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Category Archives: Dimestore Philosophy
Aug
23
2010
Everybody Has Reversals
One of my favourite movies is the little-known David Mamet skewering of Hollywood, the filmmaking parody called State and Main. In it, supposed screenwriter Phillip Seymour Hoffman laments being kicked off his first movie. The bookstore owner, played by Rebecca Pidgeon, says to him, “Well… Everybody has reversals. If you were never down, how would you know when you [...]
Also posted in Autobiographical, Being me, Eating Disorder, Hygiene & Health, Loving and Knowing Yourself, Opinion (Editorial & Commentary), Psychology & Moods, Self-Love & Self-Esteem, Specifically Steff, beauty, fitness, keeping it real, weight loss Tagged accepting blame, being ready, better, butter, fucking up, getting fat, getting ready, getting thin, getting your game face on, kicking ass, kicking ass and taking names, losing weight, moving on, owning up, taking a chance, taking responsibility, weight less 1 Comment
Aug
21
2010
Unbottled
I’m awash in lazy contentment like a kitty sprawled in a sunbeam. It’s been had a long week filled with accomplishments, lotsa physicality, and a whole lotta thinkin’ goin’ on. Through it all, I’ve kept most of my stuff bottled up. Writing wasn’t on the landscape this week. Sometimes I put a lid on it all [...]
Also posted in Autobiographical, Being me, Opinion (Editorial & Commentary), Specifically Steff, keeping it real, money Tagged changing, hoping, moving on, new life, new times, self-employment, transition 2 Comments
Aug
12
2010
A Stitch in Time
I sold a sewing machine last night, for far less than I’d wanted to, and found myself ever so emotional after the fact. I remember the day my mother bought that 1917 Singer (Model 027) oak-cabinet sewing machine, some 30 years ago. We’d had a yard sale, with my parents constantly on their “reduce the clutter [...]
Also posted in Autobiographical, Journalling, Modern Feminism, Opinion (Editorial & Commentary), Psychology & Moods, Specifically Steff, keeping it real Tagged changing life, dead mother, death, epiphanies, gaining wisdom, getting wiser, grief, growing up, life, middle ages, mourning, parents 6 Comments
As a Canadian, How I Remember