Narcissistic Shrieks and Baseless "Information"

I boarded the bus to find a Transit Security officer standing next to the driver. I showed my bus pass to the driver and was then stopped by the security officer who wanted to see it too. I guess the driver was blind and unable to see my valid bus pass without the officer’s help. [...]

If there was one thing my neighbourhood wasn’t lacking in when I was growing up it would be trees. Caulfeild is filled with them. Likewise, Caulfeild Elementary School. A lot of the trees have been cleared out now. Other haves been allowed to grow, changing trails that I once knew like the back of m

“What if human sexual desire turns out to be merely an ‘animal’ instinct? That is, what if it’s just a biological urge which [...] fixates itself on certain physical types, shapes, faces, personalities, and out of all that [...] we try to construct ‘meaningful’ relations?” ~ Stan Perksy, Autobiograp

Earlier today, I created a Facebook photo album titled, “The Four ‘Perfect’ Photos”. The album’s description reads: “Is it a bad thing to have found four photographs that come very close to capturing your idea of a perfect life? If I opened my eyes to see this scene, and everything in it, I might ha

I was mistaken for a pimp once. At the suggestion of one of the bar’s employees, I followed through on the transaction. Let’s just say that strip clubs are places where pretty much anything can and will happen. At a time when I lived outside of the Lower Mainland, I spent a lot of time [...]

As a dive through the various notebooks that contain the various scribbles of my life, one fact keeps leaping to the forefront: it is the people in my life, my friends, that have made my life interesting. As impersonal as it can be sometimes, Facebook has really helped to keep in touch with what my

It wasn’t quite the Plains of Abraham, but it happened almost as quickly. I have nothing against French Canadians; I’m not a huge supporter of the FLQ or anything like that, but generally adopt a live and let live attitude when it comes to our Canadien cousins. So I hope the events of this particula

For someone who owns [and uses] a 70yr old typewriter, I have heavily embraced the tech age. I love my toys. If I’m texting, or Tweeting, or Facebooking, or Tumblring, it is still a form of communication, a conversation of sorts. So if you walk over when I’m communing with my Blackberry, I am not [.

I have grown weary of the world at large. I’m  not winning lotteries, getting jobs with Charlie Sheen, or “winning” at the moment. I am, however, inspired. Hence the refit. I figured the best way to find out if anyone was interested in reading the stories that make up my life was to share them. [...