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I’m not sure if David and Goliath were gladiator’s but they might as well have been. If they were boxers, they wouldn’t be matched up because of size advantages. That’s not really a good way to match people up. A little guy who knows karate would probably ruin a big dude who’s got no skills.

» Posted By bryan On 04.25.2012 @ 11:20 am


In the winter I get really chapped lips. It’s terrible. One time in grade nine my lips were so chapped that the red proceeded up my lip towards my nostrils and it burned constantly. That was the year I learned the importance of having a chapstick. Also, I think I’m going to get fired.

» Posted By bryan On 04.24.2012 @ 11:57 am


I’m not really sure what scorn means. It kind of looks like scom, but it sounds like scone. I think it’s negative. It’s funny how someone like me, a writer, who has probably used the word dozens of times has no real idea of what the word actually means. But then again, half the time I’m re-writing ad copy from ad people who have no clue about metaphors.

» Posted By bryan On 04.23.2012 @ 1:55 pm


I have a good pair of sunglasses, they’re prescription Ray-Bans and have served me well. Even if almost everyone in Toronto owns a pair of black Ray-Bans or knock-offs. I’ve got some suave tortoise-shells. The fact is, I need sunglasses, I worked outside for years and it’s important that I cover my eyes when I’m out all day.

» Posted By bryan On 04.18.2012 @ 12:08 pm


She makes earrings with wires and feathers. They’re good, and good enough to sell. When she goes out, the girls at the make-up counter, the waitresses, the flower girls, all fawn over them.

» Posted By bryan On 04.17.2012 @ 11:26 am


There are ants in the office today. They’re crawling all over the desks and chairs. If you look around the room you’re bound to see at least two scurrying across the floor. They’re big ones too. I blame the cleaning staff, personally, as they never empty the trashes on Friday and thus there is tempting treats for ants and bugs.

» Posted By bryan On 04.16.2012 @ 9:52 am


The first thing that comes to mind is that song Shake, Rattle, and Roll, and honestly, I don’t think I know more than the title. It could be by Elvis or Chuck Berry. I know the era it’s from, actually, I don’t really, maybe the 50’s. But that’s about the best I can do with it.

Regardless, I like Chuck Berry better than I like Elvis and some weird Californians I met in Paris would agree.

» Posted By bryan On 04.13.2012 @ 11:41 am


Nourish is really only used when we talk about kids in Africa or plants. Today, I’m stuck dwelling on the former. No matter what, Americans tend to have a rubber glove approach to developing communities. We want to be charitable and love our neighbour, but we don’t really want to touch them too much or help the real locals. Even our rawest contact is controlled.

» Posted By bryan On 04.12.2012 @ 1:52 pm


I dated a girl who said her sister’s nickname was puddle-face. I’m not really sure what it meant. It sounded kind of rude, like her face was dripping and mouldable. She was an eccentric, and not the good kind. She was the kind of crazy that was annoying, but not dangerous.

» Posted By bryan On 04.11.2012 @ 9:20 am


Pins is a word that can be seen from so many different perspectives. It could be pins as in held down. Or pins as in a sewing tool. Or even used in the expression pins and needles. Personally, I like the word better than I like the word needles. I hate needles. Pins, I can handle.

» Posted By bryan On 04.10.2012 @ 8:09 am


I dropped the box into the water. It plopped into the dark water without a splash. I caught a glimpse of it’s silver top, glimmering in the moonlight, before sinking out of view.

» Posted By bryan On 03.30.2012 @ 7:47 am


In Travels With Charley in Search of America, Steinbeck really manages to capture the feeling of being on the open road in the US. From the deserted motels, to the small settlements in the Midwest that are home to some very interesting portraits of American culture.

» Posted By bryan On 03.29.2012 @ 7:58 am


I like that part in Catcher in The Rye when he goes out in the city. It’s been a while since I read it but I feel like there was a drunk telephone booth part. That’s pretty bad-ass if you ask me. Holden was only like 17, and even at that young age, he still managed to get drunk and kill John Lennon. What other 17 year old can say that, I guess Justin Bieber killed the music industry.

» Posted By bryan On 03.28.2012 @ 7:39 am


I’ve been drifting in and out of being genuinely productive recently. Some days, I’m surprising myself with how ambitious I can be, while other days, I can’t seem to spend more than a few minutes away from Youtube or Lifehacker. I want to write, but I’m stressed about not working and that’s become a vicious cycle.

» Posted By bryan On 03.27.2012 @ 9:01 am


Tempers flared in the dying hours of the deadline. There was nothing left to give, nothing to do but wait, and that was likely the most frustrating thing. That with a looming deadline, there was nothing more to do.

