Were I to collect everything witty I said or thought into one large depository, it would look something similar to this, except much, much larger.
That’s not to say everything here is either witty or original – I occasionally try for deep or reflective, mostly without any success.
I, like Francis Fukuyama, and America, stand at a crossroads.
I am nominally Canadian, although people seem intent on labeling me American by virtue of my current geographic situation. Of all conceivable labels one could apply, that seems far and away the most arbitrary and least informative.
I am currently casting aspersions on material goods and frantically seeking a pair of 200 euro shoes. If ironic were a color, I would wear it every day.
As reflected in these writings, I am pretty pleased with myself most of the time.
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