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Category Archives: Dimestore Philosophy
Why, hi there, you. I’m just checking in. It’s a nice morning. My coffee cup is full. I thought, “Why don’t I go say hello to my minions?” Yoo-hoo, minions! Hallo-o-o-o-o, minions. Your friendly neighbourhood blogger is doing just fine, thankyouverymuch. My year of Being Better is underway. I promised myself I wouldn’t make New [...]
My friend Monica Hamburg posted a hilarious daily-deal from Ethical Deals on her Facebook page today. Oh, how I laughed. Dude’s selling basically spiritual enlightenment for $129, a savings of 84%, you lucky motherfuckers. Act now or forever live in the dark. Free shipping. You know why he’s selling “awakening” for 84% off? Because you [...]
Many a day this winter I have woken to find a cloudy morning outside the glass. I’ll get up anyhow, resolved to walk the shore, and moments later I’m in pants, toque, and a jacket, out the door. Living by the ocean is a gift most of us in this area cherish, but we have to live [...]
(This is not a posting about politics, or the Democratic Convention, even if it starts out talking about that for a second, so bear with me.) After last night’s Democratic National Convention speech, Michelle Obama’s gotten a big spotlight around the world for bringing a topic up that we don’t often treat with the respect it [...]
There’s a full moon tomorrow. I’m in a weird headspace. In social media, I’m seeing snippets here and there from those I’m connected with, remembering the passing of our good friend Derek Miller last year. My thoughts on Derek, as his death took the world by storm by way of an incredible blog post, were [...]
Good morning. It’s grey, dreary, quiet. I’m down to the last mug of the French press, contemplating a fleece jacket. I’ve not yet acclimatised to living on the ocean, despite growing up near it. I’ve lived on the river for the last 12 years, on the Mainland, with the ocean a few kilometres off, but this [...]