by thadmin | Mar 13, 2014 | Beauty, Navel, Rant, Travel
So I have returned to New Zealand. To be honest, I never thought I would ever return. Certainly not through lack of desire, but rather lack of means was my assumption. But I must never forget the generosity of family, and so it is through the good graces of my...
by thadmin | Aug 10, 2009 | Navel
I’ve been trying to memorize a song to sing to my children at nighttime. My personal repertoire of 20-odd songs wore thin a long time ago, and as I end up singing two or three songs each night, we cover the same ground pretty often. The kids are bored by them,...
by thadmin | Aug 12, 2008 | Navel
I leaned against a lampost on the Oshawa track, feeling it’s warmth. I allowed my gaze to drift down, right down, to where my feet stood slowly rocking on the pavement. My red Chucks, with their white rubber toes and black stripe running around the shoe, swam in...
by thadmin | Jun 18, 2008 | Navel
I have started in again with Flickr, after a hiatus. Â I was scared off by stories of photos culled from its huge database and used in publications without accreditation to the photographer (stolen outright). Â But I have since mollified my view to what content I...
by thadmin | May 28, 2008 | Navel
I alternate cutlery in the dishwasher tray compartments by ends – fork up, fork down, knife up, knife down, spoon up, spoon down in the hopes that it will wash them better. I often walk on the left-hand side of the sidewalk because it reflects my socialist...
by thadmin | May 16, 2008 | Navel
I thought it might be interesting to tally up the number of musical groups or persons for whom I own 2 or more albums. I wondered if this might distill down to a few lines the music I appear to gravitate toward. I was surprised and puzzled. Why do I like Garmarna...
