No. 008

Drove the 2011 VW Jetta back from Tomales Bay yesterday afternoon with the windows down, sun beaming, and my CD of Amy Winehouse's first album, Frank, playing on full. I had spent Saturday night with 11 great friends on a beach in Point Reyes. It was a 2-mile kayak upwind to get to. We played spike ball, …

No. 007

The combination of: a) restless from living in a wealthy introverted suburbia (Palo Alto, CA), and b) uncertainty about the longevity of my time here in the US, had fueled a desire within me to shake things up a bit. I didn't want to return to Canada without having truly lived in San Francisco. I had …

No. 006

Well. That didn't pan out. But I'm back. One my favourite grandfather's sayings is, "a poor excuse is better than no excuse at all." My excuse . . . I was informally diagnosed with PLOBPS, prioritizing life over blog posting syndrome. Which I'll admit is one hell of a poor excuse, but it's truly all I can …