Life

Blog posts about life, art, and everything.

Early morning view from a train station

Early morning view from a train station

October 9, 2009 | Blog

At 6 am this morning, the view from the platform of the Fallowfield VIA Rail station was pure yesteryear. Track, waist high grass, then corn field stretching for a mile before blending into vague early morning darkness, and finally capped by the burly frame of the distant Gatineau Hills. If not for the staccato of […]

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Everyone can relax, I found the Ark of the Covenant

Everyone can relax, I found the Ark of the Covenant

August 20, 2009 | Blog

As it turns out, the Ark of the Covenant wasn’t so much lost as it was misplaced behind my furnace under a pile of vintage Playboy, and Molson stubbies. If you can move it, you can have it.

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Pecan butter tart

Pecan butter tart

June 24, 2009 | Blog

I intended to eat half of the pecan butter tart, but then it kind of broke while I was cutting it, and fell apart, so I felt bad that I’d done such a shoddy job of halving it, I mean nobody wants to see a busted up pecan butter tart it’s such a sad looking […]

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Locked in a beer cooler

Locked in a beer cooler

June 8, 2006 | Blog

Typically I find it’s a good idea to be prepared. How can I prepare for all of the possible things that could happen to me in one day? Like that time I got locked in a commercial beer cooler.

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Locked in a room

Locked in a room

May 22, 2006 | Blog

I got to thinking about the times I have been trapped in locked rooms without air ducts. It’s happened more times than you think.

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A shower of thoughts

A shower of thoughts

March 6, 2006 | Blog

Maybe it’s the soothing sounds of falling bath water, or the perky scents of aroma-therapy bath products, but a lot of people do their best thinking in the shower. So, here are, in no particular order, my most recent shower cogitations.

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Summer vacation is over

Summer vacation is over

February 5, 2006 | Blog

Summer vacation was over, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Not to say I didn’t try.

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