(Excerpted from ‘K444 – Growing Up In The Shadow of a Rusty Boat’) Danny Gallivan: “A scintillating Savardian spinorama!”Announcer” “Danny, there is no such word as scintillating!”Danny Gallivan: “There is now…” November 22nd, 1963 was one of those days – I remember all the hoopla and tears, but a month
Summer Bag – Evolution
Last summer I wrote about making a carry bag for my water bottle, after cracking my kneecap on a swinging bottle while at Mooney’s Bay. The bag sort of worked, my knees escape further contusions, but I noticed I was still having to carry another bag for the essentials like
Sam Bag – Evolution
One of the things I like about recycling / upcyclng discards is the chance to play with ideas. A few months ago I wrote about a messenger style bag I made from a pair of Sam’s toddler pants. Well over the last little while I have been toting it around,
Kan I Get Organized?
I like to think of myself as fairly organized, at least time-management wise. Lately though, I have been finding myself getting less and less organized, a little more likely to listen to Yimago Earth and contemplate the Universe when I should be doing something ‘meaningful’. Maybe it is the cool
Frederick Buechner on Homosexuality
(I don’t often quote other peoples’ opinions on life but in this case this struck me as a very honest way to look at people – ml) ONE OF THE MANY WAYS that we are attracted to each other is sexually. We want to touch and be touched. We want
Komorebi – Japanese for Smell The Coffee
Being a melting pot of languages, English is a language of description – insert Tab B and fold etc. In my ‘word-travels’ I have discovered that other languages seem to concentrate more on the essence of a word than the descriptive nature, leaving the listener to ‘fill in the blanks’,