October 2024
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October 1, 2024
Unwritten Story
You are not the sum of your struggles. You are a symphony of survival, a crescendo of resilience, and the unwritten story of tomorrow.
You are not the sum of your struggles. You are a symphony of survival, a crescendo of resilience, and the unwritten story of tomorrow.
Chocolate Bars + Free Range Potato Chips and Hot Dogs
Excerpt from "Life Without Mirrors."
Excerpt from "Life Without Mirrors."
Olivia, seeing you again is a relief, like watching a fog lift to reveal a familiar landscape, one becoming more apparent with every word we share. I think you’re becoming whole.
Last night was an anomaly—I stayed out far later than my usual 5:30 PM home time, wandering until the witching hour cracked midnight. I entered my building, disoriented, on level UM. As I pressed the button and the elevator doors slid open, the sight shocked me into silence: six police officers clad in heavy armour, bristling with weapons. “Is this going up? Can I join you?” I queried.
“Yes.”
Calm has become a foreign feeling, Olivia. Two days ago, at the 7-Eleven, when I wanted to buy a chocolate bar, I found them inexplicably under lock and key in a glass display—two-for-one signage imprisoned alongside them.
I felt uneasy, pitying the employee forced to guard everything but chips and self-serve hot dogs. The locked-up chocolate was a sad reminder of a deeper issue: Why is there so much suffering and struggle?
I bought chips instead and ate them as I paced in front of the Fitness Asylum windows, watching exercisers contort inside.
Back in the elevator, panic set in. “I had a weed gummy and a couple of beers. Jay made me do it,” I confessed.
The officers exchanged bewildered glances.
When I first saw them, I fought my initial impulse—the urge to run. I imagined the officers shouting, “We have a rabbit!” and just as Hondo from S.W.A.T. tackled me mid-sprint, demanding, “Why run if you're innocent?” And I’d gasp, “I just want to go home.”
The day they lock up the chips and hot dogs will mark a seminal moment—the beginning of the end.
What about you, Olivia, my my-ever-lessening-spectral friend.
Last night was an anomaly—I stayed out far later than my usual 5:30 PM home time, wandering until the witching hour cracked midnight. I entered my building, disoriented, on level UM. As I pressed the button and the elevator doors slid open, the sight shocked me into silence: six police officers clad in heavy armour, bristling with weapons. “Is this going up? Can I join you?” I queried.
“Yes.”
Calm has become a foreign feeling, Olivia. Two days ago, at the 7-Eleven, when I wanted to buy a chocolate bar, I found them inexplicably under lock and key in a glass display—two-for-one signage imprisoned alongside them.
I felt uneasy, pitying the employee forced to guard everything but chips and self-serve hot dogs. The locked-up chocolate was a sad reminder of a deeper issue: Why is there so much suffering and struggle?
I bought chips instead and ate them as I paced in front of the Fitness Asylum windows, watching exercisers contort inside.
Back in the elevator, panic set in. “I had a weed gummy and a couple of beers. Jay made me do it,” I confessed.
The officers exchanged bewildered glances.
When I first saw them, I fought my initial impulse—the urge to run. I imagined the officers shouting, “We have a rabbit!” and just as Hondo from S.W.A.T. tackled me mid-sprint, demanding, “Why run if you're innocent?” And I’d gasp, “I just want to go home.”
The day they lock up the chips and hot dogs will mark a seminal moment—the beginning of the end.
What about you, Olivia, my my-ever-lessening-spectral friend.
I feel bad for Potato Chips.
Lowered esteem.
Why am I not worthy?
I feel bad for the Hot Dogs.
Lowered esteem.
Why are we not worthy?
I feel sad for Humanity.
We need to look out for each other.
Lowered esteem.
Why am I not worthy?
I feel bad for the Hot Dogs.
Lowered esteem.
Why are we not worthy?
I feel sad for Humanity.
We need to look out for each other.
Open Mic Nights
Thursday, October 10 - Trees Organic Cheesecake + Coffee - 450 Granville Street - Between 7:15-9:00 PM
Thursday, October 24 - Trees Organic Cheesecake + Coffee - 450 Granville Street - Between 7:15-9:00 PM
Thursday, October 10 - Trees Organic Cheesecake + Coffee - 450 Granville Street - Between 7:15-9:00 PM
Thursday, October 24 - Trees Organic Cheesecake + Coffee - 450 Granville Street - Between 7:15-9:00 PM
ONE WORD AT A TIME!
The Big Days
October 2: Jeff R. (1979)
October 2024
Up to: September 30
Up to: September 30
Statistics
2024 Totals
Dear Universe,
I have a few requests for 2024!
2024 Totals
Dear Universe,
I have a few requests for 2024!
Year Steps Total
6,334,126
September Steps Total
601,263
Record Year: 2023
Steps Total = 8,141,057
Average Steps Per Month = 678,421
Average Steps Per Day = 22,304
Miles Per Day = 11.13
Total Miles = 3,997.69
Seawall Laps = 719.11
Record Month: July 2022
Steps Total = 1,243,230
Miles Total = 624.61
Record Day 2023: (November 2)
Steps = 42,077
Miles = 21.57
All-Time Record Day 2022 (July 19)
Steps = 50,572
Miles = 25.04
More Statistics in the Statistics PDF Below
6,334,126
September Steps Total
601,263
Record Year: 2023
Steps Total = 8,141,057
Average Steps Per Month = 678,421
Average Steps Per Day = 22,304
Miles Per Day = 11.13
Total Miles = 3,997.69
Seawall Laps = 719.11
Record Month: July 2022
Steps Total = 1,243,230
Miles Total = 624.61
Record Day 2023: (November 2)
Steps = 42,077
Miles = 21.57
All-Time Record Day 2022 (July 19)
Steps = 50,572
Miles = 25.04
More Statistics in the Statistics PDF Below
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