Sh@dy Charac+ers: The Secret Life of Punctuation, Symbols & Other Typographical Marks. By Ke!th H*uston. Pub. 2013. Fun and interesting read, but not for non-pedants, there is some very interesting history about lesser known marks (pilcrow, anyone?) and more common ones. The book is enlightening and fun, especially for fans of the written word. There... Continue Reading →
Book of Treasures: Kindergarten and Grade 1 – red, yellow, green
Kindergarten: 1972, Princess Margaret Elementary School, Winnipeg, MB. Teacher: Mrs. MacIntyre. This was the age of full-day kindergarten, complete with blackboards, reading time, nap time, arts and crafts. I remember lots of the basics - letters, numbers, chalkboard, colours, and construction paper. For those last two, I have one especially clear memory - frustration. We... Continue Reading →
Item #13: Cow-er Pot
A childish object from my adulthood, this little item is reminiscent of my family’s tendency to wordplay, extensive and repetitious wordplay. At some point, a series began relating to cows. You know the ones: the udderly ridiculous, the moo-re the merrier, the gulli-bull (stolen from Bugs Bunny, that one). I don’t remember how it started,... Continue Reading →
Deliciously descriptive
I've had the blessing over the last few months to read a lot more than I usually do, and I was delighted to find enjoyment in so many of the things I read. In addition to a few books, I've enjoyed various news sites, blogs and online versions of magazines. In early June, I read... Continue Reading →
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"They're all theatre. You don't understand them, you don't like them all - why should you? Theatre is for everybody - you included, but not exclusively - so don't approve or disapprove. It may not be your theatre, but it's theatre for somebody, somewhere..." Bill Sampson in All About Eve A trio of takes on trigger... Continue Reading →
Lake Morning
I awake gently to the sounds of silence. There is light already, albeit faint, and a part of me nudges towards a return to sleep. I lay still for a few moments, my only movement my blinking eyes. As I wait. There it is – the first chirp or twitter of a smallish critter. The... Continue Reading →
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