Back before life had responsibilities, I did not look forward to autumn because it marked the end of summer. It marked the end of endless days of sunshine, swimming, bike riding, building forts. Family vacations, hanging out with friends, BBQs. Summer was a time of freedom from responsibility, a time for fun, for play. And winter, the time for snow, for hockey and for Christmas. Winter was still so far away. At some point though a change in my mind set occurred. I can’t remember the exact date but I most definitely do remember the catalyst: surfing. Tofino is dubbed Tuff City for many reasons. One […]
When you remove it the turkey will be dead black. You will think, “My God! I have ruined it.” Be calm. Take a tweezer and pry loose the paste coating. It will come off readily. Beneath this burnt, harmless, now worthless shell the bird will be golden and dark brown, succulent, giddy-making with wild aromas, crisp and crunchable and crackling. The meat beneath this crazing panorama of lip-wetting skin will be wet, juice will spurt from it in tiny fountains high as the handle of the fork plunged into it; the meat will be white, crammed with mocking flavor, delirious with things that rush over your palate and are drowned and gone as fast as you can swallow; cut a little of it with a spoon, it will spread on bread as eagerly and readily as soft wurst.
The Kombucha Chronicles – Part One I’ll be the first to admit that I jumped on the Kombucha bandwagon – like most people – quite recently. As it was with my mullet, I was a bit late joining the fad, but my dedication to the art and execution have remained unwavering once becoming hooked. Unlike my mullet however, my partner likes my kombucha and it remains a socially acceptable topic of discussion and display. The Kombucha Chronicles document my exploration into the world of SCOBYs and mothers and probiotics. Comments and suggestions are welcome: the little time I’ve spent brewing and reading about brewing is […]
My Roadtrip from Kelowna, British Columbia to Tofino and back to New Denver. As told by links and narrated by yours truly. Consulting Magicseaweed didn’t leave me in a very optimistic headspace whilst considering the chances for a surf in Tuff City. Nevertheless, the board and gear was packed. Although a rising swell and longer interval looked promising taking the scenic Pacific Marine Circle Route on the return trip, a traffic delay just out of Cathedral Grove crashed that action. Maybe should have tried the new trend in Tofino. Despite the non-surf aspect of the trip, the holiday was thoroughly enjoyable with my two favorite […]
Emotional – the first word that comes to mind as I replay the concert in my head. I teared up before the band was even on stage.
I think I’ll study Git at the terminal level more thoroughly before trying the Windows Desktop interface again.
I am a self professed typophile and as such, a bit of a font squirrel. For every font I want to use in a project , I download more than I need. It’s too easy with so many great sites to browse, each with so many great looking (and some not so great looking) fonts. I have a hard time discarding the ones I acquire and my only justification to my collection is organization. To catalogue my library I use various tools: Implements of organization based on knowledge and classification. In this post, I want to share some of the information I find useful in sorting and classifying my font library.