Blogging: Year Seven

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WordPress recently informed me that I’ve been blogging for seven years. Can’t say I’m surprised. It feels like I’ve been doing this forever.

Forever, but not well.

Strictly amateur hour here, folks. You won’t find any pop-ups asking you to join my mailing list. I don’t have one.

If I’m doing anything right at all, it’s thanks to Hugh’s tips and tricks.

According to Nick G. over at techjury

  • There are over 600 million blogs on the internet.
  • 7.5 million blog posts are created every single day.
  • The average blog post has 2,520 words.
  • Bloggers take just under 4 hours to write a post.
  • Blog readers spend an average of 37 seconds reading a post.
  • Perez Hilton is the highest paid blogger in the world, earning $3.5 million a month.

I’m no Perez Hilton 🙂

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#Touch of Pink

A romantic comedy you’ve probably never heard of, Touch of Pink, hit the big screens in 2004. Kyle MacLachlan, one of the only well-known actors in the cast, played the advice-giving spirit of Cary Grant.

Yeah, quirky.

Probably why the movie didn’t do all that well in theaters.

Lately, thinking about the possibility of maybe traveling again, a line from the movie came back to me. One that still makes me smile.

Forced to travel to Toronto for a family wedding, Kyle’s Cary Grant complains, “Toronto is not a destination city.”

Funny because true.

Toronto’s a great city, excellent restaurants, theatre, a thriving multi-cultural community, and it’s relatively safe, but it’s on no one’s bucket list. No one saves their pennies for years to finance a trip to hogtown. (Don’t ask. I’m a transplant from Montreal. I have no idea why Toronto has such a charming nickname.)

On a recent list of the Top Cities in the World to Visit, Toronto is conspicuous by its absence. London, Paris, Rome, New York, Bangkok, Hong Kong, Dubai…

Whatever it is that makes a city a Destination City, Toronto doesn’t have it.

I get it. We don’t have tropical beaches, or Roman ruins, or buildings so steeped in history that you stand before them in silent awe.

What we do have is six million people, speaking 180 different languages, living and working together—and crying into their beer when the Toronto Maple Leafs lose, yet again.

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Let There Be Light

Despite the ever-encroaching Delta Variant, the deluded anti-vaxers, and vitriolic protestors, we’re learning how to live in a Covid world.

Vaccine passports in hand, we’re heading back into restaurants, movie theatres, and airports.

There’s light at the end of the tunnel or…hanging from the ceiling.

Laura Weiss

Laura Weiss, a Colorado nurse, crafted this stunning chandelier from the empty Covid-19 vaccine vials that piled up as her community stepped up, and rolled up their sleeves.

An expression of hope and celebration, The Light of Appreciation is an homage to the health-care workers who delivered the shots and all the people who chose to get them.

Laura Weiss

Let there be light…Please.

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Shouting Out

I have a long-distance relationship with sports. Six degrees of separation doesn’t cover it. Try ten.

No surprise then, that I had no idea who any of these guys are…

I only know now because this has been the summer of the great reveal.

Carl Nassib, Las Vegas Raiders, kicked off the trend in June. Followed by Luke Prokop, Nashville Predators, in July. Joined by Bryan Ruby, Salem-Keizer Volcanoes, on September 2.

Football, hockey, baseball, the trifecta of sports. All we need now is basketball to make it a grand slam.

News flash: Gay men aren’t a homogeneous stereotype. They’re individuals. You know, like everyone else.

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9,000 Kilometres

My daughter said it was easy. She said I could do it.

She was fifteen; I wasn’t.

Buckling myself into a pair of inline rollerblades, I gave it the old college try—more like a high school hope—and stumbled my way along the sidewalk.

Apparently, to learn to skate you have to take chances, you have to be okay with screwing up, with falling. Yeah, no.

I never even made it all the way around the block.

Zach Choboter made it 9,000 kilometres, from Whistler, British Columbia to St. John’s, Newfoundland.

CBC NEWS

Zach ended his cross-country trip with a dip in the Atlantic Ocean and a Guiness World Record for the longest journey on rollerblades.

Me?

Still can’t blade. Still wish I could.

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