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i did what you see there :: the state of the blog, 2017

last year, i started off this post by noting that i'd done less blogging in 2016 than at any point since 2010. and apparently, my only reaction to that statistic was to blog even less in 2017. in fact, i've scaled back my writing activities in general, which is not a happy occurrence, although i'm happy that part of the reason for this was because i had more paying work that took up my time. i also had a move mid-year that took a lot of time in the build-up and a surprising amount of time to get settled. [i say that like it's something that is done with. it really isn't.] there were a few health concerns thrown in there that made it difficult to work regularly. multiple sclerosis continues to wreak havoc with dom's health, although the move and some other changes have helped a lot in that regard. quite honestly, my own battles with mood and depression have been worse in the last year than they have been in a long time, which has definitely had the effect of lim…

presidenting is hard :: full stop.

it's been a while, donald, but i'm back again, to give you a few pointers on how you can pretend just a little bit that you know how to do the job that you've been tasked with doing. i feel like there's a lot you need to learn, none of which i'm qualified to teach you, but you're veering so far off course that i feel like someone needs to at least nudge you back towards the right direction before you end up getting all of us killed with your twitter account. [and i say "us" in this situation, because, although we are proud of having nothing to do with your victory, we canadians know that bombs, like you, are not as smart as they like to think they are, and therefore anything you do to rain shit on american heads is going to blow back on us.]

it's quickly drawing to the end of your first year in office. you are the least popular president of all time after a year, although i guess that means that you're winning at something. and while you'…

making faces :: on mute

oof. i have no idea how i managed to go this long between blog posts. although i've generally slowed down the frequency of my posting here in the past twelve months, this is straying from "measured" into "derelict". and it's not like i don't have things to say. it is a matter of not necessarily having things to say when i have the time to say them, but that's a whole other thing.

i have, in particular, had a bunch of beauty posts that i've wanted to attend to, but just haven't gotten around to them. for instance, i had originally planned to do a feature on muted lip shades as an appropriate option for fall, but now fall is all but technically over. nevertheless, i'm doing this post because i happen to think that the entire period when the shadow of death and despair looms over us, also known as the period of particularly low light, is generally a great time to don some shadowy shades.

for me, these tend to fall into the "i don'…

eat the pain away?

nearly twenty years ago, an emergency room doctor took a look at the crushing muscle tension i was experiencing [they were clenched enough that a doctor at my regular clinic couldn't get a reflex reaction on my left side and thought i might be having a stroke] and told me she believed that i had fibromyalgia. a couple of weeks later, i went to see a family doctor that a coworker had recommended to me. when i told him what the other doctor had said, he snapped that i was being ridiculous, because, if i'd had fibromyalgia, "i wouldn't be able to move". after i moved to toronto, i got a new family doctor and told her what the other doctors had said. she said that she couldn't be sure, but it was better just to deal with any symptoms i had one at a time. then i came back to montreal and got a new family doctor, who didn't really buy into the whole idea of fibromyalgia and said there was no way to do any definitive test anyway. that doctor passed away, and my …

what i hate about you [languages]

through my adventures in language learning, i have come to appreciate the magic of all the different ways we have of speaking to one another. i hate the thought of the cultural diversity lost whenever a language goes extinct and applaud efforts to keep any and all of them fresh in the public mind. i marvel at the ability of languages to persist in an ocean of difference and get hot under the collar when i hear about attempts by despots to repress a language as a way of showing dominance.

i've purchased a few books on the subject [and been given a few others], but my primary learning method has been through free education beacon duolingo, where i've completed four "trees" [courses] in the last two years, which has given me a basic grounding in german, spanish and swedish, and significantly helped my french. my preference then is to move on to listening to or reading newscasts in order to get a sense of the rhythms and flow of these languages, as well, of course, for …

long suffering

i've been meaning to write this post for a while, but, every time i get started, something happens that makes me rethink portions of it, to add or subtract or consider a different way of looking at things. the post was originally going to be my take on a #metoo statement, but i ended up making that post on my personal facebook page. [it's not that i don't love you all, but there are a few things i'm not comfortable putting in the entirely public sphere.] but beyond joining the #metoo juggernaut, i wanted to write something about the wave of sexual assault revelations that continues to swell over the north american media landscape that wasn't about me. then i realised that that was a little more complicated than just writing "so, lotta sex rapes happenin' these days, ain't there?" or whatever it was that i was going to say.

so i tried writing something about just a part of it: the media coverage or the entertainment industry or the politicians or …

making faces :: getting cheeky

blush might just be the last thing that a beauty lover comes to appreciate, seeing as it can be a matter of slight degrees that separates one product from another, and it's most difficult to tell from just swatching a product how it's going to look. and it did take me a long time to appreciate that, despite loving my refined pallor and believing that my natural rosy flush was more than enough of a blush for me, blush is my friend. it softens, sculpts, perfects and, although you might not see it at first blush [yuk yuk yuk], it is something that subtly harmonises with the other colours in a look to make it "complete". yes, it's the most tricky thing to pull off when you're wearing something that doesn't mesh with your own undertones. but it's also the thing that can take a face from gloomy to glowing with a swish of the magic wand known as a makeup brush.

highlighters are an even trickier lot, since many of the more brilliant ones have a tendency to e…

mental health mondays :: take our guns, please

i haven't done a mental health mondays post in a while, owing mostly to the fact that i felt like i didn't have enough time to properly research issues, which left me repeating a lot of what i'd already covered. but, as usually happens when i take a break, i end up seeing so many articles that inspire me that i get filled to the point of bursting and, eventually, this series gets resurrected. am i going to be able to continue this regularly? we shall see. but for the moment, i just had to say something.

as you might have guessed from the title, this post was inspired by the horrific mass shooting in texas, which already makes me feel like i'm repeating myself, because every time there's a massacre of this sort, politicians start trotting out mental illness as the main factor, in an attempt to avoid talking about gun control.

this time, however, the landscape is a little different, because the man in charge of policy making started his time in office by repealing le…

oh lord

a friend sent me this hilarious image, which illustrates why english is really a bullshit language:

ok, all languages evolve, and you really don't have to go back that far with most of them before you don't know what they're talking about, but really, if it weren't for the fact that the above languages were spoken in the same territories, would you say they were the same? [smarter people than you say they are -ed.]
but, as i look at the picture, a dark cloud descends upon me. aside from the change in language, it seems that god himself has undergone a pretty significant change. 
i'm not versed in old english, but i am reasonably well-versed in the others, and it seems that the middle english and king james version are pretty close to one another. the middle english christian was nourished by the waters, whereas, by the seventeenth century, god was just leading people to them and, presumably, going to collect some more. 
but in the middle and king james versions, i…