Keys, Shellfish, and Vikings (A Newfoundland Travelogue)

There was a blur preceding the steering wheel. I had been awake nearly thirty hours, with a toddler no less, and I was in and out of airport terminals and darkened airplane cabins from Alberta's sunset to Newfoundland's sunrise. There isn't a chance for me to do anything more than just sit in an airplane... Continue Reading →

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Reading 2017 into 1886

I don't particularly like to write in books. I know people who keep Foster Wallace footnotes in the margins of all their books. Like most things, I have an exception: my Nietzsche books. They are fair game. Friedrich Nietzsche's works, when not aphorisms, are dense--they are difficult to scan. I read and re-read Nietzsche, the... Continue Reading →

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