“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 [...]
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Rainy Paradise
Posted: January 2, 2012 in Life, living, writingTags: alternative medicine, Canada, friendly people, massage, more rain, organic foods, rain, rainforest, Tofino, travel, wellness, yoga, young people
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Voyeur and Voyager
Posted: November 21, 2011 in Life, living, writingTags: art, bits and bites, creativity, death, disease, instability, Jitterbug Perfume, joy, Life, nesting, The Machine, Tom Robbins, writing
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 [...]
Release
Posted: June 24, 2011 in humor, Life, living, writingTags: divorce, living, marriage, taxi, writing
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 [...]
It’s funny: when you take pride in being unique, there are little things that poke you in the back to prove you are not. That you’re just another variation on a common theme. Like words, for example. I like words a lot, even though I find myself sometimes frustrated at the dearth of just the [...]
Evolution of the TV Adult Male
Posted: April 3, 2011 in entertainment, humor, show business, writingTags: actors, characters, Charlie Runkle, comedies, commercials, Hank Moody, men in show business, scripts, writing
Ever since getting into show business (going to commercial auditions, getting up on stage to do comedy improv work), I’ve been told to brace myself because the only popular roles for men are characters who are idiots and clowns. The stereotypical dad, personified by people like Elliot Gould, who played Monica and Ross’ socially clueless [...]
He sat at a table in the bar, a glass of white wine in his right hand, nothing particular on his mind. The door opened, and a draft of icy air wafted through the place, pushing the warmth on tip-toes into the far reaches of the corners. Two men followed, grating laughter blatting forth, the [...]
Writing That Novel
Posted: October 31, 2010 in ADHD, Life, writingTags: ADD, Executive Function, Life, NaNoWriMo, Novel, writing
There is something a little satisfying about meeting a group of people who have something in common with you. I realized the joy of that when I attended an ADD support group recently. Having been formerly diagnosed as having Attention Deficit Disorder a few weeks ago, I’ve made up my mind to do something about [...]
404 Error
Posted: August 27, 2010 in Life, writingTags: 404, also sorry, and anyway it was only three glasses of wine, damn I'm sorry, did I mention I'm sorry?, last night was an exception, maybe I shouldn't drink so much and then try to post something, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa, not that I'm a heavy drinker, Ok I'm done now, please come back and read my stuff again
Google Mail has this thing now. If you write an email complaining about your boss, only you end up sending it to him, instead of to your buddy (let’s pretty they’re both named Tristan), you’ve got 30 seconds in which to claw it back. It’s pretty cool. If you’re quick enough that is. (I’m not). [...]
Here it is, 4:36 a.m. and I can’t sleep. What better time to try and write a blog, huh? (Yes, I know the clock in the picture says 1:22. I can live with it, and frankly, it was the only clock picture I could find.) It’s that time of the morning when nothing is on [...]
Pimpmobile Friday
Posted: August 20, 2010 in humor, humour, Life, writingTags: Blog, bloggers, fathers, myspace, Photography, Writer
Hey gang! I couldn’t look myself in the mirror if I didn’t do my due diligence to the blogging community by forgetting to point out some great writers here. (I’m not sure if that last sentence had enough negatives in it. Hopefully you know what I mean. ) Anyway – most of you know each other and [...]
************************************************** News Item: Russian Spies Prove to Be Amateurs http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/world/us_and_canada/10564236.stm ************************************************** Natasha was livid. “Boris! This password isn’t working! You said COME2ME_MYDARLING was it. I’ve typed it in five times and it won’t let me in.” A dumpy-looking man glanced up from his newspaper, pencil mustache twitching in annoyance. “I told you darlink. I changed it last [...]
The usual suspects had boarded the bus: the elderly woman with her Bible and her big purse and her long dark stockings; the brush cut boy with his skateboard; the gaggle of giggling schoolgirls, all prepped out for the mall; the morose man with the day-old beard and dirty jeans; and the shy teenager girl [...]
I don’t know why but it tickles the hell out of me when someone gets all ornery and persnickety about something and then fires off all cannons, like so: Well did another day of hoop jumping. I know for a fact that Rogers are stupid, have no COMMON cents! This is no lie. Common cents [...]
My stomach tossed and turned. It knew the day was early but it clearly was uncomfortable, maybe even bored. So it decided to wake me up. *RRRR* I glanced at the clock. 6:30. Six-freaking-thirty. Who the hell gets up voluntarily on a Monday morning at that awful time? Evidently I do. I ignored my stomach [...]
Today kids we’re trying something quite different. We’re blogging by iPhone. When you have fat fingers (well, like most men I imagine. Except for the unfortunate girly men with their teeny-tiny delicate hand extensions that they mistakenly call fingers). Wait. Where was I? Right. Having fat fingers means you’re going to be making a LOT [...]
9:00-10:00 The man smiled at the brunette, raising one eyebrow above his black sunglasses. He pulled his arm from her shoulder and reached into his jacket pocket, to pull out the world’s largest stogie. He clipped it, wet it and plunged it into his mouth. He managed to mouth out “darlin’, light me, would you?” [...]
It was too early to go home. The bar seemed to beckon me, with its warm lights and light jazz music. I mean, I’m not normally a jazz guy. You’ll never catch me playing lounge music on the piano, with that sickening salesman grin. Still though, there was something compelling about the whole thing. Maybe it [...]
The Upwardly Mobile Executroid look was not a stretch for James. He stood about 6’1″ tall, and had an immaculate Stepford hubby haircut – parted on the left side with half-inch sideburns framing his forgettable face. He frowned at himself in the mirror, and gave a last lock-in tug on his Thomas Pink tie, then shrugged into his Hugo Boss [...]
