A few days after Father’s Day I was feeling pretty down. I had gone the week before to a friend’s cottage. We’d been drinking a lot one night and she looked over at me and another friend – it was a Sunday I believe – and asked if we’d want to go tomorrow. Shrugs all … Continue reading That Was The Fish Account
I wrote an essay for a literary criticism and theory course. The class itself is sort like an analysis of a Literature class and an overview of theory and criticism - which are quite different I've learned. My essay was about a time I've felt confused in a Lit class. I am going to post … Continue reading I Wrote An Essay!
It's started snowing in Kingston. Usually, the snowfall starts early in November but there's no real accumulation until around now. Something nice to go along with the exam season, I guess. In my two decades, I have really come to appreciate snow. It provides a sign of the absence of winter. Cold, frost, biting wind … Continue reading Snowtime
For the first time in a while, I'm free of responsibility. I've been both in school and working at The Journal, the Queen's student paper, since the beginning of September. The paper is fast-paced and has been keeping my mind busy for a few months. I'm not complaining, this semester has been the most rewarding … Continue reading Go get a coffee instead
Water is the greatest drink on Earth. I love how elemental it is. Just three elements is all it takes to create one of the most important aspects to life. Think about it, for a second. You can never be comfortable without a guaranteed source of water. There's just no way to do that, and … Continue reading Sidenote: drinking water
Experience is a tremendously important part of every person's life. It's what defines their interests and disinterests. I wonder why there is so much variety to life in the world. Without knowing much, I'd venture it's got to do with climate and terrain - people will be happier if they live somewhere that things are … Continue reading To be in control
Someone I speak with about some very personal things recently asked me about my sense of morality. I've always been hesitant about something like this, because people will invariably disagree with me and draw mean conclusions about me from whatever I write. There's nothing wrong with that, per se, because I do love to inflame … Continue reading A play on morality
This bit of writing will not be overly philosophical - don't worry. But, a recent conversation I had with a friend made me think about determinism, the idea that all of our choices are pre-determined. I personally can't fathom a way to prove that determinism exists conclusively. And if determinism does exist, and it's in … Continue reading On Life’s Determinism
I am concerned that writing is becoming a lifestyle. What I mean, simply, is that I am not anymore just someone who writes - as I've been for awhile now. What I am is a fucking writer. This idea first came to mind when a friend of mine commented that I seemed less concerned with … Continue reading Writerly Things Cont.
I am not a morning person, but that's not to say I am a night owl either. This is one of life's many fallacious binaries. I woke up really early today, and I guess that's why I'm thinking of this. I don't feel like mundane things are beneath me, I just don't really understand them. … Continue reading Mornings