Author: Mark

Poetry

We Have Warts

We aren’t perfect,too many cold nights.mozzies and humidity,I suspect.We say “Sorry!”far too often IMHO,though unlike our neighbours,when we say it, we mean it!We don’t treat our First Nationswith the ‘Do Unto Others…’ rule,and we did have a head tax,on Chinese workers,and imprisoned Japanese folks,during WW2.But we did invent insulin,poutine and

Geekstuff

Writer’s Pack

I realized that of the mini-apps I have created the ones I use most with writing projects are PyWrite (naturally!) and PUrl for collecting reference URLs, as well as a small utility that I wrote a while back to convert the Manuscript folder into a single EPUB I could edit

Geekstuff

PUrl

A few years ago I was in need of a way to collect and organize the scabillion bookmarks I collect in my wanderings on the web. Being as I had a perfectly good Apache running the simple solution was a webapp with javascript on the front end and php on

Life Recycling

Recycling – Toe To Head

If you know me IRL you will usually see me carrying a shoulder bag or fanny pack, back issues making it impossible for me to sit with a wallet in my hip pocket. A couple weeks back Sam and I made the journey (believe me OCTranspo on the weekend can

Poetry

When It Rains

When it rainsI can smell the grasstall against the salt spray,that clings loving to the logs,tossed on the beachby the southeaster tideflecked white and brown with foambeneath the leaden sky. The desert is an endless beigedrifting like a madwoman between the palmsand the dunes that yesterday were valleys,a grit that