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Job Hunting While Slightly Depressed Blues

I hate job hunting. I think everyone does. I don’t think that anyone gets up on a Monday morning, with a handful of resumes, and thinks that it’s going to be a great experience, and that they’re going to fall … Continue reading

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Phasing Out Bullshit

Prime Minister Trudeau was on my mind when I was up at work this week in Northern Alberta. Actually, he was almost impossible to avoid, as every radio personality and worker, from the lowest truck drivers to the highest of … Continue reading

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01.03.2017

2016 was one of those years where I looked around at everything that was happening outside of my life, and couldn’t see much of anything I liked. However, when I turned that same gaze inward, I saw plenty to be … Continue reading

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Dismantling and Rebuilding the Rolling Stone Magazine 50 Best Albums of 2014 (Part 3)

As I mentioned before, I am dismantling, rebuilding, and reviewing all of the albums on the Rolling Stone Magazine Top 50 of 2014 list. The introduction to this process is here, and you should read it so that you can … Continue reading

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Two Good Days

I had two good days where everyone cared and everything tasted good and I drank wine and I wrote poems and even when I woke up at 2 in the afternoon and fucked around for a few hours it all … Continue reading

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St. Patrick’s Day.

I have posted this before, but I thought it was relevant enough to drag it out of the past.  Have a Jameson for me. Or rather, have one with me, since I’m drinking Jameson. Cheers, Saints don’t drink. At least, they … Continue reading

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Americano.

All I wanted was a cup of coffee. A cup of coffee and some air. So I fucked off out of the apartment and hit the nearest Starbucks. Because I wanted an Americano, and fuck you if Starbucks doesn’t make … Continue reading

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