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As an INTJ, I love lists. My days are lists. My speech is involuntarily devised in the form of lists. Heck, I have lists reminding me to make lists. But the authoritative simplicity lists so boast can be just as quickly gnarled into oversimplicity, thereby discrediting them of any viability and reason, rendering them no… Continue reading The Long Shortlist
It's the ordinary things that seem important to me. This Sunday I enjoyed the rare luxury of having the entirety of an afternoon liberated from any obligation to weigh it down. So I went see the lovely mister Alex Colville at the gallery across the bridge. If you're anyone like me, regardless of the reason… Continue reading On Alex Colville
I don't believe in twisting yourself into knots of excuses and explanations over the food you make. Julia Child (1912-2004) Neither do I, Jules. And for that matter, I don't believe in twisting myself into knots of excuses and explanations over the food I eat. Food was, before cloth became fashion, before sticks and stones evolved into… Continue reading confidence, confessions, and a confit recipe
You'll be fine, as long as you do your best, they say. I've lived and sworn by this for my entire life, or at least as soon as I had the slightest clue of what any of those words meant. But lately, I haven't been so sure. What does fine mean? What does my best mean? Is… Continue reading Noodling up your best
The other day I was reading this article which short as it was, did have some good points. It doesn't give you any tacky advice on how to give your resume a shiny pop or the wittiest interview answer. Instead, it emphasizes some of the more useful stuff. For example, how to be a better human… Continue reading ad hog
After snoozing my trusty bedside clock for three consecutive times this morning, I said thank you to Jesus for a perfect Sunday past and a revitalizing stretch of sleep. It was a quiet Monday morning where the gentle purr of the furnace was as clear to my ears as the heaving exhales of some slumbering… Continue reading Lied der Mignon
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