Anything that is to do with my life that doesn’t fall into work or play
The second round of biopsies proved far less efficient than my first experience. I waited over an hour before being called into the same operating room as before. Unlike my previous visit, there was no organized preparation—no changing clothes or being assigned a gurney. I had to request a gown …
I am still the luckiest unlucky man. I suppose it is a matter of perspective but knowing how bad things can get makes me appreciate when they are not that bad. Medical Journey: An Unexpected Diagnosis Last October, I visited my doctor about an issue with my bollocks. I consider …
I have worked on the internet for a very long time. I remember the birth of Google. I remember when Flash intros were all the rage. I even remember page view counters and GeoCities. I have built my own websites, including e-commerce sites. I write multiple programming languages and scripts. …
Toronto has been know my a lot of different monikers; “Center of the Universe, Hogtown, the Big Smoke, the 416” and more.
Over the years I have written about the homophobic treatment of gay men by the Canadian Blood Services. I have railed against the injustice of their screening questions and pointed out that even when gay men were allowed to donate the 5 year abstinence required essentially negated the policy. For …
So I have decided to return to Canada. Finding good work in Japan is too difficult, especially where we live. We are in a small town in Tochigi about 2 hours by train North of Tokyo. It’s a very beautiful area, with very large trees and some of the best …
To set the scene, I was invited again this year to help fire a wood fired kiln. It takes days to do, involves dozens of people and my shift is from midnight to 2 am. The Shigaraki kiln is the size of a uHaul truck and there are 5 ports …
I stumbled upon this image of a child’s toy horse from ancient Greece. I found the piece rather upsetting. Perhaps a grandparent made this for a grandchild they adored. Or a birthday gift from an affectionate aunt. You can picture a toddler playing in the courtyard, pulling it along on …
AI generated images are not “Art”. They can be beautiful, even transcendent, but that doesn’t make them art any more than stepping in paint makes my cat the next Picasso.
When I was in university I worked summers in an Italian restaurant, Campo Marina, in my hometown. Osoyoos is a tourist town. The population is around 3500 but would double in the summers when families would flock to Canada’s warmest freshwater lake. The restaurant in the summers was only open …
