Two
things inspired this essay: 1) recent conversations with my uncle, Ross, and 2) George
Harrison.
31 December 2014
11 November 2014
47 – They Were The Super Heroes
Today
is November 11th. Today lots of people in different countries will pay tribute to men and women who did military service in times of war.
And that got me thinking about why we should remember them. So I decided to
write about that.
4 November 2014
46 – Don’t Forget To Be Human
The
idea for this essay was born several years ago.
I went off for a hike along the shore of a local beach on a lovely Sunday morning. Early Fall. The kind that reminds you nobody and nothing can age gracefully like Nature.
I went off for a hike along the shore of a local beach on a lovely Sunday morning. Early Fall. The kind that reminds you nobody and nothing can age gracefully like Nature.
25 October 2014
45 – Age Like Wine
It’s
been a while since my last post. I’ve been distracted in my spare time by
activities that start with the letter W. What can I say? I like activities that
start with the letter W. That, and I don’t believe in boredom.
18 September 2014
44 – Doing Matters Most
Last
summer I wrote about why how you do things matter. This essay is simply about why
doing matters. We’ll call it a sequel.
7 September 2014
43 – Find Your Peace
A
short while ago I wrote about why you’ll always be finding yourself. But you’re
not the only thing you need to find in life.
1 September 2014
4 August 2014
41 – The Job That Lasts A Lifetime
During
the last days of a failing relationship, an Older Sister to my Then-Girlfriend
tried to help me understand what was going on. I heard her out.
27 July 2014
17 July 2014
39 – Choosing to Choose Less
Two
things happened on Saturday morning that inspired this essay. First, I went
into town for groceries. Second, I learned that Lebron James decided to take his talents back home.
Those two things got me thinking about decisions. Big ones, small ones, and ones that don’t matter. So I decided to write an essay about that.
Those two things got me thinking about decisions. Big ones, small ones, and ones that don’t matter. So I decided to write an essay about that.
13 July 2014
38 – Disregard The Last Post Now
I've
finished all the maintenance and revamping I wanted to do to The House Newf.
Actually, I just got tired of reformatting. Fuck it. I don’t care. It’s good
enough now.
6 July 2014
37 – Closed for Maintenance
The
House Newf is going through some general maintenance and minor revamping
today. All content (save for this short post) is down until that’s done.
1 July 2014
36 – Happiness Is A New Essay (That’s Not Posted Here)
What
kind of jackass announces a new essay and then doesn’t publish it on his
website?
23 June 2014
35 – The Difference A Year Makes
I started writing The House Newf just over a year ago. I’m very happy that one
year later I’m still doing it.
18 June 2014
34 – Doing Without Is Giving Yourself What You Need
I’m
several days into a new clean eating routine. By clean I mean no ‘fake food.’ No
frozen processed dinners, refined sugars or grains, or fast food. Just clean,
whole foods like fruit, vegetables, lean meat, whole grains, beans, nuts, seeds,
and some other healthy stuff.
As
part of this routine I was preparing some sliced orange and kiwi for breakfast
the other morning. As I cut up the fruit a thought struck me. Thankfully
nothing else did. A thought’s enough for me first thing in the morning.
14 May 2014
33 – The Things You Need To Tell Yourself
You
get asked to take stock of yourself and your life every so often. I don’t know
who or what’s doing the asking. Fate. The universe. Our subconscious. God. But
you hear it, even if it doesn’t register with your ears. You can feel it in
some part of your being that I have no words for. But I’m sure you know what
I’m talking about.
Being
asked to take stock of ourselves is a big task. It can be unsavoury and a
little intimidating. Scary even.
20 February 2014
32 – The Time To Move On
I
was nineteen the first time I broke up with somebody. I didn’t break up with a
girlfriend however. I ‘broke up’ with my best friend, a boy who’d grown up on
the same street as me.
I
felt like I was doing the right thing. I thought I was doing it the right way. And
I thought that I could simply move on. I was wrong.
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