As it to add insult to injury, the Chapters location that didn’t hire me part time in 2007 also hasn’t stocked my new book.
Nathan Russel Dueck (1979- )
@nathandueck.bsky.social
Noted Indoorsman; Purveyor of Olde Shtick; Hackonteur. Award-ignored author of NATHAN RUSSEL DUECK (1979- ), a memoir of mortifying episodes (Turnstone). he/him
Just joshed around by asking my wife “Wanna get Starbucked up?” and now I hate myself.
Winnipeggers, beautiful Winnipeggers, I have news. My book’s now available at the Grant Park @mcnallyrobinson.com! At long last you finally have somewhere to spend the $23.95 (plus applicable taxes) that’s been burning a hole in your pocket. Revel in my misery!
What is it about flashing your Costco card at the entrance that hollows the soul?
The loneliness of a middle Western seagull
I'm fairly confident that the last thought to fire the neurons in my brain before all activity ends will be my family's Co-op number.
It took just shy of two days being back home before my dad called me the r-word (in front of my children, even) — in case you’re wondering why I am the way I am.
Attended a church service this morning where the priest pronounced it AHH-men instead of EHH-men. Such heresy!
🎵Here on Bluesky an unboxing, A hardcover, not a trade, And it contains the reminders Of every time I was humbled Or cut down till I wrote out My embarrassments and shames. I am dying, I am dying, But the stories still remain.🎶
So, the only way for PM Carney to pay attention to the climate is for it to petulantly threaten to separate from the rest of Canada?
Just submitted grades, so I don't have to give two poops until Labour Day about whether AI wrote whatever it is I'm reading.
Have been pecking at a poem about playing little league baseball, but I'm thinking of deleting it because I can't seem to write it authentically without repeating the slurs coaches used to motivate us.
8yo: Dad, stop talking about yourself in the 3D.
Professors, circa 1996: Arrives to class late, visibly hung over, cracks textbook, and speaks extemporaneously (only pausing to burp) for an hour or so. 1/2
Eyeblack is a ballplayer's mascara, right?
Would like to express gratitude to Olivia Rodrigo and her people for dropping a clean version of the new album, making it possible for me to bump it in the family SUV whilst I drive my very young and impressionable offspring around to their various sporting events this weekend.
I'm out here at the baseball tournament, slapping the Spitz outta mouths and telling the stunned faces to buy Ronnie’s Jumbos.
Put on Daydream Nation when I drove the 10yo to an away game yesterday. When we arrived at the ballpark, he announced to a friend that his dad made him listen to a band of guys in their seventies called Sonic ***Youth***.
Nobody’s talking about how “We are ugly, but we have the music” is quite possibly the best line Cohen ever wrote.
Consider this a trigger warning for recovering Jesus-Freaked folks. The track "Father and Son" from the outstanding new album by Boards of Canada chops some Evangelical-lingo. It's skin-crawlingly good.
I know I’m settling into my dotage because I just secured tickets to see The Crash Test Dummies in concert roughly thirty years too late, and I’m feeling much too enthused about it.
As a proud University of Manitoba alum, I'm conflicted about doing panel at a University of Winnipeg conference. Like, what if some disaffected UWers smell the UM on me and, like, corner me in a dark alley just off Portage and demand I name five of their most famous grads? 1/2
Met with a student this morning who's convinced -- like, horror in his hollow eyes convinced -- we have 5 years before AI wipes us out. I did what I could to reassure the student, but if I'm being honest, they made a pretty convincing case. We had a good run, humanity.
Every time I come in from playing catch with the 10yo, I ask myself why my dad hated doing that.
Conservatives just want to watch the world burn -- and they're using books as kindling.