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Real Time Ramble: Catching Up

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I’m feeling disturbed researching cults all day for a writing project so I thought, what better time to catch up with my WordPress community? Okay, that is about the lamest, most awkward line I’ve ever opened with here, but the mind works in mysterious ways. If being disturbed is the emotion that spurs me to come and say “hello” on WP for the first time in 2019, so be it. Continue reading “Real Time Ramble: Catching Up”

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Of Rewards and Treats

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Recently, I made the blunder of advising a parent on how to deal with their seven-year-old kid. FYI, I’m not a parent, and I can imagine all you parents reading this heading for the barn to bring out the rakes. In my defense, I was only trying to help. Continue reading “Of Rewards and Treats”

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Of Being Pretentious

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Madonna

Truth is, more often than not pretension is simply someone trying to make the world more interesting, responding to it the way they think is appropriate. It’s more likely that what you think is one person’s pretension is another’s good faith. – Dan Fox, Pretentiousness: Why It Matters

When I was in university, I once had to do a presentation on the playwright Samuel Beckett. In the weeks leading up to it, I read all his plays, watched as many performances as I could, read as much critical material as I could, and all in all, did a decent amount of work. The presentation would be on a Friday, and as soon as the week began, I gave up sleeping. It would be a safe environment, the couple of dozen people taking the course and the professor would be the only people present. We were well into the course, and I would actively participate in the class discussions. However, for five nights prior to the event, I could not sleep. I could not manage to prepare my notes and ideas in a presentable manner. On Friday morning, I skipped classes altogether and went and sat under a tree by a lake just to gather myself. I scribbled on some bits of paper what would turn out to be rather ineffectual thoughts. In the end, I couldn’t even manage to keep my shoes on during the presentation as I felt I couldn’t do it with them. I was awarded a passable grade, but the only relief I felt was when I was finally able to sleep that night. Continue reading “Of Being Pretentious”