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I think that if I tried hard enough, I could reduce pretty much all of my blog entries to my Twitter feed. Sometimes, I am tempted to do that. Like tonight.

I would write:
  1. Q of the night: What do you become if you are lonely, but dislike animals too much to become a cat lady?
  2. I shouldn't be allowed to access Wikipedia. It's information goes beyond helpful to dangerous.
  3. Reading = good times.
  4. Snow + Vancouver = Lovely & Treacherous
  5. Shopping makes me happy when I know what I want to buy for others.

But this sort of reduction is exactly what I want to fight...well, it gets my back up. We are all about the little sound bytes, the little blips of information that we can skim, get the basics, and draw our conclusions.

None of these personal headlines really tells the whole story though. They probably don't even tell enough for me to remember what I was talking about in six months. So I will expand myself slightly:

1. I went for dinner with a friend I haven't seen in eight months. It was great. Over the course of dinner, we talked about aging and how we will age as a generation. This was a great fit because her dream job is to open a retirement home (or something along those lines...) and my grandpa is visiting. She suggested that our generation will be very lonely. We live on our own. We have independent lives...and when work no longer provides a natural social grouping, who will we really have in our closest circles? I suggested she become a cat lady, but she dislikes cats. Canaries? No, no what do you do? Have a house full of plants? I really don't want to be alone when I am old.

2. I have self-diagnosed myself with non-alcoholic fatty liver disease. Thanks to the almost all-knowing Wikipedia, and the very small bit of knowledge I have from the doctor, this is my guess. Perhaps January will prove me right. Perhaps it will prove me a hypochondriac.

3. I am working on a fuller post here. So I'll save the reviews for then.

4. It looks beautiful out the window, but we may have travel difficulties in the next few days. There aren't enough snowploughs and able-bodied snow drivers here.

5. Christmas shopping is almost done. There are just 3 people left to buy for. Men are difficult, but when I get a good idea, I really do get excited. I hope the receivers are excited too! I currently have a favourite store in Vancouver: The Regional Assembly of Text. I wanted to buy EVERYONE'S gifts there. But I didn't.


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