My Cat, Pixel 

My Cat, Pixel 

On Saturday, July 8th, 2006, at 5:33 p.m., my cat Pixel decided it was time to walk through one last wall. Although I miss him terribly, I am sure the he is enjoying his new journey, reunited with his old friend Tup. He was approximately 17 years old.  We had noticed that his health was steadily declining over the last few months. Pixel continued to lose weight, which is shocking considering how little he weighted normally as he was a…

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Tears to my eyes 

Tears to my eyes 

Tears to my eyes  December 21, 2005 Categories: Sundry  There are a few things that I react to in a very emotional manner. Often it comes from feelings of sadness or tragedy, but sometimes it is brought on by something that is beautiful.  Flashback with me, if you will, to 1985…  I was driving to work in my beloved and hated red Renault Alliance. The CBC was playing and I was working my way down Portage avenue toward my place…

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25 km and Still Alive 

25 km and Still Alive 

Last Saturday I walked out to the in-law’s farm. I took a city bus to the outskirts of town, then brace with a fine cup of co!ee I set o! for the farm. You notice a lot more of your surroundings when you walk as compared to when you drive. I was a bit surprised by some of the cool and interesting things I saw along the way. There was dead tree that was about 20 feet in height and…

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Walking to Santiago

Walking to Santiago

Well, I always thought that it would be a wonderful experience to walk the Camino de Santiago.  So, as I was contemplating my 40th year on this big blue planet—that I have not seen nearly enough of—I decided that it was time to set some firm goals for myself instead of constantly saying “Wouldn’t it be nice to one day…”  So, that’s it. 2008. The year I’m walking Spain.  Why am I waiting so long? Well to be truthful, finances….

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Starting the reading… 

Starting the reading… 

So, my first book arrived. I ordered a few. I’ll be going through this one in the next few days.  From my quick perusal, I can say the pictures quality isn’t great, but the subject matter makes me want to go to Spain. The book itself is a nice package with a soft matte cover, nice fonts (esp. on the cover, I’ll need to ask Sandy what the font is…), and an nice elegant layout. Hopefully the content will live…

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Promise to myself 

Promise to myself 

Well, I always thought that it would be a wonderful experience to walk the Camino de Santiago.  So a week or so ago as I was contemplating my 40th birthday, I decided that it was time to set some firm goals for myself instead of constantly saying that it would be nice to one day…  So, that’s it. 2008. The year I’m walking Spain.  Why am I waiting so long? Well to be truthful, finances. It isn’t going to be…

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Apologies 

Apologies 

The door buzzer grated loudly. It competed with a loud rockabilly tune for the attention of the distracted clerk in the tiny, brightly-lit store. The lone clerk of Rob’s CD Trades this evening was perched at the back on a high stool behind a glass case filled with the high- end merchandise, locked away from shoplifters and greasy fingered customers. A newspaper was spread out across the counter, carefully unfolded and pinned under her elbows. An over-sized black sweatshirt enveloped…

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Nemesis

Nemesis

Tito was struggling with the cigarette package. Maybe it was the half bottle of cheap scotch flowing through his veins or the adrenalin racing through him, but his fingers had been trembling from the moment he sat down in the dark and abandoned warehouse office.  The cigarettes were not his brand; he had found them tucked away inside the black jacket he wore. The package looked Turkish or something eastern, and with that knowledge, he had abandoned hope that they…

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Words

Words

The salep steam rose from a cup and condensed into small beads on the cold windowpane. Klaus raised the chipped cup and blew softly over its hot contents before taking a tentative sip. Cuts, punctures, and bruises he can cope with, but scalds and burns made him irritable. Although the cup looked older than Morrow himself, the sweet drink therein was very good. Klaus smiled and continued to watch the street below through the window’s imperfections and the rivulets left…

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