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In grade seven, every girl, every cool girl, I should say, sported the feathered hairstyle of Farrah Fawcett. Still, in spite of the fact that she was the most famous of Charlie’s Angels, the most noticeably American, she was probably the least favourite amongst my peers. The truth was that in spite of her obvious…

Last night, I watched a couple of the videos of Neda Soltan as she died in the streets of Tehran. They were very difficult to watch, and I found myself physically flinching as I tried to process the sights and sounds that were passing into me. In the video, the 26 year-old student of philosophy,…

On Sunday, Rachelle and I took the dog to Christie Pits to watch some baseball. Walking there, we passed by yard sales, church dances, lost dogs and millionaires. The walk took about half an hour, and when we got there, the first thing we did was buy some popsicles. We then proceeded to seek out…

The other night over dinner, Rachelle and I were having a serious conversation about a work related matter. Now, I’m a little bit older than Rachelle, and probably an awful lot smarter, accomplished, worldly and self-reliant than she’ll ever be, but I really don’t like to hang this over her head. I’m a good guy,…

Master is weak in the head. He think he sick with bugs because he played card with coughy two-leg the other night, but he smell not sick. He smell of fear, like all time, but no smell bug sick. When we go for walk he now make sigh sound and move slow, not pick-up my…

When I was at the Shouldice Clinic getting my hernia repaired, I didn’t just lie about moaning and begging for drugs. The doctors and nurses are a bunch of stingy hard-asses there, the type of morons who say crap like “pain is just your body’s way of telling you to use it!” Right. At any…

On Saturday night, a friend took us to see our first Roller Derby match. It was out at the George Bell Arena, and it featured The Death Track Dolls against The Smoke City Betties. I was expecting a counter-culture fantasia, an ironic descent into 70’s kitsch and hipster irony fueled by some post-feminist rocket fuel.…

Monday was a beautiful day. Across the street, a construction worker with long and robust gray hair stood in front of a piece of heavy equipment. Wearing mirrored aviator sunglasses, he had his shirt off and his arms crossed over his chest. Pink Floyd was blasting from the cab of his truck, and he looked…

On Saturday afternoon, we went down to Woofstock on King Street. For one day each year, they close off about three blocks of the street, giving it over to dogs and dog lovers. It’s billed as a festival for dogs, but really it’s a retail trade store targeting those of us who own dogs. No…