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Every year around President’s Day my dreams are infiltrated by figures from the American political landscape. It’s weird, this and I’ve recently started to share these night visions with my psychiatrist who has begun to try and help decode what they might mean.

Although I was crazy about the Montreal Expos as a boy, I never liked Gary Carter. He was the obvious star of this team that I lived and died by, performing both the over-sized heroics and all the small things that helped a team win games. However, when I looked at the earnest and ever-smiling…

The other night at a dinner party the topic of Chat Roulette came up. As you may recall, Chat Roulette was to become the next big thing. This web site allowed each user an opportunity to have a random video conversation with other people from all over the world. If you didn’t like

Today I have given the Blog over to Heidi, our Miniature Dachshund. Heidi have a few things to say about Valentine’s Day. No one know who this Saint actually was.

A woman in her late fifties sat beside me on the way home. She smelled of cigarette smoke and had two long, blonde whiskers growing from her chin. Knitting was her thing. She had a huge bag of dark green wool on her lap and she knitted, all the way from Milwaukee to Detroit. The…

On Sunday, instead of watching the Super Bowl like sensible people, Rachelle and I went to see a movie instead. I petitioned for The Grey. “Liam Neeson tapes glass to his knuckles and punches wolves! It’s going to be awesome!”

I thought Madonna did pretty well in her performance at the Super Bowl halftime show. Obviously, she was going to be subject to heavy criticism. She’s 53 now, the majority of the athletes on the field had no idea who she was and given the nature of how she’s framed her career, she was obliged…

Yesterday I took my second driver’s lesson in the history of my life. It had probably been six weeks since my first session and I was happy to see my instructor, Alpas, again. As I’m still kind of nervous driving, I tend to talk quite a bit, or as our friend Jillian says, natter. In…

I found this postcard at the Everest Restaurant on Bloor Street the other day: