La dolce far niente.

April 9, 2026 ~ Lkvy ~ Leave a comment

I’m back to using my e-reader, which means I can read by the light of my mandle. You’d think it’d create the right ambience for works of erotica, except the object of desire in the book I am currently reading, Sky Daddy by Kate Folk, is not human. The protagonist is horny for airplanes.

Am I reading… airplane smut? I am! And I’m enjoying it!

I started the 352-page book on Tuesday, and already I’m 83% done. I picked up this book because I was in the mood for something weird, and it certainly has ticked that box.

My next date with an airplane has been scheduled for June 29th. An Airbus A350-1000 will transport me and my bike to London, UK, where I’ll have five days to make up for the sights I missed out on during my first visit in 2022, which saw me stricken down with COVID. Airfare for this upcoming trip cost me dearly, thanks to the surge in jet fuel prices brought on by the Middle East crisis.

What a privileged thing to bitch about, eh?

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A rapid succession of non-successes.

February 24, 2020February 24, 2020 ~ Lkvy ~ 1 Comment

I miss bouldering. It’s not that Victoria doesn’t have a bouldering gym, it’s just not Bloc Shop. I’ve switched back to climbing. Yes, there’s a difference: one can be good at climbing, but suck at bouldering. This was me until I moved to Montréal and started going to Bloc Shop regularly. Then, I was mediocre at both.

In a seemingly futile attempt to improve, Yann and I would often film each other’s attempts on the trickier problems (bouldering routes are called problems). These videos were usually deleted from my phone shortly afterward; however, many of them ended up being automatically uploaded to my Google account.

What was I supposed to do with them all?

Make a compilation of our fails!*

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Final travelogue.

April 27, 2018November 23, 2018 ~ Lkvy ~ Leave a comment

I have just concluded my first week back at work post-vacation, but I’m still not finished talking about my vacation.

On Thursday the 19th, I took my gym-loving sister, Jenn, to the gym. Not the kind she usually goes to, but the kind I usually go to. My preferred type of gym has almost entirely padded flooring, and a lot of chalk dust. Jenn is a Crossfitter and, yes, she talks about it a lot but come to think of it, climbers also talk about climbing excessively.

Her being a crossfitter has the family commenting on her burly physique a lot. Dad in particular is strangely interested in the physique of others. He mentioned no less than four times that my brother had gotten really fat, and when I told him that I had visited two of my childhood friends, he asked whether either of them had gotten fat. It did make me wonder how Dad describes my physique.

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