If you were to build a perfect society, how would you build it? What you would include in it would be telling. But perhaps more revealing would be what you might exclude from your perfect world. McGill ethicist Margaret Somerville wrote this week in a Globe and Mail column about a move in Denmark to… Continue reading The mysterious mirror of disability
A few fun photos of things that caught my eye during a recent trip to Seattle (and oddly emblematic of my life). I loved this breathspray I spotted at Pike Place Market - and the best is the line "Succumb to the fantasy!" For anyone who is not Canadian, now you can give yourself over… Continue reading Friday photos
Ever since I briefly lost my memory during a late-night hockey game with friends in my high school years, I've been fascinated with the role and function of memory. In the high school hockey incident, my helmet-less head hit the ice, the lights went out for a minute but my memory was on hiatus for… Continue reading Don’t forget to remember
Spent time last week camping in the mountains with a group of friends. Spectacular time, fine community, gorgeous scenery, and unbelievable bear activity (we basically made our home with 6 Grizzlies. One of our friends saw one of the bears tear through the bushes near the kids play area at the campground, followed by conservation… Continue reading Friday photos
Betty and I recently attended what may turn out to be our last Calgary Folk Music Festival (cue the tears - we are going to miss this fabulous festival). We've been coming for the past thirteen years and leave Prince's Island Park every year with a few magical performances in our heart and a handful… Continue reading Music for the head and the heart
Raspberries, those tart and tender thimbles, are the perfect finger food. God's good guidance in them is child-like simple: sometimes you should play with your food.
One afternoon last week a stunningly gorgeous cumulonimbus cloud was building over Calgary, towering over the downtown towers. The thing was alive - if you stopped long enough to watch it, you could see the cloud tufts grow and move like an organism, or like a floating cauliflower on steroids. It had an eerily nuclear appearance… Continue reading Friday photos
Bedtime reading with our kids is one of my favourite things to do. I love the quiet bodies and whisper breathing of our children as they listen, but also I love getting to read great books (like the great labour relations drama of Click, clack, moo, the wonderfully egalitarian Everyone poops, or anything from the… Continue reading Uncle Andrew and me
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