The Slow Death of the Canadian Political Blogosphere
I must admit that when I flew to Scotland a few weeks ago to attend a friend's wedding, I had no idea that it would lead to my longest break…
my stoopid life
David Bowie and the Lighthouse of the Different
It was amazing to see so many people all over the world saying the same thing yesterday.Oh no. I didn't even know he was ill. Not the soundtrack of my…
My Full, Frank, and Totally Sober Defence of Elizabeth May
I didn't think I'd have to ride to the defence of Elizabeth May again. I thought one post was enough. But since she has been mercilessly pilloried, and some are…
Violence Against Women: Why We All Need to Look in the Mirror
I'm ashamed to admit that when the stories about the ghastly harassment of women in this country began to emerge, first at the CBC and then on Parliament Hill, I…
Scottish Independence and the Search for the New Left
OK. So it's probably not the best time to leave Canada. Not in the middle of that tragically short warm period we call summer in the Great White North.But politically…
Rob Ford and the Lost Animals of Far Enough Farm
Well although he personally believes that crack addicts should be jailed not pampered, I see Rob Ford is finally in rehab.His monstrous Fordzillamobile is in the pound.Earlier this week, Ford's…
What Christmas Means to Me. Again.
I wrote this post a few years ago, after somebody questioned how an atheist like me, could celebrate Christmas. And I've run it every year since then on this day,…
Lou Reed, My Dad, and the Tennis Racquet Guitar
There aren't too many artists who can bridge the generational divide, or the straight/gay divide, but one of them was Lou Reed. Lou Reed, the singer-songwriter whose darkly poetic recordings…
Harperland and the Progressive Journey to Victory
It's been pretty grey and wet where I live. It gets dark before you know it. Soon it will be winter in Harperland. In all its grim horror.But on the…
The Wonderful Saving of Far Enough Farm
Two years ago I first told you the story of Far Enough Farm, the beautiful little hobby farm on the Toronto Islands. A gentle story book place if ever there…
The Disastrous Decline of the Con Regime
It was such a beautiful day, the first real day of Spring, that I spent hours pedalling around my magic island, out of touch with the rest of the world.So…
Valentine’s Day in Harperland
Well today was Valentine's Day and I didn't really feel like writing about it this year.For starters, if I saw another cellophane rose, tacky card, or other pinky thing coming…
The Ikea Monkey and the Harper Kong
Gawd. If my protest calendar for December wasn't booked solid. And if I hadn't got plastered at the office Christmas party.I might have been walking around today with a sign…
Mourning the Death of an Old Friend
It's been almost a week since I last blogged, and since I left so abruptly some of you have been wondering where I went.And no doubt some may have feared…
Felix, Joe, and the Big Jump
I'm too tired to blog tonight, but I just want to say that I thought this big jump was awesome.Austrian daredevil Felix Baumgartner became the first man to break the…
Beating the Doggie Called Depression
I went for a walk the other day through the leafy lanes of The Shire, with a friend of mine who has suffered from severe depression from about this time…
Coping With the Horror of Harperland
Sometimes when I stare at the horror of Harperland, like Simon in the Lord of the Flies stared at the head of the pig, I get a bit depressed eh?…
Me, Vic, and the Internet Snooping Bill
Oh boy. Sometimes it’s not easy to be a blogger in the growing darkness of Stephen Harper’s Canada. You can feel the fear in the air. My computer is humming…
Me, SOPA, and the Internet Revolution
This graphic speaks for itself eh? The day before and the day after the internet revolution. Then Wednesday happened, and suddenly everyone seemed to understand how serious this was. Wikipedia…
Why Dogs Are Better Than Cats…Sometimes
(1) What could match the grateful look of a faithful hound for taking him to his favourite place, the beach? Especially when it's 40 degrees on the humidex scale, and…