I don’t understand why people don’t want to give speeches at funerals. For me that would be a big moment. I would write the hell out of it. People would cry. People would cheer. I would momentarily be your grandmother’s hero. I’m not saying I’m ghoulishly excited about the death of those close to me. [...]
I was watching the first episode of Twin Peaks, eating large chunks of dark chocolate infused with mint, and there was a moment of silence for Laura Palmer. She’d been murdered. Wrapped in plastic. This was followed by barroom brawls, a phone call where a father comforted his wife that her child was just fine [...]
Members of the Colony might remember that two years I found myself on the internet and his name was Michael G Kimber and he wrote novels that he posted online. You can read about it here: http://colony-of-losers.com/wordpress/2010/12/10/the-return-of-michael-george-kimber/ He is 75 years old and British. Immediately we had a strange kinship you can only experience when [...]
“Sorry. Your crisis isn’t enough for us to keep you,” said the doctor. “This isn’t an emergency.” Through my time trying to help others I have acquired an intimate secret. The place where your empathy burns on endless fuel of black pitch and bile. The exact location where your heart and brain meet. I know [...]
This is about my city and the imagination it takes to love. This is about loving dangerously and becoming better than our personal and political histories.
III No One Dies His mother’s headache developed the day they arrived in Prag. She babbled insensibly while he pretended to sleep. She got worse with the weather as the torrents of rain became storms of snow and so too did she descend, getting colder and colder, further and further removed from her boy and [...]
I was sitting in Kensington Market when I saw a beautiful topless girl. This sparked a thought that would go from Facebook photoshopped statuses to genocide to the miracle of life, and a meaning beyond purpose. Enjoy the view.
I go to a place called Hadleys because they treat their customers like family. If you knew me from Halifax, I got my hallmark cards from a place called Spartan where a few Greek ladies saved the city with rice pudding and breakfast specials. They showed me that you could live small and have a [...]
The first time I really thought about the concept of Me, involved eating a chewy handful of mushrooms in my first year of university. I was 18 years old, playing the friendliest game of NHL 94 in the history of time with my best friend. I was thirsty but all I had was orange juice [...]
Sometimes I think tequila is a good idea. I once got so drunk on tequila in University, that I came up to my residence room, determined to get back to the party when the world stopped spinning, that I turned up Wu Tang Clan’s Ain’t Nothing To Fuck With, so loudly that it shook the [...]keep looking »