Monthly Archives

January 2009

  • I. Will. Write.

    San Franciso is so awesome. The streets are dry. No need to work out. Just walking gets the heart racing. A street car clanged loudly at me today because I was driving the wrong…

  • Quarters

    Once, when I was maybe 10 my mom made me eat a raw onion when I asked her for 25 cents to buy the new Hubba Bubba grape. I did it. Another time, my…

  • Love your messed-up muttface self

    Sister-in-law JD’s looking for a dog. She found a hot prospect tonight on UsedOttawa.com, mixed in with listings for old CRT TVs and IKEA furniture: An 18-month-old Corgi. The ad’s a bit dodgy for…

  • My 15 minutes, continued.

    People are scared. This hit me today in studio at CBC as I was doing a live-to-air segment on Newsworld (interviewed by Suhanna Merchand from Toronto) about concerns that UV radiation from CFL bulbs…

  • Thank you, Wilf.

    Tonight seems like a good time to share the story of my first trip to Washington, DC. I love Washington, and am there frequently lately with the project. It’s exciting to get to know…

  • Public Transit-ion

    It’s day 37 of the Ottawa transit strike. There’s no sign of a deal. But it didn’t really affect me until yesterday (aside from a slightly longer commute and new carpool company, which is…

  • Bean in stickier situations?

    I’m looking for a good slow cooker baked beans recipe, preferably one that includes molasses. I was proud of myself yesterday because I’d gotten organized enough to soak a large bowl of black-eyed beans…

  • The Singularity

    I’m fighting with a couple of books, for very different reasons. Downstairs on the side table by the front window rests Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. It was my third Christmas read,…