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On Friday, for the first time in my life, I flew Porter Air. I don’t fly very often, and am far from a sophisticated traveler, so I was all sorts of excited. Let me first say that flying out of Toronto to Ottawa, you get to take a boat to a plane. How cool is…

Rachelle and I have an insane amount of stuff. As we slowly, very slowly unpack all the boxes that clutter our new apartment, we keep making all sorts of unexpected discoveries. We have 12 Tiki torches! 3 Pinatas! Easter decorations! 5 hockey sticks and one net! 7 (?!) winter tires! Another thing I found out…

On Monday, I happened to be watching when David Letterman made his public admission that he’s had sex with women who worked for him on his talk show, and that somebody was trying to use this information to blackmail him for two million dollars. It was a strange piece of theatre in that the audience…

On Thursday, just before dawn, Rachelle and I began to move from our wonderful apartment in The Annex, to a work-in-progress place on Queen Street East. We absolutely loved our home on Madison, and our time there, and it’s been with some ambivalence that we decided to leave. Allowing melancholy to wash over me, I…

Apparently I do an awful lot of “projection.” What Rachelle, and several of my therapists have pointed out, is that I always describe the way that I’m feeling, by saying that somebody else is feeling that way. Hypothetically, if I don’t like somebody, I might talk about how somebody else doesn’t like that person, or,…

There are some cabs in this city that house furious drivers. There’s one guy who has even affixed a sign to his dashboard that says “I am an angry cabbie.” He just seethes, explosive hatred radiating from him like some poisonous cloud. I am sufficiently intimidated by him that when he asks me where I…

As I am on top of all the latest trends, I just came across a series of ads featuring Jemaine Clement– one of the stars of Flight of the Conchords–that debuted during the Super Bowl in 2006. They’re for the Outback Steak House, and they’re good-natured and entirely disarming. Clement, who is all bee-stung lips…

On Sunday afternoon, I sat with the dog in a park at the corner of Spadina and Bloor. I was waiting for some food to be prepared in a restaurant across the street and was just idly watching the city. It’s probably one of the busiest corners in Toronto, and there was an awful lot…

Unfortunately, The Omen was on TV late last night. Rachelle, you should know, has been away this weekend. Every month she has a weekend out of town with Stefano, her Brazilian kickboxing instructor, for some special training, and when this happens I’m left to fend for myself. Normally it’s not a problem as Rachelle blocks…