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Sarah Sosiak
A little bit Cayce Pollard, a little bit Peggy Olson. Not so secretly Canadian.
A little bit Cayce Pollard, a little bit Peggy Olson. Not so secretly Canadian.

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Found some good profile photos. (Thanks +Scott Whamond !)
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Another great find from the past year. I keep coming back to this. Completely stunning.

Looking back through Instapaper & Pocket, my favourite longreads of 2013...

Bad Blood: How radioactive poison became the assassin’s weapon of choice -
File under: A highly radioative tour of London

Creating Hipsturbia -
This Times piece is the Onion article of the year.

The Secure Transport of Light - "And there, thousands of miles from its origin, a man emerges from the ocean, carrying the internet over his shoulder."

What I've Learned: Michael Wright -
First person account of escaping the WTC on 9/11. (Highly graphic.)

Emotional Agility -
Good advice for those of us whose inner monologue tends to run on repeat

The Man Who Pierced the Sky -
Great read on the mechanics and psychology behind Felix Baumgartner's jump from space.

A Best of 2013 of sorts, some media that's stuck with me this past year...


Upstream Color - Not sure that you "watch" Upstream Color so much as Upstream Color happens to you. I read a review that likened it to being incepted. Pretty accurate.

Silver Linings Playbook - Deserved all 10,000 awards it won.


The Newsroom - The secret is not to compare it to The West Wing. Totally contrived, but I loved it. File under: Worlds I want to dive into.

Rectify - Late breaking addition as it's a recent discovery, but the first show I've wanted to binge-watch since Breaking Bad = high praise.


Tenth of December - I'm not a huge George Saunders fan (I know), but this is easily my favourite book read this year.

A Box of Matches - That I read this cover-to-cover in a pool in Palm Springs likely adds some bias, but this was fantastically meditative. (See also: Baker's Travelling Sprinkler)


Most played at Casa Sosiak: WALK THE MOON - Anna Sun

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"I guess a big part of serious fiction’s purpose is to give the reader, who like all of us is sort of marooned in her own skull, to give her imaginative access to other selves. Since an ineluctable part of being a human self is suffering, part of what we humans come to art for is an experience of suffering, necessarily a vicarious experience, more like a sort of "generalization" of suffering. Does this make sense? We all suffer alone in the real world; true empathy’s impossible. But if a piece of fiction can allow us imaginatively to identify with a character’s pain, we might then also more easily conceive of others identifying with our own. This is nourishing, redemptive; we become less alone inside. It might just be that simple."

~ David Foster Wallace in conversation with Larry McCaffery

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"The story of Janie's progress through three marriages confronts the reader with the significant idea  that the choice one makes between partners, between one man and another (or one woman and another) stretches beyond romance. It is, in the end, the choice between value, possibilities, futures, hopes, arguments (shared concepts that fit the world as you experience it), languages (shared words that fit the world as you believe it to be) and lives."

Noted: After high-school, I tended to only keep in touch with people who emailed regularly. University, those on LiveJournal. Today, it's pretty much all Twitter and Words With Friends.

(Wow does this date me. But I ~was~ younger than most through school. You kids get off of my GeoCity.)

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"163. Architecture as destiny

To Leah it was /sitting room/, to Natalie /living room/, to Marcia, /lounge/. The light was always lovely. And she still liked to stand in the bay and admire her view of the park. Looking around at the things she and Frank had bought and placed in this house, Natalie liked to think they told a story about their lives, in which the reality of the house itself was incidental, but it was also of course quite possible that it was the house that was the unimpeachable reality and Natalie, Frank and their daughter just a lot of human shadow-play on the wall. Shadows had been passing over the walls if this house since 1888 sitting, living, lounging. On a good day Natalie prided herself on small differences, between past residents, present neighbours and herself. Look at these African masks. Abstract of a Kingston alleyway. Minimalist table with four throne-like chairs. At other times....she had the defeating sense that her own shadow was identical to all the rest, and to the house next door, and the house next door to that."

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I first mis-read this as "...having life ~on~ my hands." Time vs. Life. Life ups the stakes.

"This isn't so much about time on my hands as about life in my hands. And it's life as currency."
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