Bangkok changed the way I think about cities. In its neon streets, crowded temples, and layered history, I discovered what urban texture truly means—and why some places stay with you long after you leave.
A reflection on my daughter turning 16 and how she continues to grow.
A year of change, road trips, shared meals, and learning to be present. From Yukon highways to meditation cushions, this is what 46 taught me about showing up.
Another year full of challenges, but my daughter survived.
I reflect on walking with children, attention, surfaces, discovery, and how adults often forget to notice where they are.
I respond to the death of facts, truthiness, politics, media framing, baseball numbers, and emotion replacing context.
I consider compliments, dishonest truths, hidden motives, and why believing the light in what people say can still matter.
I revisit Merlin Mann and John Gruber on obsession, voice, credibility, blogging, and why my scattered interests are hard to name.
I explore how people get to know each other online, from search and social history to informal voices in Twitter, podcasts, and blogs.
I think about web decision fatigue, endless online reading, technical rabbit holes, and the difficulty of shutting my curiosity off.
I start the new year quietly, cleaning, reading, thinking about Zen, and trying to become more present with myself and others.
I close the year by wrestling with Newtown, gun politics, information overload, and the need to renew myself with better focus.
I review Skyfall through Adele's theme, Bond action, shadows, silhouettes, Tennyson, and the film's careful use of light.
I mark my 33rd birthday by listing unknowable mysteries, unlearning old habits, and leaving some questions unanswered.
I reflect on breakup memories, Jennifer Thomson, holding onto positives, co-parenting with my ex, and trying to move on cleanly.
I connect Samsung, the iPhone, a ruined fresco, originality, plagiarism, and why transformative art depends on old material.
I write about Paul Carr's We Will Always Have the Flamingo, Las Vegas hotels, NSFW Corp, and his crass, sharp voice.
I recount my first Las Vegas trip as a Canadian, from travel frustration and hotel-industry blinders to culture shock on the Strip.
I rethink RSS feeds, Google Reader, online obligation, and intentional reading after a few offline days in Las Vegas.