A Clown On Fire
Le Clown
Ablaze
I don’t write much about sex out of respect for my couple. It’s a personal choice. I have avoided writing about sex after kids, sex with toys, sex with myself, and even sex as the colour of my dreams. My sex life is between my wife and me, and the neighbours on the other side … Continue reading
Say We’d Meet…
…outside of the blogosphere, in Montreal at the end of May. You’re in town for the week—we’d catch up over coffee. Friday late morning could work, after I drop my daughter at the daycare. I could meet you at Kokkino Café—I’m in the mood for a cinnamon bun. Let’s say 11-ish. The place isn’t crowded, … Continue reading
Racing Like a Pro
Sometimes you get up and bake a cake or something sometimes you stay in bed sometimes you go la di da di da di da da til your eyes roll back into your head —The National, Racing Like a Pro The depressive episodes were unnoteworthy—she would sit outside on the back porch with her cup … Continue reading
The Mother of All Posts
“I prefer using full sentences with Tiny Geek, so she can form her own words and practice her own sentences. I want to talk to her when she is feeling frustrated, so she can learn to communicate her feelings. I have to remind myself that she is just three, and I want to maintain my … Continue reading
They Will Get You in the End
I say fuck the children. Fuck ‘em. —George Carlin, You Are All Diseased My sister was a tiny weeny little kid when she dressed Wicket, my BFF Ewok figurine, in Cabbage Patch Kids clothes, and lullabied the action figure to sleep with the promises of a dog named Rover. As far as I can remember being violently repelled … Continue reading
USB Port in the Storm
Keen I ain’t about email exchanges, chatting, texting, and the traditional phone conversation. I don’t talk much to the outside world unless it’s through Facebook or WordPress. Or when someone knocks who’s not a bailiff, private investigator, Mormon, or a cloaked figure holding a scythe. It’s not that I am anti-social—I’m the poster child of … Continue reading
Diapers and Brimstone
Our daughter’s real name is Poppy. The critics seem unanimous in their verdict: Poppy as a name sucks choda. “She will be teased as a teenager“. “It’s so… hippyish“. “She’s a heroin addict“. “Why not Apple while you’re at it“? Yet, in my neck of the woods, Rose, Jasmine, Lilly, Daisy, Iris and Violet are all fair game. … Continue reading
The Road So Far
A CLOWN ON FIRE I flipped this shack, and I didn’t have to mortgage my daughter [who recently expressed her desire to cut my eyes...]. I like the new look; it feels… homey. I paced around my neighbourhood, clutching on my laptop, running after passersby, showing them the new template and the new graphics with … Continue reading
Feminist assholes: You’re doing it right
The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off. —Gloria Steinem Please allow me to be vague. I was trolled. It started with an email: You are insensitive and two-faced. The intensity increased with each new message: Integrity is a quality I would seek if I were you. Until the vitriol stopped … Continue reading
Writing the Internet™
You have to describe (and live) the difficult choices. You have to figure out who you will disappoint or offend. Most of all, you have to be clear about what’s important and what you won’t or can’t do. —Seth Godin, Your manifesto, your culture Bloggers, the internet is ours. That moment you’re sitting in front … Continue reading
Internet Famous
Badges of honour
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