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Redundancy

bt — Wed, 29 Jun 2011 02:31:37 +0000

Organic…dirt. The war is over, and David Suzuki has won.

An Auspicious Day

bt — Thu, 21 Apr 2011 17:49:36 +0000

The first day of the Triduum. The last day of med school. And it’s finally stopped snowing. This is promising.

Rye Haven

bt — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 19:15:23 +0000

CaRMS application fee: $485.77 New suit: $700.00 Hotels: $1123.18 Dry Cleaning: $33.30 Taxis: Don’t even ask. London to Calgary to Edmonton to London to Hamilton to Thunder Bay to Kingston to Halifax to London: $2319.27 “You are matched to: University … Continue reading →

Background

bt — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 23:11:26 +0000

OK, I think this will be it for a while. The header is from Hall’s Harbour, and the background is a couple of miles from Peggy’s Cove. Come spring, I’ll stop pretending to be a bluenose.

Take 1

bt — Sat, 19 Feb 2011 14:17:05 +0000

Here’s the first try. I’ll have to come up with a better header image, for starters. And the pictures are too big. Any other critiques?

Housekeeping

bt — Sat, 19 Feb 2011 13:32:10 +0000

In the next little while, I’ll be trying to bring Ditch Doc’s general appearance into this century. I’ll probably try a few themes for a few days each. Let me know what you think of them. (I know the pictures are off, but they should be fixable. I just don’t want to invenst too much time in it until I’ve picked a theme. Concentrate comments on non-picture matters.)

The Canine Tantalus

bt — Sun, 23 Jan 2011 19:09:40 +0000

Serenity…

Plus Rapacity…

Equals Hilarity

Cody, though an ostensible hunting dog, isn’t great in the water. Here, he’s half wading, half swimming, whining like the damned, afraid to chase the swans beyond where his paws just reach the bottom. The swans are gliding leisurely back and forth just out of reach, glaring and hissing, too proud to retreat any further than necessary. This continued for a good five minutes, and I was almost on the point of wading out to talk some sense into the dog when a big St. Bernard charged the beach. Cody decided that while he couldn’t eat it, at least it would probably play with him, and reluctantly came back to shore, where he was promptly clapped in irons and dragged down the path. From the next bend in the dike, we looked back to see the St. Bernard tearing up the water in pursuit of a stick, apparently oblivious to the prize just off shore. I wonder: were the swans disappointed?

Dress and Bearing

bt — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 02:51:01 +0000

My hope for man is always renewed when I see real farmers in real Western hats. And then they leave them on indoors, and that hope is dashed.

Two Indian Restaurants: Part 1

bt — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 20:30:33 +0000

After a long day in the organic chemistry lab, I hopped off the Edmonton city bus and began the walk back to the hostel with only one thing on my mind: food. I’d barely eaten since breakfast, I was slated to head back to the old culinary desert of Fort Nelson in about 30 hours, and I was going to enjoy a big city cultural treat, dammit. Out of the darkness loomed the K_____ tandoori joint, and my decision was made. I shuffled in, met the host’s inquisitive glance, and guiltily mumbled “Just for one, please.” I was seated at a table elaborately set for two, uncomfortably close to a cheerful double date of middle-managers, there to contemplate the sitar player across from the enormous decorative tandoor in the middle of the floor. Some time had passed when a plate of roti with two sauces appeared, and both water glasses were filled. I leafed through the menu several times over the next half hour, reluctantly assembling a meal woth more than I’d ever spent on myself in one sitting, but none of the waiters hurrying past betrayed any interest in my order. Feeling more and more annoyed and out of place, I shifted awkwardly in my seat, knocking my full water glass straight into my lap. This was the last straw: my hunger had been overcome by the desire to escape. But how? Suddenly it hit me: they were all waiting for my date to show up so we could order together! I began casting worried glances at my watch, then the door. Finally resigning myself to having been stood up, I heaved a sigh, frowned, put on my coat and hoisted my backpack. I munched one more roti, thanked the girl at the door as I sprinted past, and was suddenly back out in the clean cold darkness.

CMAA Sacred Music Colloquium 2009

bt — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 02:26:23 +0000

And here’s how you all should have spent this past week:

Keep an eye on Corpus Christi Watershed, who put together this video. They were taping all week, and I hope they’ll have more to offer soon.