- No muss no fuss
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz…gone! Years of old memories, a tangled mass of chemically tormented dead cellulose, a dry …
- Put me back on my bike
Cycling is dangerous. Being alive is dangerous. Motion comes with risks. If you ride a …
- Unveiling
Back from my dad’s “unveiling” in Toronto – that’s a Jewish thing, a year after …
- The wake of Kenny-La
Kenny was the reddest man I have ever known. Pure fire. A burner, of bridges …
- You Know It When You Blow It
With the end goal of ending suffering (and saving all beings into the bargain), we …
