The Sentencing And The Veil

Friday came with an undertow of a calm anxiety, if one could put it like that.  The boys still needed to have their breakfast and change and play and get walked down to school.  My oldest threw snowballs at me the entire time making our way down to their classes, while the little one laughed….

Life Two-Point-Ohhhh…I Get It, Sorta

My name is Paul, and I am 43 years old. I have a wife and two young boys.  A dog.  A house.  I go to work.  I pay taxes. I cook, clean and help to manage the household.  I help neighbours when needed, I support causes when needed, I rest when needed. I am also…

Stich ‘n’ Bitch – Unwound And Rewound

Remember when you first ever heard your voice played back on some sort of recording device?  Mine was a cassette machine (yeah, dated myself – what else is new?)  No doubt I was dictating some sort of manifesto in a robust manner, with a fedora hat on head and Popeye Cigarette candy in hand for…

Apples To Orangutans to Xylophones to Squatty Legs

You know what’s worse than doing something that is a no-winner?  Knowing what you’re doing in a no-winner.  You picking up what I’m putting down?  Like scarfing down a Costco-sized satchel of fig newtons and a pail of egg nog just before hitting Six Flag’s new Vomitorium Ad Nauseum roller coaster.  With vertigo and a…

Making Right, Not Making Nice

I am in the hospitality trade.  Where I work now, we host many functions – tour groups, weddings, post-convention get togethers, corporate gigs, holiday parties and a slew of other special events. That is on top of several dining outlets that we have in the building.  At this time of year, we do more of…

Zen And The Art Of Bicycle Repair

I like my bike.  It’s my mode of transportation – in many ways.  It gets me to and from work.  It also takes me out of my head or it gets me thinking about things that the D-Day din of my mind doesn’t normally allow me to ponder.  It whisks me away from the hot…

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…

Have You Met My Friend Jack?

“I’ve got news for you pal, you ain’t leading but two things right now: Jack and shit… and Jack just left town”.  – From Army of Darkness. While not exactly the most elegant quote, someone in a meeting used a variation of that one the other night – that there were only two things he knew out there while drinking…

Contain Yourself, Boy

I am not on Facebook.  Or Pinterest.  Or Myspace.  I can also confirm that I don’t have a Tumblr account, have any knowledge of Instagram, Four Square or Tagged.  I am unsure of what some of those “share” buttons on my own blog even do, and am afraid to get anywhere near things that ask…

Pearls Of Wisdom On Clamming Up

When I was in my teens and early 20’s, I had a small group of guys that I hung out with.  Friends, if you will. We were primarily drinking buddies, but since we had gone to high school together there was that little something that held us together.  When we weren’t hitting it hard at…