And end with “Sincerely, A fel­low mem­ber of team lower-unit condo”.

2 years, 7 months ago

More peo­ple need to send me e-mails that start with “Long-time lis­tener, first-time caller”.

2 years, 7 months ago

Absorbing the visual mem­o­ries that are The Brown Bunny. This Vincent Gallo film moves the same way his music does.

2 years, 7 months ago

Iced Bailey’s and I’m feel­ing no pain.

2 years, 7 months ago

Looking for new glasses while I’m in the east end…and wish­ing I had a sec­ond opin­ion to help me out.

2 years, 7 months ago

Where everything ugly in this world is sadly beautiful

Julie face

Thumbnail: right turn
Thumbnail: belt
Thumbnail: Julie profile
Thumbnail: Julie side
Thumbnail: lips

Left turn

Either city mos­qui­toes are tiny, or the pre­scrip­tion Reactine I’ve been tak­ing is working.

2 years, 7 months ago

Totally didn’t expect to dance tonight. Or that I’d have fun doing it.

2 years, 7 months ago

If I buy my nephew an edu­ca­tional toy, does that make me a bor­ing uncle?

2 years, 7 months ago

The per­son who started putting age ranges on kids toys should be given an award.

2 years, 7 months ago

Largo Ma Non Tanto

Show me Bach, she said with her hands.

Show me love, I said with my lips.

So glad that Children of a Lesser God was about the devel­op­ment of a rela­tion­ship, and not about get­ting there.

2 years, 7 months ago

Every day, the news that wakes me up on the radio at 7am is always about ter­ror­ism, democ­racy, or gov­ern­ment pol­icy. It’s so depressing.

2 years, 7 months ago

Just ordered my iPhone 3GS from Rogers with a super sweet Aeroplan pro­mo­tional deal.They’re send­ing it to me so I don’t have to wait in line

2 years, 7 months ago

Photography Road Trip

Rusty car

Thumbnail: Gas tank
Thumbnail: Dusty handprint
Thumbnail: Electrical cabin
Thumbnail: Sam and model
Thumbnail: Wood balcony
Thumbnail: Mail slot
Thumbnail: Model
Thumbnail: R - Y lettering
Thumbnail: Virgin Mary
Thumbnail: Wood lettering

Four of us piled into my car to make a ven­ture out west, in search of ghost towns. Areas that weren’t devel­oped enough for the Canadian rail­way to go through, and the lack of major trans­porta­tion even­tu­ally killed them.

What we found were not-so-abandoned places, black flies bit­ing us all over, and dead ends.

Still, it wasn’t a total loss. There’s some­thing to shoot almost any­where, as long as you can change your per­spec­tive. And rid­ing in a car with three new peo­ple means you get good con­ver­sa­tion, if not good photo opportunities.