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Reflections on mortality

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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas wrote those lines in an address - more properly a villanelle - to his dying father, in 1951. I had reason to recall that poem when I visited my father in hospital...



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Sudoku madness

I woke up in the middle of the night with swaths of numbers swirling in my brain like the arms of a spiral galaxy. And at the centre was one integer.

“Eight,” I said aloud and sat upright. The cat tucked against my legs growled his displeasure and moved to the centre of the bed.

“Can’t be eight,” my wife muttered from her...



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Musings on municipal politics

I spent several years in the media pontificating on how to run a community. I critically assessed every decision of council, then handed down my judgment on How Things Should Have Been Done in an editorial or a column.

Like most back-seat drivers, I always found it easier to tell others how to do their jobs, rather than...



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Our past haunts us

There's no place to hide on the Internet.

I was doing a little gratuitous searching for my own name today to find our where it might stand on the ratings and I found a list of computer articles I wrote in the 1980s for Antic (like my...



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Back in the saddle again...

Okay, the Bullet is back home, running and all indications suggest that the problems are solved. The engine wasn't racing as it had been, seems to start fine, and ran about as well as it might be expected to run when I brought it home, Saturday.

I hope to take it for a longer run around the backroads perhaps this week, perhaps...



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Movies and film

Here's another bit of expanded musing I originally posted on Ian Adams' East-end Blog in response to his widening the cultural input from merely books to all forms...

Last movies seen in a theatre: The Emperor's New Clothes, part of the Collingwood Cinema...



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Back in the shop

Went out to get the Bullet Friday, Canada Day. Seemed auspicious to be riding it home on our national holiday.

John had gone through most of the box of parts I had ordered from The US Enfield distributor: a couple of hundred dollars already. He fixed and cleaned the carb, replaced both...



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Bullet Chronicle part 2

Spent four hours yesterday cleaning the bits I could safely get at - drained the carb and removed the bowl to clean it, removed the air filter and cleaned the box, removed the sump/engine air and oil exhaust filter and cleaned it, then tried to remember how it all went back together.

Found a few things not quite right: the intake...



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Bullet Blues

After a year away from the saddle, I bought myself another motorcycle. No, wait, another Enfield Bullet. That's not just another bike.

I had a Bullet 10 years ago. I loved the bike, especially its classic British appearance, but we parted...



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Yard sailing season is upon us

Early this morning, Susan and I went to Thornbury for a big fundraiser-yard sale for the Grey-Bruce Habitat for Humanity group. Normally, I'm not really big on yard (garage or trunk) sales... they're too often just collections of used, unwanted junk. I can go on eBay for that, if I want... but this event promised "a...




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