Michael R. Barrick's blog
Me at work today
Marpole south of 70th: the EastVan of the West Side.
My new vyshyvanka shirt. I can’t wait to wear it.
What’s this? A package from Odessa on my desk this morning…
I’ve been all about the Ukrainian side of the family lately (funny how an attempt a violent genocide does that), but this is a message from the Gitano side (although I wouldn’t be surprised if there were some Roma on the Ukrainian side, too) that the Nazis wanted to wipe out—if the fruit in your sangria doesn’t look like this, it is bullshit.
Yay! My GAF vyshyvanka shirt made it out of Odesa and is in Canada
A painting of Charles II, painted sometime in the 1660s by my great-great-great-great-great uncle, Jacob Huysmans.
Yesterday was the first day of classes at the university. This morning it occurred to me that I walked into this building in Duncan for my first day of school half a century ago.
Just came home to this spectacular shit show outside my front door.