So my landlord knocked on my door about two minutes ago. He asked my roommate and I if we would be home tomorrow morning at 11 AM. Employees of the city tomorrow will be visiting every house on this street to see if they can hear the construction happening on the street behind ours from [...]
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It’s Friday morning and I’m too lazy to drag myself out of bed and into town. This means I’m missing market, a crucial part of European life. Market is kind of like if the CNE ran year-round without the rides but with cheese and vegetables. Basically it’s a maze of white tents [...] We’re now concluding month two in the Kingdom of the Netherlands and I’m more *foodsick than ever. Dutch food is bland and joyless and they know it. Part of the reason I’m feeling this way is because all I have to eat my own cooking in this country. It’s too expensive to eat out here [...] Despite all the Adbusters talk of my teen years, I have never actually been a protest. Well, unless you count that time in first year when I covered a protest an increase in Ontario tuition fees for The Eyeopener. Which I don’t. Real protests have picket signs. And flyers saying things like “You need to [...] |
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