Hideous Me, Glorious Me.

I never liked chips when I was growing up.  In fact, my folks didn’t really keep chips in the house.  No Pringles, no Lay’s, no crunchy treats lying around.  Oh now and then, there would be some, but my folks usually ate them, late at night or with dinner.  Sometimes they would ask me to…

Changing History

Imagine being able to change history.  Your history.  Now, we know we can’t change the events of the past…they’re done.  Finito.  Sayonara.  Adios, Charlie.  What’s done is done.   The future – sure we can change some of that.  It unfolds underneath us and can be shifted and morphed by our actions and behaviours, but often…

Spiral Bound

I love notebooks.  Fresh, clean, uncracked, shrink-wrapped and writerly looking notebooks can fill up my bookshelf any time.  And often they do.  They represent for me the muses uncertain, the unmarked critical point, a playground for the inspired, the unknown…the Great Unscripted, if you will.  And yet they sit unused. Brimming with potential, but reduced…

Ones and Zeros

Binary code. What does that have to do with your latte? Nothing, except that the barista ringing in your order used a computer register, and computer registers, like all other computers, uses binary code.  (Unless you go to a shop that embraces the abacus still and employs a posse of Howler monkeys in the back…

The Meeting, The Machine, The Crepes

I have a little machine that I carry around with me.  It’s not noticeable, but it beeps and bips and boops inside of me, and feeds me wrong information on a constant basis.   I don’t like it now, but there was a time when I used to oil it, shine it up, tinker with…

Delicious Semifreddo and The Art of Grave Digging

R-E-V-E-N-G-E The word just rolls of the tongue, gliding effortlessly in a deep growl, gladdening the dark heart and appeasing all senses.  It’s a word to wallow in.  It conjures up images of scorned women on daytime soaps, of karate apprentices honouring murdered masters and countless character assassinations in school cafeterias.  Drama and anger, in other words. Justified…

Full Of It – My Days As A Hoarder

I don’t watch much TV.  In fact, I rarely watch it – I find my time gravitating towards on-line activities, so an hour of Angry Birds Star Wars and viewing bad 80’s music videos on YouTube constitutes R&R for me these days.  But I had a chance to watch Hoarders last night.  Hoarders, of course, is…

Lowering the Boom Box

I always needed something.  When I was younger, I always needed something in the car or the bus to read.  Even a two minute car ride required a few minutes of perusing through my library to find the book I wanted, nay, required, to take on a simple trip to the shopping mall.  I have always had…

The Ruthless and Savage Act of Being

Many years ago I took up golf.  Like the good alcoholic that I was, in my all-or-nothing mentality, I immersed myself in it.  I watched the Golf Channel, I subscribed to one or two golf magazines, watched golf infomercials with a keen eye, picked up several beginner and advanced golf books, and listened to anyone…