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Happy 4th of July

My son, Miles, sent me this link.

The new year

Literally nothing has gone according to plan during my holiday break, except for the love shared with my family and friends. I had to throw away Plan H earlier today.

Classes start next week – two sections of Advanced Professional Communications and one of Technical Report Writing (more fun that it sounds). I am looking forward to meeting my new students.

This did my heart good

My partner sent me the link to “The Junky’s Christmas” today. Somehow I had missed this! God bless William Burroughs.

Touring the new hood

I set up my Mastodon account: Before I start posting, I’ll be looking around the place to see how the online culture there operates (back in the Usenet days we called that “lurking”). Staying on Twitter until the last of my friends and faves shut the door behind themselves on the way out. [Revised with new account info. – Dec. 16]

I don’t save the day.

The day saves me.


I rejoice at the news the train from Vancouver, BC to Seattle is set to start running again in September. That train has meant the world to me. It brings me to my loved ones in Washington State and then home again to my beguiling paradise.

Here’s a little piece I wrote on that train ten years ago on my iPhone blog:

A morning Amtrak conversation

Old fellow: “Same person’s been in that bathroom for five minutes!”

His wife: “What makes you think it’s the same person?”

Fellow: “It has to be!”

Wife: “No dear, it doesn’t have to be.”

Me: “How long have you two been married?”

Fellow: “60 years!”

Wife: “50 years, dear.”

Car 6 explodes in laughter. It’s going to be a fine trip to Olympia!

Perfect day otherwise

Me: I think I’ll stroll down to English Bay and walk in the surf this morning, before it gets really hot.

English Bay:

My sentence

The nun died before I could get even.

Break between semesters coming up

Except for a day or two of correspondence, my break starts tomorrow, which means I have four weeks to fill with something besides going to jail. I need to find something more than just playing with a new pair of Nikon binoculars. Ballroom dancing seems to be impossible at present.

November 3, 2020

Pretty sure this date will be the period at the end of a sentence, or the sentence at the beginning of a period.

Happy Canada Day

Design by Kwakwaka’wakw artist J. Curtis Wilson.

Mother’s Day

My son Miles writes:

Happy first Mother’s Day to this amazing woman.

After what turned out to be the scariest day of our lives, Alie and I welcomed Colby Joseph Basil into the world three months earlier than expected on May 1st, 2020. Weighing in at just under two pounds, Colby is as cute as he is tiny and is growing and fighting everyday in his new NICU home. We already love him beyond words.

I could never begin to explain the bravery that this new mom had to display in the midst of incredible uncertainty and fear, and did it all with grace and courage that blew me away. She did it with great physical and emotional strength and she did it with a husband and new father at her side who was both terrified but also in complete awe of her.

This is a picture of Alie going to meet Colby the day after he was born. Less than 24 hours of recovery after emergency surgery, there is a genuine, beautiful smile behind that mask. In a world packed with anxiety, this mom is once again fearless, positive, and nurturing, and is ready to meet her new baby boy.

Colby is the luckiest boy on the planet to call you mom. Happy Mother’s Day!

I am truly blessed to be in all of their lives.

Morning walk

Lost Lagoon.

It’s easier to physically distance oneself from others in the mornings and in Stanley Park, but the place is still busy.

I’m blessed to be living in this paradise.

7 pm

Merry Christmas!

Vancouver Christmases past.

Simplicity is beautiful

h/t DE

No more liquor store


Two thoughts on 2017

Contempt – even at its most hateful – is a form of *audacity* – and it can animate the creative imagination as truly as any other form.

That person over there doesn’t need to speak in order to beat you in an argument, only spit. You overvalue nuance and number in your vocabulary.

And one from 2015, apropos:

Liberals loathe the political Right’s hypocrisy and unfairness. Conservatives loathe the Left’s immorality and weakness. The groups’ estimations of their own qualities, though, are less precise.

The question of “hypocrisy” is particularly interesting. La Rochefoucauld noted that “hypocrisy is the respect vice pays to virtue.” One can’t be a hypocrite without recognizing that virtue – that morality – exists. This recognition it itself makes hypocrites superior (in their minds) even to decent, noble liberals who discount “morality” as dogmatic and unrealistic. Think of fundamentalist Christians who think that belief in Jesus is the sole criterion to enter heaven; one’s behaviour is beside the point. So, to the Right hypocrisy is a good thing, though they don’t say so.

Father’s Day

I’ve been a lucky Dad.

I have enjoyed being a Dad

Miles Basil and me, 28 or so years ago.

photo by m/h