Our very own “Rubber Chicken” and friends, battery hens rescued from a cull during the change in ownership of a factory farm. In the US, several workers from poultry and dairy farms have tested positive for H5N1, a type of avian influenza or “bird flu”. Millions of chickens and nearly 100 dairy herds over 48…
The Real Thing
“501s” – our only pants “Back to Basics” is the death of romance Stephin Merritt ’90: Dreaming in Tetris Even before TikTok and Instagram came along, it is not like humanity was free of comparison. Even Betty Rubble probably looked at Wilma Flinstone and thought – “Rock necklace, eh? What an uppity beeyatch!” I was…
Special Valentine’s Dinner for Two
On Valentine’s Day, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (OK, so it was Burns Lake in the year 1989) Valerie and I had our first date in the premiere Chinese restaurant in our small northern town. China Moon, run by the Lam family was in a shuttered “Mr. Mike’s” location in…
Say “Hello” to my Little Friends
It’s hard to imagine the words “cheap”, “accommodations” and “Vancouver” in the same sentence. But in the 1990s when Valerie and I attended university as a young married couple, there were still a few bargains to be had. As we waited for an on-campus space to open up, we searched for a place between Kitsilano…
The Quickest Way to Save the Rainforest, Fix Climate Change, and Help the Animals
The graph below says a lot. We can greatly reduce our environmental footprint if we don’t need pasture and feed crops to produce beef and lamb. If we eliminate dairy it will help even more. Much of that extra land can grow forest and soak up carbon dioxide and support wildlife (there are more domestic…
World Weary
The world has grown weary, and lately I have been feeling weary about the world. A song by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 sprang to mind this morning. My lifelong friend Lasse introduced me to this band at about the time the song came out – way back in 1994. Lasse and I and our…
Adventures in Delinquency (Part 3) – Fight! Fight! Fight!
I certainly wasn’t born a fighter. I have notched up nearly a half-century of conflict avoidance, and counting. However, in my formative years I did have several brushes with the masculine art of fisticuffs. My first pseudo-fight was with a bullying kid. I had complained to my dad that the kid wouldn’t leave me alone….
Adventures in Delinquency (Part 2) – Karma is a Bitch!
My dad is not a violent man, but he did care a lot about my well-being and growing into an upstanding member of society. A child needs lessons about how actions have consequences! You must understand that the years of my childhood were only just removed from the “strap at school” years. One day I…
Adventures in Delinquency (Part 1) – Trouble in the Hen House
My friend Ted is wise beyond his years, even though he is in his eighties. When one of his relations was talking about the bad path her son was on, she told Ted “He is in with a bad crowd.” Ted replied “No, he IS a bad crowd.” Touche, Ted. Who we choose to hang…
One Thin DIME?!!!
Many years ago, when I was just out of university, I found myself back in the big city of Vancouver to jump through some supplemental educational hoops. On the plus side, Valerie was able to join me and we took the opportunity to see the sights. As we walked along the downtown street, we passed…