Jasper knelt down on the driveway and swept up two fistfuls of fallen crabapple petals with his hands. “This is joy!” he said, and threw them in the air. He’d just written and read…
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I’m exhausted. And I was just going to go to bed but I checked my Web stats for this site and discovered that more people read Walden today than any day over the past…
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What a week! If the House had fallen, Project Porchlight might have ended even before it began. We have a plan now, 20 pages of great details on how to distribute 60,000 compact fluorescent…
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Seeking value and pleasure in external things always leads to unhappiness. It’s a basic principle of Buddhism, and just common sense. Everyone knows, deep down, that the new car won’t make you happy, or…
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So Belinda Stronach has crossed the floor to the Liberals. Thank God, there may not be an election this Spring! But as the dust settles, the focus turns to Peter MacKay, Stronach’s boyfriend and…
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My brother told me tonight to stop writing about my vasectomy. “I only did it twice,” I said. “Yeah, and then you did the follow up part about the soldering bits.” It’s true that…
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I have an idea. It’s consuming me. And for the first time since a few friends and I tested it last year, it looks like some seriously big partners just might buy into it…
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It’s 7:30 am on Friday the 13th. I’m sitting in a cafe in downtown Ottawa, enjoying a bacon and egg sandwich with Swiss cheese on brown toast. Because I only had five bucks on…