• Sunset Beach, December 19th, 2025

    Sunset Beach, December 19th, 2025

    My forties.

  • I completely get it, my brother…I get it.

    I completely get it, my brother…I get it.

    Went for a walk around my beloved, priceless Seawall in a foggy, near-monsoon today. It was incredible; the place was almost completely deserted, and thus a whole new and inspiring experience. Walked down one of the set of beach steps and stayed down there for a long while, getting soaked despite my Vancouver rain gear.…

  • There is simply…

    There is simply…

    …no place else on this gorgeous planet I’d rather live three blocks away from. And that is all I need to say about THAT. So in keeping with my current thing–we all need to have a current thing–about the inclusion of musical faves on this blog, here’s one for all of you, because it is…

  • Benches: An Essay Just Wouldn’t Cut It (Meaning, There’s Video)

    Benches: An Essay Just Wouldn’t Cut It (Meaning, There’s Video)

    A bench too meaningful to commit to simple paragraphs. …and honestly, the outline I started a couple of months ago was just spiraling out of control. The story of the Vancouver Granville Street Bridge Benches really isn’t that fabulous, but I have a tendency to start everything with a massive preamble, then elaborate on details…

  • Ninety days until I’m 50, which is the new 40, but 40 was actually awful for me, so I’m okay with 50.

    Ninety days until I’m 50, which is the new 40, but 40 was actually awful for me, so I’m okay with 50.

    Now see here: my DNA wants me to look like a perogie-gnawing Russian peasant, and I have indeed looked that way many times, but I will continue to Winston Churchill my way against that genetic insistence. So yes, here’s another rare selfie that’ll be a collector’s item by 2125!  Deal with it!  And for the record,…

  • I Really Tried My Best.

    I Really Tried My Best.

    My favourite day of the whole summer. I did.  I absolutely gave it the old SFU try.  I documented it in this blog post, where I managed to somehow pull myself up and out of the summertime blues–blues?  More like suicidal despair–and do my damndest to embrace it.  Morning Seawall walks!  Amusing public art!  Meditations! …

  • Bitchin’ and Beachin’: A Canada Day Harangue

    Bitchin’ and Beachin’: A Canada Day Harangue

    This Canada flag kinds of says it all about my country: a bit screwed up for now, but eventually it’ll unfold back into admirable functionality. It’s my second annual Canada Day blog entry, and I have to say, the overall energy this year is shockingly different from last year, when everyone felt pretty defeated and…

  • Halfway to 98, I am

    Halfway to 98, I am

    Take me to church…for a sick-ass choral performance tonight! Let’s hope I’m not at my halfway point. My dearest grandmother stuck it out until she was something like 94 years old–basically deaf, blind, immobile, yet entirely and maddeningly lucid, at least for her–and complained that she was just “loitering” by that point. At least she…

  • The Bastardly Broth of the West End

    The Bastardly Broth of the West End

    I don’t ask for much in this world.   I really don’t.  I’m accustomed to living on very little money, so pricey material possessions have never factored into my life.  I’ve known how it feels to completely bottom out on alcohol abuse–right down to having the shakes so badly, I rummage through my bag of empties…

  • Crazy From The Heat

    Crazy From The Heat

    I wanted to quickly express my astonishment that my post about Davie Village received well over a thousand views in just a few days, a first-time occurrence for anything I’ve written on here. The majority of the traffic was visitors to my site–as opposed to subscribers–and only two things could possibly have brought that about:…