This Isn't Fun Anymore

Today, I had to give myself a new rule.  I will stop engaging in political dialogue over Facebook.  I know, this seems like a pretty logical thing to do and not particularly stressful.  Unfortunately, I'm a political addict and Facebook is pretty well my only means of communication with a lot of my friends.  So why cut this activity from my behaviour?  Pretty simple really: it isn't fun anymore.

Ruminations on Rudeness and Grief

According to Starbucks, Autumn has arrived.  While I might dispute their decision on meteorological grounds, I'm actually delighted because I am a fiend for all things Pumpkin.  Pumpkin Pie, Pumpkin Spice Lattés, Roasted Pumpkin Seeds...Ahhh... Glorious.


The other thing I like about Autumn is that sober reflection seems seasonally appropriate.  I can wistfully consider my loves lost or quietly watch the waves roll down the fleuve St-Laurent without seeming hideously out of place.  Today I will kick off the season of sober reflection with a (probably windy) reflection on how our society deals with grief and its accoutrements.

Difficult Admissions in a Time of Uncertainty

Dear Readers,

It is with great regret, and just a hint of hope, that I am forced to make several admissions today.  I know that these admissions may be shocking, and perhaps even offensive to my regular readers (all 5 of you).  Try to contain your gasps and ejaculations of horror until the end.  I will be available for questions.

Admission the First: Bicycle Lanes Are not Evil