The definition of pizza

The definition of pizza

This is another slightly revised piece from my halcyon days writing for Food Riot. “The definition of pizza” turned out to be one of my most popular posts there, proving yet again that the internet really digs it when one person tells another person to shut their piehole. ————————————————————————— A friend and I once had … Continue reading

This is my brain on Boris Pasternak

This is my brain on Boris Pasternak

I just finished reading Boris Pasternak’s Doctor Zhivago. Reading it has been the tonic I’d been seeking after that desperate run of post-Mantel mediocrity; I freely admit to having planted many platonic, entirely non-pervy smoochies on the book’s cover and pages as I read. Doctor Zhivago is political and historical; it is exuberant in execution … Continue reading

Real darkness

Real darkness

Last week, I got up early to go for a bicycle ride before heading into work. I tricked myself out in the appropriate number of insulating layers; it’s cold enough now that the wind chill provided by nature combined with the one I create myself can quickly become discouraging. I am generally quite sensible (about … Continue reading

The problem with strategic voting

The problem with strategic voting

Two weeks from today, Toronto will elect a new mayor. The leading candidates appear to be, in alphabetical order, Olivia Chow, Doug Ford, and John Tory. Ari Goldkind appears to be coming in at a distant fourth. I’m using the word “appear” intentionally here. We’re inundated with polls daily; sometimes polls proclaiming quite different results … Continue reading

Walking

Walking

Having fallen and pinched a nerve over five months ago, I’m enjoying an early taste (it tastes bitter) of one aspect of old age, at least as it’s appeared to me: A constant, dragging achiness mixed unwholesomely with chronic poor sleep. This unhappy nerve has made both sitting and laying down truly terrible experiences; I’ve … Continue reading

Sailor Boy Confessions

Sailor Boy Confessions

It’s crazy how life can sometimes be so wretched and so wonderful at the same time. (A deep, clichéd beginning for my triumphant return to blogging, that.) I have a pinched nerve in my back; it’s been 10 weeks; it’s okay except when I’m sitting, trying to sleep, or am conscious for any reason. I … Continue reading