» Posted By bryan On 03.26.2012 @ 7:50 am


He put what he could into the trunk. It wasn’t the largest of trunks, but he didn’t have a lot to take with him. In the very back he bolted the safe that would be home to his most valuable possessions: a passport, a laptop, and the majority of the cash that one generally doesn’t want to be seen carrying.

» Posted By bryan On 03.23.2012 @ 9:26 am


That’s what it was I guess, and so she left. Or she figured it could never be. Either way the result was the same. Always a project, always a new horizon. All the world could always be better. She was that person. She was a doctor, a carpenter, a dental hygienist. Oh well. My sink still leaks.

» Posted By Bryan On 03.22.2012 @ 10:07 am

It was fixed. The fight. Dom had put a lot of good money for Bruce Willis to go down in the third round. Of course, that’s from Pulp Fiction and I can’t remember who fixed the fight. Was it Ving Rhames? Probably. Either way, Bruce didn’t do it because he had too much pride. A common and fairly predictable outcome.

» Posted By bryan On 03.22.2012 @ 9:53 am


It was all in the ratings. The show was garbage, but when you plugged in a cast of recognizable faces, it was more than enough to boost ratings. It was community theater, with Shakespearean bawdy jokes, and a laugh track following every line. It was called That Seventies Show.

» Posted By bryan On 03.21.2012 @ 8:45 am


Here they come aprancing. I was little once too you know. Mom had special ideas of what I would be. Concert pianist if I would just practice. Then I found god for a few years and decided to settle in. Then I lost him. Became restless and free.

» Posted By Bryan On 03.20.2012 @ 9:40 am

I hate that show on TLC. Those moms are the worst people in the world. Actually, worse still are those mom’s that have ridiculously expensive parties for their kids, and it’s just a veiled attempt at having their own party. What child wants a disco themed party?

» Posted By bryan On 03.20.2012 @ 7:26 am


There’s a picture in my office of Ryan holding the Olympic Torch. That’s pretty incredible. Not so much that it’s not credible, but that it’s amazing to think stuff like that happens here. Weirder things have happened.

» Posted By bryan On 03.19.2012 @ 7:06 am


We drew with pastel chalk on large sheets of black paper. At first, just scribbling incoherently. Like a sculptor, we were digging out what lay beneath the surface. I drew a giraffe. She, a narwhal.

» Posted By bryan On 03.16.2012 @ 11:55 am


I’m starting to develop a pattern of inconsistencies. Each night, I resolve to stay in and relax but each night find myself out and about until late evening and after nightfall. With a two hour commute it’s difficult to make time for exercise, cooking, and definitely there is no time for relaxing.

» Posted By bryan On 03.15.2012 @ 11:19 am


For the duration of the day, I try to be productive. If I can’t do that, I try to at least look productive. A lot of the time, I just send e-mails to my friends and find out what they’re doing. I also commit a lot of time to reading blogs about productivity but rarely do I find that I’m actually as productive as I’d like.

» Posted By bryan On 03.14.2012 @ 11:18 am


They wouldn’t sign the petition, so the scab workers were forced to start taking double shifts. It was a blow to morale on both sides. The generators plugged away all night while the cries of the strikers died off around 5, only to begin again each day at around 9.

» Posted By bryan On 03.13.2012 @ 11:32 am


I strongly believe that I belong in California. The month that I spent on the road was probably the best month of my life. Each day, crossing foreign landscapes felt like a lifestyle I could keep up. From beach towns in California to infinite stretches of sun faded highways in New Mexico, it never felt like I didn’t belong.

» Posted By bryan On 03.12.2012 @ 11:18 am


Oh, they keep harping about the way I am living my life. Sometimes I feel like if I could just find that pure form of expression, to not fear the mother, or the mother’s sisters… I could leave beneath the cave in Cusco for years. Come out after 5 for the gallery show. Canvases all smeared with my own feces. Opening on Monday.

» Posted By Bryan On 03.12.2012 @ 7:40 am

Recycling is very important. It’s often done wrong. We need to save the resources we have. But we need to do it without ruining the environment in the process. REeusing things locally is the best way to go about this, I believe. Taking back bottles to be transported a

» Posted By Bryan On 03.12.2012 @ 2:17 am


Last week, the creative director of my magazine was fired. It sucks for him, but he wasn’t doing the best work he could. However, I’ve spent the last two days screwing around on the internet, so who’s the real villain?

» Posted By bryan On 03.09.2012 @ 11:25 am

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