Workshop, v.

Workshop, v.

I accept, sometimes even embrace (e.g., derp, holla, selfie, twerk, nah), the fact that if a language is to survive it must continue to change; I must therefore also accept that some of these changes will not be attractive ones (e.g., irregardless (def: regardless), literally (def: figuratively)). Generally speaking, I am repelled by the “verbification” of nouns: journal, … Continue reading

The beasties’ share

The beasties’ share

There’s a legend about why whisky disappears, in modest little sips, out of the casks it’s stored in. Year after year, benign supernatural beings take their price as the liquid matures, and this is called the angel’s share. As a budding and, so far, in no way successful urban food gardener, I can only conclude that I and … Continue reading

Big city side-eye

Big city side-eye

I remember reading a short story many years ago, written (I think) by Morley Callaghan (most famous for punching Ernest Hemingway’s head), about a professional executioner arriving in a small town hoping to have a “good, neighbourly time” before anyone realizes why he’s there. Having tasted the first delicious drops of local friendliness, the hangman’s … Continue reading

Nice and good things, continued

Nice and good things, continued

A few months ago, I wrote a list of awesome things to counteract the spirits of despair, bad backs, sore necks, and old-person feet. Things are better and worse; but rather than recite another, slightly revised, litany of aches and pains, I’ll skip to my ever-growing List of Nice and Good Things [DRAFT] because: 1. I am … Continue reading

Marvelous apples

Marvelous apples

I’m not generally one for reading in bed, but some books simply can’t be got at any other way. One such book is Gervase Markham’s The Well-Kept Kitchen, which Penguin has so conveniently/irritatingly extracted from the much longer English Housewife. (It doesn’t really suffer for being an excerpt; I just suffer, personally, from revulsion (not … Continue reading

The view from here

The view from here

One of the reasons I left my job when I did was the view. When I started that job in 2013, my desk was on a sunny, top-ish floor that seemed sort of like a comfortable space ship; I had windows at my back and an unrestricted view of a quiet but not empty hall, … Continue reading

I used to be a book reviewer

I used to be a book reviewer

I used to be a book reviewer, sort of. Maybe it would be more accurate to say that for several years in a row, I wrote something about every, or almost every, book I read. My first blog, Bookphilia, was born out of my inability to remember how I’d ever ended up doing a PhD … Continue reading

Spring and summer

Spring and summer

When I was a kid, I longed for summer with the power of a thousand suns. But, as I grew up in Nova Scotia where summer was a buttoned down and utterly un-dramatic affair—I think I recall it getting up to or passing 30C a handful of times; there would be maybe one night a … Continue reading