Start of the Iraq War
One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one. Agatha Christie What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the …
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Middle Management
I found out today that I’ve become middle management. I’ve become my own arch-nemesis. Critical Mass has (almost) finished its massive organizational effort. It’s not really a reorganization, per se, but it is a process …
Anniversary of my father's death
Today is the first anniversary of my father’s death. The last time I saw my father was over a year ago. Since then, all I’ve had are pictures and the memory of the sound of his voice. I have no home movies, no audio …
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The Hell of my job
Not that I’m complaining. This week had been a stressful and depressing one. First off was the Technology department meeting for Critical Mass. The company’s been going through a structural overhaul. It’s not the first …
Old friends in Southern Ontario
With Cathy at work, and Craig sleeping for the day (he’s currently working nights), there was little that would cause me to rise early. Well, almost nothing. I had a lunch date to keep. Rising at a reasonable hour, I …
Buying my first new car
I don’t know what it is about this time of year, but I seem to have a penchant for buying expensive things. Last year, I bought a house. This year, I bought my first new car. For those of you now saying: “He bought …
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Starting exercise at the YMCA
A little exercise never killed anyone … but there’s always a first time. This morning, I made my first visit to a gym in about seven years. I know what you’re thinking, and no, it’s not some lame New Year’s …
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Chinese New Year 4700, Space Shuttle Columbia Explosion
The year 4700 on the Chinese calendar got off to a very sombre start. Today is Chinese New Year’s day. Today, I had many things I wanted to do. Most of them were summarily forgotten when, barely a few minutes out of bed, …
Test driving a Mini
Like most people who work the ol’ 9-5 grind, my weekend started just as the whistle blew Friday afternoon. It was time to get my nose off the grindstone and into something far more pleasant. A beer. Not that I want to …
I am unable to speak
It’s the beginning of the year. It’s quiet. I’m (somewhat) relaxed. That’s probably why I’ve got a cold. At least, I think it’s a cold. It doesn’t behave like most rhinovirii I’ve had in the past — no fever, no stuffy …
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