Christians can’t drink Starbucks
It was a close call. But fortunately, before I slurped my next Grande Verona I saw the light: emanating, as it was, from the glistening brow of evangelist David...
Category: Humour
Keep the faith—Breakwater to Beacon Hill
Beacon Hill Park, and the beach from Clover Point all along Dallas Road to the breakwater, is where I reconnect when I return to Victoria. Years ago, I knew int...
Zenbooks and the maintenance of quasi-literary art
I have been unable to write for the past week. It’s the loss of routine I blame, the loss of routine that changing tools has dealt me. The change hasnR...
Tim’s at Heart
Yeah, I live fairly close to the hipbone of culture. At least I can feel the haute from here. Not that this has anything to do with what I’m about to tell...