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A few days ago I crossed the border with the Heckman’s. Now, we’re in the lovely suburb of Ambler just outside of Philadelphia. I’ve kinda traded one suburb for the other. But Ambler is older and, though most people do drive everywhere, you can walk places.
Too all my peeps in the ‘States, sorry about passing [...]

SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY! TRACTOR PULL. BEEEEEEEEE THERE.
My sister tells this story from her last year of high school: That year, the prom was on the same night as the tractor pull and these choices presented a real dilemma to some. You see, every year the town of Brooklin has a good ol’ country fair. The [...]

I watched a good portion of the PC convention this Saturday. No, I didn’t grab a bag of all-dressed chips and hunker down in front of CPAC for an all day marathon. But whenever I was near a TV, I’d invariably shout, “We gotta find out how David is doing.”
Yes, I have a bit of [...]

Saturday night in Whitby and the I’ve never seen the parking lot at the Blockbuster so packed.
Earlier in the day, Elif suggested that we find at least another friend in town. It makes sense. Someone with a different opinion about the town would be refreshing. Still, this fictitious fourth person, who we now call Ringo, [...]

We went out for Michelle’s birthday. Dinner, drinks and dancing. I wish Caitlin hadn’t told me that Injera tastes and feels like boiled flesh. Her accuracy really affected the meal for me.At the bar they played most of a Can album. How cool is that? On our way to the dance club, we meet this [...]

Ah, life in the Durham region. Where styrofoam houses fill the landscape to the horizon and whose elected officials conduct themselves with the utmost dignity and panache. The Durham region includes the ever-stunted Whitby and its bedroom-community brethren Pickering, Ajax (whose relation to certain heroic Greek warrior is overwhelmingly ironic), Oshawa, Uxbridge, Scugog (the best [...]

Call it making the best of a less than ideal situation. Call it emic anthropology. Call it the search for kicks. We called it, Whitby Night.
On Friday, Caitlin, Michelle and Scott took the GO eastbound. Picked them up at the station, the classic rock radio station blaring.
“I didn’t know [Trooper’s] Raise a Little Hell actually [...]

Well, we are moving up the domain name food-chain. No more .ws. Although, .net doesn’t quite have the same cachet as .ws and I won’t be getting that double-take that comes when I give out the address: “Yeah, that’s ‘ws,’ as in Western Samoa.” But, .net is way cheaper. So, there it is.

Boom, here they are: the digital docs from our wanderings through Korea and Thailand. I know, “It’s about time. It’s not like jet-lag can keep you down that long.’ I think… um… the cold was slowing us down too… er, yeah, that’s it.

After Bangkok, Seoul seems like Geneva. I may have to wear a jacket, but when the guy at the airport says the bus into town is 6000 won, I know everyone else is paying the same price. The food sucks, but I can eat kimchi off of any public washroom floor. There may be motorcycles [...]