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Unified Theory of Nothing Much

Diane's random thoughts

Fuzz therapy

This isn't just one of my favourite comic strips, it's a way of life. I've almost always had cats, and currently have two old-to-ancient ones in my home now. They are sweet, and soft, and love me unconditionally (but more so when I'm feeding or petting them). They...

The legacy of Denis McGrath

Reposted from TV, eh?: So much has and will be posted about the Denis McGrath-sized hole left in the world after his death last night. A small part of his legacy is that without him TV, eh? would likely not exist. In an alternate, Denis-less universe, one we’re...

Swimming with sharks in the Galapagos

[slideshow_deploy id='1723']   There came a point in the trip where I questioned the wisdom of swimming toward the man yelling “shark!” That point came later than you might expect. I’d only been snorkeling once before, years before, from the beach in Cozumel. I mostly...

Cramming in Kauai

[slideshow_deploy id='1719']   “Oh shit!” I heard the words and so never did see the wave that inspired them. When your raft captain yells an expletive, you know to hang tight to the rope and duck your head. You also know the heightened sense of adventure is what you...

I don’t care if you like my tattoo

When I was young I would wait until it was unavoidable to admit my dad was dead. I wouldn’t correct the plural on “parents” but if someone asked directly about my father, well, I wasn’t about to lie, evade, or reenact the Monty Python parrot sketch. I didn’t avoid...

A not-a-bucket of colour-blind monkeys

I chose early on not to mark the anniversary of my brother’s death. I instead wanted to have my private little ritual on a day celebrating his life: his birthday on April 8. It’s a ritual that involves cake and not much else. I’m not big on ritual. I am big on cake. I...

100 days of nothing

I think of my recent move from Vancouver to a smaller but -- in my eyes -- better condo in Port Moody as an upgrade. Space conscious people would not agree. The me of six years ago, determined to have a Vancouver address and extra bedroom, would not agree. But the...

Everything comes down to Anne of Green Gables

Adapted from our recent He Said/She Said on TV, eh? The Anne of Green Gables/Anne of Avonlea mini-series were the first Canadian productions to truly excite me as Canadian productions. Books I had loved, had literally read to death (the books’ death, not mine), were...

Flexing the civil discourse muscle

I don’t know why this 2008 bodybuilding forum thread suddenly started circulating on Twitter the other day, but I’m so happy it did when I needed a laugh (though, warning: offensive insults throughout). I'm crying RT @ramit This is the best thread on the internet. 2...

This Was My Year That Was

My online life, like most people's, is an edited version of reality. Not in a conscious attempt to make myself appear in a certain way, but because some stories aren't mine to tell and I generally don't use social media as therapy. I feel like in a world where...

The annual not-a-ritual post

Two years. I still struggle with whether I want to mark the anniversary of Steve's death because the date itself -- the first day of fall, the changing of a season -- is not something I want to have power over me. I don't like ritual for the sake of ritual. As Steve...

My other car is a train

I got my drivers licence at 27. Bought my first (and only) car at 33. It's safe to say I'm not a car person, though I think my little blue Toyota Echo hatchback is cute and pragmatic, and am quite fond of reliable Azulito in an anthropomorphized way.  He even doubled...

My own personal zombie story: TV, eh? comes back to life

I've had a couple of conversations lately about the value of blogging, which is kind of hilarious given how little of it I've done lately. I just told a recent graduate in an information interview that blogging was a great way to hone her writing, explore what she's...

We Have Liftoff: Watching the Earth Breathe from Space

T-46 seconds. We could hear the anticipation in the voices crackling over the loudspeaker broadcasting from the control room: a calm voice with its rapid-fire listing of each system, and before the last syllable ended a new eager voice would chime in with “go”. All...

My bud the SPUD

It's not that grocery shopping is so hard, it's just that you have to keep doing it. Especially when you run out of cat food. I'd generally avoid the big grocery shop which meant frequently stopping at Safeway on the way home from work, hungry for dinner, unwise...

Wanderlust and cosmic dust

"It is not so much a matter of traveling as of getting away; which of us has not some pain to dull, or some yoke to cast off?" - George Sand, Winter in Majorca That's the epigraph in the book I just started, The Vacationers by Emma Straub, the book I coincidentally...

Uncool before it was cool

I saw a woman wearing this on a t-shirt today and it made me laugh ... and reflect on my relationship with the word "cool." I'm so uncool I use cool more frequently than any grown woman should to express admiration. If you followed me for a week and wrote down...

Cold War and Peace

What might save us, me, and you Is if the Russians love their children too -- Russians by Sting, 1985 Oh shut up Sting. I know, it was a rhetorical rather than literal "what if," but even 15 year old me, fearing the prospect of Mutually Assured Destruction, thought it...