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Motivating. (And counting.) Not really a travelogue at all.

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A couple of weeks back I was sitting at the curling club after beating up some old men and — for reasons I can’t begin to guess — one of them asked me to ‘explain blogging.’ Naturally, I provided a thoughtful, balanced and insightful opinion: “It’s about narcissism.” “Is that all? I thought there’d be more to it.” “Not really. Everyone has at least one thing they can drone on and on about until they […]

Wronging

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Once I thought I was wrong… Back in prehistory¬† the olden days the 70s I knew a few people that had T-shirts that bore the (theoretically) humourous statement Once I thought I was wrong — but I was mistaken. (I’ve never had one even though the available evidence suggests that they’re still around.) I thought about them because I recently had reason to doubt a statement I made about four years ago. At that time […]

Making. And rather a lot of paddling.

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Thirty years ago a bunch of things happened. The first naked-eye supernova since 1604 (a long time ago — before Galileo built his telescope, even) appeared in the southern sky. (Apparently one of my favorite albums was a key part of the discovery process. Learn something every day, I guess.) The system where this text is being edited was created. And my one and only piece of something-not-totally-unlike-matchmaking bore fruit nuptials (#2 — completely accidental, […]

Glass(es)ing

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What’s the difference between overalls and coveralls? Just as you might expect, it’s one of those cases where the answer appears to be ‘it depends.’ (Oh, all right. The most common distinction hereabouts is that ‘coveralls’ are more or less boilersuits and ‘overalls’ are those pant thingies with the attached bib-and-suspenders, typically worn by clownish rustics in bad comedies or murderous psychopaths in horror films. I was thinking of this because…) I wear glasses. Well, […]

Trimming (2017)

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I don’t always do what I’m told. You can ask anyone. Ask Ms. Rose (she’s not here right now but she’s not far) and she’ll tell you how long it takes me to pick up the dirty socks I leave on the living room floor. Ask Sir Rose (she’s not here either but is only three hours thataway) and she’ll tell you, well, all sorts of things. Ask Dr. Brutal (apparently his students called him […]