Category Archives: Creative Non-Fiction

I AM NOT A HIPSTER: (Nobody Is…)

Posted on November 5, 2013 by

Recently it has come to my attention that at least a few of my friends/family think of me as a “hipster”. My friend, we’ll call him “Tall”, has also been referred to as a hipster in certain circles… and both … Continue reading →

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Jim and Johnny: A Tale of Bikes, Music and Our Shared Imperialistic Past

Posted on October 26, 2013 by

I’ve spent a lot of time out on the porch this week. It’s been great. I’ve discovered that I love puttering around in the fog, talking to myself and the dog while listening to fifty cent records. I got a … Continue reading →

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Opening Johari’s Window, or The End of Satire

Posted on October 8, 2013 by

I wanted to write a satire tonight. I’ve been on a satirical streak as of late: I’ve read a lot The Onion and tons of David Foster Wallace essays too. I like satire and I think I’m good at it— … Continue reading →

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Acing the Interview

Posted on September 5, 2013 by

I arrived at the office ten minutes before our interview was to begin: my shirt was already drenched in sweat as I’d used the inner elbow of my sleeve to sop up the disturbing amount of perspiration which was pouring … Continue reading →

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Demolition

Posted on January 10, 2013 by

I came into the world at 6:00 AM on a rainy, Summer morning in June. I was born in a Calgary Hospital which was destined to be demolished twenty years later in order to make way for some “kick-ass condos” … Continue reading →

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Delilah

Posted on December 9, 2012 by

Her name was Delilah. If I close my eyes in a dimly lit room, I can still see her face: her eyes, widely spaced and her hair, ashen brown. In hindsight, I’m not entirely sure what it was about Delilah … Continue reading →

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In Defense of the Cassette (or, Why This Trendy Trend Makes Rational Sense)

Posted on December 7, 2012 by

Throughout my lifetime, I’ve seen the rise and fall of several types of music media. I was born into a CD-less world: compact discs didn’t hit the streets until 1982 (a factoid I learned from Jian’s memoir). My earliest exposure … Continue reading →

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