A blog full of memories
Seasons: Summer and FallDifficulty: DifficultActivity: Hiking, BackpackingLength: 39 Miles to Log Cabin Day 0: 22 July 2005. Highlights of the day: Whitehorse in the summer. Ride in Dad’s Zodiak up Miles Canyon. Into Whitehorse by 10h00 am. My sibling Redd, my brother-in-law Jim, and I go shopping to get food for this hiking trip. Down …
A Trueman moment is a phrase derived from the movie, The Trueman Show with Jim Carey. The directors would explain any random thing that happened so Trueman wouldn’t catch on to the fact he was living entertainment. A Trueman moment is a moment that you experience but there is no rhyme to reason for it. …
One weekend, we decided to go camping at Salmon Point on Lake Ontario but we arrived at the campsite pretty late. It had also just finished raining. We met our friend Dopey Dave who was already there. A bit soggy–but there. Because of the rain, all of the potential fire wood was wet. Because of …
My license plates arrived in the mail a few weeks ago. Today, I finally opened them and put them on my car. I think this is terribly funny and weirdly appropriate. 867 is the area code for Whitehorse, Yukon AND I work in the telecom industry. I’m so pleased this plate simply arrived in the …
Today is Canada Day. On this day in 1867, 5 colonies confederated to form the Dominion of Canada. One hundred and so-odd years later, here are the most patriotic symbols of our country: The Canadian flag and a beer commercial. I am Canadian! Joe Canadian Also, here is a really good audio file to listen …
Canada Day is July 1st. In celebration, I’ll be posting some blogs dedicated to being Canadian. Today, I’ll introduce some truely Canadian words: Tuque. The woolen cap you wear on your head for most of the year. If you are lucky, and it’s handmade, it will sometimes be decorated with a pom-pom. Hoser. Introduced by …
Today, my colleague found this screen in the user interface that we are documenting. I’m calling it the existential screen. It speaks to me. It says, “I’m here. I’m not really doing anything. I’m a bit confused. I know you’re confused. But, just let me be here. I exist. “
This poem is something from my past. My sister kept a copy. She recently scanned it and sent it to me. My mum is an avid quilter. One sister is a sewer and a knitter. The other does needlepoint and cross-stitches. Needle-less to say–I still twiddle my hair.
I’m inventing new expressions to add some technicolour to my everyday life. I think I will take submissions for this blog entry. That would be funny. Here are a few that immediately come to mind. Korky flapper (noun): A korky flapper is actually the wee flappy bit inside the toilet tank that is connected to …
