Archive for the ‘living’ Category

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU ALVIN!!!”  Teacher barked in clear frustration.  ”You’re acting.  Stop it!” Teacher sat back in his chair, face all red, incensed.   “Bob, sit down.  Let me work with him.” Bobby quickly made his way to his seat and Teacher stood up at the front of the room and faced Alvin. “You’re [...]

“You need to pay more attention to your Chi.” I heard those words while sitting in a diner in Tofino, B.C. today. Seemed to resonate soundly, fitting completely with the laid back young atmosphere of this rainy little resort town. Tofino is a beautiful anomaly. It hardly rarely gets any warmer than 15 degrees during [...]

How much electronic pain must be suffered at the delighted hands of masochistic fairy muses, who flit about teasing the writer with half-formed ideas?   All day long this one has been continually dive-bombed by brilliant sparkling thoughts, only to see them fade away as soon as the mental hand reaches out to grasp. At [...]

If you could write a letter to yourself when you were sixteen, what would you say? Joseph Galliano, an editor, has compiled a list of letters from people many of us know, and has created a book from that collection, entitled “Dear Me.  A Letter to My Sixteen-Year-Old Self”. So….. What would I say? It [...]

You know, when the news first came out about the Occupy Wall Street protests and demonstrations, my cynicism kicked in. There were no clear demands.  I didn’t know what they wanted.  They had lots of complaints, but little to no information on “what should we do about it?” In the 60′s, the protesters demanded peace. [...]

The final campsite looked over the water of the lake to the west.  When we found it initially I was just glad we had found something.  A place to set up our tent.  I had no idea of the beauty we were going to eventually see.  I’m sure Angie did.  Not me though – my [...]

Have to admit:  since moving in to the new place I find I’m falling more and more in heavy like with it.  Not yet willing to pilot the boat to the end of the Tunnel of “Love” just yet.  Give it time. Oh there are a few little annoyances.  Like the fact that the laundry [...]

  Everywhere you go, you hear complaints about the heat this summer.  You understand.  You’ve walked out into the oven blast usually experienced by workers at pizza shops.   Your shirt soaked with sweat  testifies to the minimal movement required to raise your temperature.  But when the night comes and the summer breeze washes your face….. well isn’t [...]

People here are fascinating.  And not in a “gee, what wonderfully intellectual stimulation” sense.   I mean behaviours are just so far outside of what I consider “the norm” that time chases its own tail trying to keep up. Toronto is defined from the mix of its people who make their way here from all [...]

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Posted: June 24, 2011 in humor, Life, living, writing
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The capricious breeze sauntered carelessly through his stubborn hair, pushing this way and that until the dogged gel that was holding everything together finally sighed, shrugged its shoulders and gave up.  Whereupon, the follicle company, mimicking the primordial warrior dance of the galaxies, began its mad performance. The hair’s owner, oblivious to the upper level [...]

There’s a certain senseless joy that comes unexpectedly sometimes.  A sense that everything is ridiculously OK.  Better than OK.  Good. Better than good – but precise words escape you. Recently, this happened during what would have been an otherwise stressful time. Mind you, part of the catalyst for this was planned. Years ago, when I [...]

So we’ve come through the weekend and no rapture has occurred.  No planes fell out of the sky, pilotless, no suddenly empty chairs at restaurants, no sets of clothes sitting on park benches, no empty operating tables, with nurses and doctors scratching their heads, wondering where the open heart surgery patient went. For most of [...]