4:32 AM. Wii Day. My phone rings. I roll over and check the clock. It’s a good 12 minutes before my alarm clock is set to go off. “I’m awake,” says Jenn. “I am too,” I say. My head spins. It feels like I haven’t slept at all. “Ok. 4:32 AM. Next time I call,
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the wonders of San Jose
My co-workers in San Jose have a few nice things going for them. First, and likely foremost, for most, is San Jose is in California. That means it’s unusually warm. By Toronto standards, 20 degrees Celsius (that’s 68 degrees Farenheit, you Yankees you) in the middle of November is positively balmy. If this is November,
a minor inversion, or a major diversion?
a minor inversion, or a major diversion? The mass e-mail was terse and to the point. I have a daughter who is starting piano lessons, it read. Is anyone interested in selling an old upright piano? So for what would be the first time in years, I sat down today and played the piano. The
reaching the end of LMB
I am deeply grateful and forever indebted to my former housemate, who, two days before the end of my last term at university, suggested that I borrow from her and read Young Miles, an ominbus edition of two of Lois McMaster Bujold‘s earlier books. I was skeptical… a female science fiction writer? I was a
back and forth
Hopewell Rocks in HDR So I’m back from my little jaunt in Atlantic Canada: 9 days, 2700 kilometers, 3 provinces, 3 national parks, countless provincial parks, lighthouses, 20 km of hiking total, 6 lobsters and 28 oysters later. It was fun. If you’re a fan of nature and hikes, beautiful scenes, fresh seafood, well, the
doing as vegetation does
It was a rather short four day work week, thanks to good ol’ Queen Victoria. Apparently, Victoria Day is not only a celebration of Queen Victoria’s birthday, but also the reigning Monarch’s birthday. Interestingly enough, by royal proclaimation Canada has historically changed the “official birthday in Canada” of a reigning monarch to align with Victoria
still reading…
So I just finished reading a non-fiction piece, Edison and the Electric Chair : A Story of Light and Death by Mark Essig. I picked the hardcover book up for quite a steal at $5.39 at the local Indigo. It’s quite an interesting read: in a style not much unlike Bill Bryson (in his famous
blog v2
It’s finally time to face the music. My old, aging, blog is dead. Rest in peace. The jury is still out, but the coroner’s report suggests that the blog died because it was hardly updated, the software was horribly written (by none other than yours truly), and the “true” focus of the blog became horribly