Category: Thoughts, Musings, Stories

  • Elon

    To understand himyou have to go back to those cheap paperbacks with lurid coverswe devouredso many years agoin the Golden Age of Science Fiction. Not SciFi,(cowboys in spacesuitsriding the cosmic range) but SF. AzimovClarkeKornbluthSpeculative FictionWhat if…And so oftenbehind the lurid coverand on those pulpy pagesthere would … Read the rest

  • Why it happened

    Explanations for the Trump catastrophe are sprouting like weeds, all over the internet, in the newspapers I read (Guardian, Times, Washington Post, Hamilton Spectator), on MsNBC, CNN, and random posts on YouTube. I haven’t seen anything convincing. And I think I know why. The real reasons are not speakable among decent liberal people. Here’s what…

  • Getting away with it

    In theatre there is a concept called scene obligatoire. That’s when finally, just towards the climax of the play, the key characters finally meet and have it out. Yesterday and today, in Justice Merchan’s courtroom in New York, was the scene obligatoire we’ve been waiting for: Donald J. Trump and Stormy Daniels in the same…

  • GritLit

    GritLit is the annual Hamilton literary festival. For years I didn’t go, for a number of reasons, but the most compelling one was that I was busy running Artword Artbar. Well, that’s over now, so now I can go. I was impressed. It was consistently really interesting, the authors smart, their answers candid and to…

  • Beautiful Scars at Aquarius

    We parked the car and headed to Theatre Aquarius to see Beautiful Scars, the Tom Wilson musical. A woman passing by stopped to talk. “You’re one of those Theatre Aquarius types.” (I think it was my new hat.) “You’re going to see Tom Wilson.” I said yes. We chatted. “Tom Wilson is the most honest…

  • What colour is your hair?

    Part 1 My mother told me this story. She and I were on a train. I was about 2 years old. We were probably travelling from Sarnia, where my father had a war job of some sort, to Toronto, where my grandmother lived. I was restless and was standing in the aisle. One row up…