About a year after the wedding, my wife and I moved to a small flat, (apartment, if American). The area of Calcutta known as Lake Gardens sounds delightful. In reality the lake was man made, access to the area was via a congested level crossing of a busy commuter line...Continue reading→
Bric a brac
This page is the dumpster, the cavernous, faceless, identity-less posts that cannot be categorized easily into the other categories. They're not quite Travel, Food or Memoirs. They're not about Writing, they're certainly not Poetry or Fiction. Some are opinions pieces and right before I created this page they were tagged as "Opinion". However, not all of these are strictly opinions. Some are mere observations, others rants.
Anyway, here are all of those tired, unwashed and careworn denizens of this blog. I have to say some of these are not bad posts, it's just that they're like me; hard to define, or one could say, alphabetize, analyze, arrange, assort, brand, break down, catalogue, class, codify, distinguish, docket, file, grade, group, index, label, match, order, organize, peg, pigeonhole, regiment, segregate, sort, systematize, tabulate, tag, ticket, type, typecast. You get the general idea, right?
That's not to say I haven't tried categorising them. Just don't blame me if the category doesn't quite fit the slot..... In other words, I am blameless in this matter.
Hair free summer
Now that summer is well on it’s way, it’s worth noting the Slo-Man’s long standing belief that the human race is well on it’s way to evolving into a hairless androgyne with electronic ears. With the No No sweeping the world it made me wonder: where does one stop? I...Continue reading→
What is or who did?
<This memory was jogged by reading this post> My last school, (I had 3), took inter-school competitions seriously. If it decided to compete in something, team selection was serious business. When I first started there midway through Grade 4, football (soccer, if American), was the game the school took seriously. The...Continue reading→
The Lady and the Fan
Sunday Jul 23rd, 12:30AM EDT: Now at home sipping tea after the longish drive back from Niagara-On-the-Lake for dinner and theatre (or theater, if Murrcan) with the missus. Every time I see or read a play, I’m amazed at the depth of emotion playwrights can evoke in me. Schaffer’s Equus...Continue reading→
A question of space
How big should a space be? How long should a blog post be? And, yes, I know. You were hoping and praying I would continue the cricket post. However, despite never winning the vaguest, tiniest Versatile Blogger award amongst the hundreds that I see being handed out, I plan to...Continue reading→
In which our hero battles the Green Monster
The ceasefire brokered by another Canadian winter has ended, as it does every year, with the sprunging of spring and the rizzing of weeds. Yes, my dears, weeds not grass. Amidst the fruitless application of grass seeds mixed with fresh topsoil and anti-weed spray is the watering. The peculiar shape...Continue reading→
Oh, sister !
All righty then, Rebecca! I must say you have a way with words…. WARNING: IMAGINATIVE AND HITHERTO UNKNOWN (TO ME) OBSCENITY LIES DIRECTLY AHEAD! http://gawker.com/5994974/the-most-deranged-sorority-girl-email-you-will-ever-read I do agree with the young lady on one count: I (too) would rather have 40 girls that are fun, talk to boys, and not...Continue reading→
Critical Fame
With the recent death of a famous critic, the Slo-Man is once again struck by a thought he’s talked about in an earlier post. This is not aimed at anyone in particular, the Slo-Man is conscious that bereavement is never easy for the family and friends. He has no quibble...Continue reading→
Kebabs – Chicken
<I edited this recipe for chicken kebabs to deal with the limes. Check the recipe for italicized text. Where be italics, there be edits. Remember to attach your thank you note when you send me that dollar> If you are only interested in the actual recipe and have no interest...Continue reading→
I can read!
I used to be able to read a newspaper every morning. Well, that died when newspapers could not be bothered to hire real writers that knew how to spell or use grammar and journalists who could report on a story without filling up 90% of their piece with quotes from...Continue reading→
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