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Note: This blog is now retired. I no longer stand behind everything I have written here; while I have indicated reversals of opinion in many places, I am sure there are posts I have forgotten about. Please feel free to follow me at my new blog.
This is a place where I think out loud about questions that are troubling me. You can find out more about me in the About page. My interests are eclectic, but I often frame things in terms I'm familiar with from my time studying English literature.
This is a place where I think out loud about questions that are troubling me. You can find out more about me in the About page. My interests are eclectic, but I often frame things in terms I'm familiar with from my time studying English literature.
--Christian H
About Me
- Christian H
- I used to study English Literature as a graduate student in a major British Columbian university. I now study Library and Information Science. Sometime in there I also worked in a museum in northern Alberta. I am Canadian.
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1 comment:
You know, every time I read your blog I always think you'd make a great novelist. That's all I really have to say on the matter! So please, one day, write a story and then I will be right. :0)
(please note, this sentence made sense in my head, but I'm sleep deprived and hungry, so it probably won't make sense in real life...)
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