My story so far
Posted: September 4th, 2010
When you buy gas for your car, you purchase as much as you need and use it till it runs out. The same is true of electricity, in the sense that you pay for what you use.
When I buy data for my iPhone, though, I pay $30.00 for access to 6 gigabytes of data per month. Although I generally use only a third of that, Rogers Canada denies me the use of the remaining 4GB, despite the fact that I’ve paid them for access to it. When the next month begins, I’m billed again for 6GB. This is not Rogers’ only iPhone data plan, but it was, regrettably, the best option for me.
Then I bought a 3G iPad.
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Posted: April 7th, 2010
“Very few people do anything creative after the age of thirty-five. The reason is that very few people do anything creative before the age of thirty-five.” – Joel Hildebrand
With thanks to Colin Marshall
Posted: December 31st, 2009
Happy New Year everyone!
Posted: March 13th, 2009
I seem to be coming out of my …
I seem to be coming out of my winter!
Thanks, in part, to Twyla Tharp, who I hopefully will discuss in a later post.
Connor has posted two amazing new demos (“Be the One” – with his amazing new band, and “Brother’s and Sisters” – on his own in the studio) here at his MySpace page. He’s finishing up a third demo, “Give it a Name”, right now. I can hear him mixing it upstairs. I went to see him at the Media Club in Vancouver last night *playing drums!!* with his good buddy Dylan Hossack. Turns out he’s a great drummer too!
I’m now a Twitterer.
For adventurous movie fans I recommend the totally ridiculous, over the top, goofily romantic and completely unforgettable Pola X.
Posted: January 2nd, 2009
It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.
~ Confucius
Posted: November 4th, 2008
Posted: October 22nd, 2008
“That thankfully our founders were wise enough to say we have this position and it’s constitutional — vice president will be able to be not only the position flexible.”
~ Sarah Palin
Posted: October 7th, 2008
It seems as though Ken never stops walking. We see him every time we walk the beach – and we walk at all hours of the day.
Tall, tanned, well-groomed and always wearing shorts despite the weather, he strides along the 2.2 kilometer promenade with the air of a man on his way to somewhere important. As the ever-present gulls hover overhead, we say “Good Morning” or “Good Afternoon” and Ken returns the greeting briskly in a british-tinged accent. Sometimes we just nod. Sometimes we raise a hand in a casual, regular-beachwalker salute.
This morning was cool, grey and threatening rain. Debbie and I wore sweaters, jackets and, in my case, a knit hat. Ken was wearing his shorts, as usual. We never talk, but each time I see him I’m reminded, as I was this morning, of the night the three of us sat, as strangers, in the White Rock city council chambers with a group of concerned and angry citizens. (continue reading this post …)
