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Screw this:

While readings of this blog previously will have revealed in me no love of the state of Israel, I cannot but conclude that Islam presents itself these past few days as nothing more than a petty and juvenile religion. Death to the cartoonists who drew the cartoons of...

I/O

“eye-oh” – Input/Output Without doubt, one of the greatest challenges to understanding and mastering a desktop computer, is the ability to understand and interprt symbols. They abound among us, from logos for companies that become symbols through the...

Just hold on a minute…

So much time goes by. There is so little time to behave selfishly and just do what one wants, like finish that room in the basement for C, enter a photo into this blog every day, even just sit up in bed and read. I quite realize that these are the penalties of...

Brown World

Its gone cooler again, hovering around -3 and -4C. There is no snow and the grasses and scrub are the dun colour of sleeping dogs. There is an odd sort of hush in the air these days, as if the sleeping things outside had slowly realized that Spring is a mere two...

Bad Mama, Bad Dada

Its surprising, really, the volume of effluent that will exit a child’s mouth after dinner when tumbled about mirthfully on the living room rug. I kept thinking ‘well, that must the last of it’. But lo and behold, the stomach contained more. Yes, oh...

Posts yet to come…

I am still configuring this setup and hope to get a handle on things within the next few days. Thanks for your patience!

Oh Yum

Went for a quick ski this morning as it kindly snowed during the night. How wonderful and beautiful it was! There was fog on the field, believe it or not. Snow clung to branches and grasses and such, and I listened to the shooshing of my skis as they sifted through...

Still…

We went out for a Night Walk out in our field not twenty minutes ago this New Year’s Eve, with friends staying over the night. It was great fun rushing about in the snow and cold with hot chocolate waiting surely in a warm kitchen at the end of it. And so it...

Stabat Mater

Starkness from beauty. Beauty from starkness. Choose your poison. I am so often left empty when gazing on beauty. I feel so removed from it, that I crave it and reject it at the same time. I love beauty; partly because there is so little of it in the world, and partly...