Sometimes our lives are marked by events and sometimes events mark our lives. Michael Lebowitz writes about a Thanksgiving memory that has left an indelible footprint on his mind. It was cold. Damn. I had just moved into a new house. Blue walls, Day-Glo mandalas, no legged couches and a general sense of the ending of […]
Archives for October 2011
Science Fiction And Why It’s Great – Part 3
Science inspires sci-fi writers, but what’s really neat is when the favour is returned.
Mindful Community Building
How do we mindfully build communities? How can we shift both physical and social structures in order to live together in a more awakened way?
Homes, Places And Our Sense Of Self
‘You can’t go home again,’ Thomas Wolfe wrote in his famous 1940 novel that carried the phrase as its title. But for writers the greater truth may be that you can never leave home. Or that home never leaves you.
Exiled On Devils Island – For About Two Hours
The eerie dirge of fog horns and optical illusions make George Burden’s visit to a small island off the coast of Nova Scotia much more than your typical picnic site.
Dead Languages: Confined to the Dustbin of History
Julia McLean explores the realm of language survival, loss of culture and how Latin has survived if only by virtue of being part of other languages such as many of the Romance languages.
Training Your Dog – Failing Toward Success
Good training can’t happen without failures but too many can make it frustrating and no fun for either the human or the dog. If failures are going to happen, why not learn from them and use them to make things better? You only fail if you didn’t learn something from the experience.
See The Light
Vincent Ross explores a fascinating window on religious life while visiting the NakSanSa Temple on South Korea’s northeast coast.
Paddling the Shelburne River – Part 1
Didn’t sleep well. Reading last night from Michael Smith’s book, Paddling the Tobeatic, I worked myself into a lather at his strong recommendation to allow eight days for the trip we plan to complete in four and a half. I awoke repeatedly to the lashing rain on my bedroom windows, the trees over the house shaking in the first light. It’s been raining for a week. It’s cold.
Tarmac Meditations #64: Every Footstep Beautiful
A runner discovers beauty in running hard, getting dirty and seeing the sunset
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