…or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Blog.
I registered this domain in 2002, staking out my claim to a corner of the web, worried in the back of my mind that someone else may grab my little dot-com before I could. Little digging is required to …
I don’t know if my father has a ‘Bucket List’ but yesterday was a big day for him as he renewed his wedding vows. It has always been the plan for my parents to renew their vows on their 40th wedding anniversary, on a cruise, with the …
Throw yourself in the road darling - you haven’t got a chance! Withnail
This is my Dad. He’s 71 years old, and it’s Father’s Day 2008 at my sister Pam’s house.
Yes, that’s oxygen you see, and the black strap holds his morphine pump.
My Dad is constantly asking his family not to cry for him. If you haven’t guessed he’s dying.
He probably won’t see …
No chemicals creating an Incredible Hulk a la one of this summers blockbusters, no great fanfare, no trumpets period. It’s time to start to blog.
Jeffrey Zeldman sums up my dilemma best:
Content precedes design. Design in the absence of content is not design, it’s decoration.
I’ve worried over the design …
I’m Canadian, and I can’t vote in the American election. I am also a political junkie and have followed the Democratic race in the U.S. as closely as any American. As an earlier post shows, my choice for the nominee has been Hillary Clinton. The chief reasons for this …
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