Infinity in the Palm of My Hand

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

SpaceshipOne Does the Do...

SpaceShipOne Completes Heart Stopping But Successful Flight

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

American Football... an awesome game, as is Golf...and I apologise (to myself and everyone else who has had the misfortune of hearing my comments on these two games) for being an idiot...its taken me quite some time to break out of my ignorance, and embrace their beauty, but I'm glad its happened...

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Remembering Ray Charles...

...and remembering that the biggest of curses can become the greatest of blessings.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Again, from e

Are there any burial services for fallen idols? Russell Smith perpetratedwhat I consider anathema for writers: using "Funnily enough". Eck. Excuse mewhile I retch. If someone you know looks like a funnel, then you could use"She looks funnelly", but in no other context can those (internal) sounds beuttered. From Leah Maclaren, yes. But from a man who has 4 novels and isworking on a history of men's fashion? Whose social commentary reveals exposure to all forms of litery and intellectual tradition?

I don't know whether to consider my overeducated,underdeveloped--and thusPuritan--sensitivity to language suspect (hence the love of puns) or whetherdisjunctive adverbs, such as "unfortunately" or "clearly"--or all adverbs,come to think of it--need more cojones than the double n's in the unutterable "funn---" allow; I imagine a prissy courtier lightly soundingout those poor excuses for syllables, something as powerful as a stone being skipped over rose-scented water in a fountain with Cupid spitting water fromhis lips.

My name is Simplicio and I like my Adverbs rough and ready to fight.

Sunday, September 19, 2004

From e...

During my brisk walk today from Broadway to Hastings on Granville, I wasstranded for a few minutes trying to cross a sliver of the Granville St.Bridge due to oncoming traffic. It had not even begun to thin when aMercedes actually stopped to let me cross. This was not a smart move and,embarrassed for her, I actually used both my arms indicating that the lane was all hers; I certainly did not have the right of way. A taxi drivercouldn't stop honking his horn for fear of making his charge think that itwas not in his best interest to squeeze as much time out of the meter aspossible. The lane was by now backed up and a few people had the wits toturn into the free lane and tried to cut my opportunity short. In that splitsecond in which I made my decision to cross, I looked at the woman behindthe wheel: weathered, late 40's, severe look--not weary or cynical or smuglyignorant but calm, determined and noble, leather gloves grasping the wheel, kids and mother accompanying her in the car--someone who looked like sheknew the rules of the road thank you very much, knew that her action made her a danger to those near her, but nonetheless calculated the impact wouldbe minimal should she let a disaffected, scruffy intellectual get back to his negligible existence just a few minutes ahead of schedule. I hurried across, bowed obsequiously and, like a bad philospher and good poet, pondered what had just happened.

Your gifts were thoughtful, company (and belated messages of racism andadmonishment) unexpected (not Mash) and welcomed (again, not Mash :), andfriendship refreshing. This is hazardous to a culture moving too fast, toounguided, too ungenerous, too insensitive, and only blindly finding thosepockets of peace, playfullness, perversity and pleasure reserved for Jesuitsgetting laid by the American Women's Olympic Volleyball Team in somehigh-altitude, firelit cabin in the Rockies (No, the first sentence does notimply I enjoy what is described in the second in your presence ;). Merci del'arrĂȘt.

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Never thought...

...that I would hear anyone sing Angels worse than Robbie Williams (sing it live, of course, not the thousand-pass digitally edited "singing")...Jessica Simpson (the stupidest Simpson since Homer?) just proved me wrong.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

You gotta vote...

It's like the Stanley Cup Playoffs, but for nerds.

For the system to work, you must vote. If you don't vote, you look stumped. Then you become someone who looks like they were stumped. Then you walk around saying things like "I don't vote because all I'm doing ischoosing the lesser of three evils."

If you are one of those people already who say this, think of this: When it comes to running countries, the lesser of three evils is good.

If the most evil of the three wins, it's bad. And if you don't vote, then you're pro-evil.

So, you must get out to vote. If you don't know where to vote, call a major party. They will send someone in a car to your house to take you tothe polling place. They'll stuff you full of Timbits on the way there.

Remember, there's no law saying that you must vote for the party that sentthe car. So, by all means, if you're going to vote Conservative, call theLiberals, they'll send someone in a car. If you're going to vote Liberal,call the Conservatives, they'll send someone in a car. Or call the Greens, they'll probably send someone on a mountain bike.

But you gotta vote.

- Rick Mercer during the Canadian elections

The Grand Inquisitor

Why I love democracy...

Mr. Goohead

A classic from the morning Humble and Fred show on Mix 99.9 FM (Toronto)

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Is God a Taoist?

Saturday, September 11, 2004


"I give nothing as duties,
What others give as duties,
I give as living impulses,
(Shall I give the heart's action as a duty?)"

- Walt Whitman, "Myself and Mine"

Thursday, September 09, 2004

The problem with being better than everyone else.. that everyone always thinks you're being pretentious.


Thursday, September 02, 2004


Watch it. Unless you hate martial arts. No depth in the script, very contrived, in fact...but oh so beautiful. And the astounding music with Itzhak Perlman on the violin (heh, they call him fiddler in the credits) adds to the allure. And its so much better than the very overrated Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Again, watch it.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

They say money doesn't buy happiness...

...I wouldn't know...I've never had any money...although I do know what doesn't buy happiness...poverty.