i’ve learnt–the confused, hard way–that one first pays for their gas in america before pumping it. and for some reason i can’t understand, my yoga teacher figured out i was canadian, simply because of how i pronounced “bicycle.” however, i did catch myself at the bank. i followed my use of “zed” with the immediate correction of “zee.”
Hi. I’m a freelance creative director, copywriter, and content strategist who lives in Toronto. These are my musings. I usually review books. Sometimes I write about the things that make me go hmmm.