Poems: "Maybe All This" by Wislawa Szymborska (Her poem, "Some Like Poetry"); "This is Just to Say" by William Carlos Williams; "Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town" by e. e. cummings; "To a Sad Daughter" by Michael Ondaatje.
Writers: Michael Ondaatje; Alice Munro; William Saroyan; Anne Michaels, Carol Shields, Irene Nemerovsky; Cormac McCarthy
Poets: Lorna Crozier; Al Purdy; Shakespeare; Michael Ondaatje; Alden Nowlan, Wislawa Szymborska
Foods: Thai, Greek, Chinese, Indian, Anything!
Hobbies: gardening, photography, web design, writing poetry
Activities: walking, Pilates, weight training
Places: Granville Island; Museum of Anthropology (out front by the longhouse!); Gulf Islands; the top of a mountain; Paris in the springtime!
Internet Movie Database
Check the reviews from around the world. I do, especially before heading out to spend12 bucks.
The New York Times
Now free for anyone. Register only the first time. Great for movie reviews.
The New Yorker Magazine
Check the cartoon, ever changing, in the bottom right corner!
A readable online magazine with lots of interesting columnists.
The Weatheroffice: Vancouver Forecast
I love to know the latest weather.
At heart I'm a Vancouverite, but I have prairie blood in me. Because of this, I love the mountains and the great plains equally well. I came to live on the coast in 1963, shortly before John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas. Before that, I lived in a small town in Manitoba, home also of Loreena McKennitt, who sang in the choir with my sister!
At first, I hated it here. It rained so much in the winter of '63 that about all I can remember are rivers of water flooding the streets in the short hours of grey daylight. I looked at the weather statistics for that year and found that it was a record year for rain! In Manitoba, I was used to playing in crisp cold sunlight, tobogganing down the snowy sides of the gravel pit near my house, or gazing in wonder at the icicles hanging from the eves troughs in winter. From a small town, I ended up in Burnaby, and it sure did take some getting used to!
But then again, I did have a wonderful time as a boy. Burnaby had some large areas of untouched forests and, lucky for me, these places were near my new home. I loved to play there. You could find me climbing up the nearest maple tree, chasing frogs in the ponds near my home, or building a new tree fort in some out-of-the-way corner of the forest. If you ride the Skytrain, you can see my boyhood forest on the south side of the train as you leave the Edmonds station. Imagine me there: a tousle-haired boy of 9chasing a tiger swallowtail butterfly with a net made out of a woman's lime green sheer scarf, a coat hanger, and an old broom stick!
I did get bigger and pretty soon I developed that teen-age embarrassment which prevented me enjoying the outdoors for many of those years. What a shame! Sitting in front of the TV too much, even watching Monday Night Football with Howard Cosell, was a common pattern. Later in my high school years, I developed some of my first passion for writing while working on "The Mike" school paper. I even drew editorial cartoons of Richard Nixon!