I very rarely discuss, never mind write about, my dreams. This is due to several reasons. First, I rarely remember my dreams. Second, they typically follow an annoying pattern — I’m in a pleasant situation, but then I have to fulfill some kind of objective that becomes increasingly complicated and the whole thing dissolves into…

On the flight back from Vancouver, I plowed through more of the book and, I guess it’s getting a little better — at least it’s holding my interest a bit. Chapter four was actually about Tolstoy, which of course interested me quite a bit and I’ll return to that shortly. I’m not one of those…

I’ve started reading this book, IN DEFENSE OF LOVE by Ron Rosenbaum. I’m two chapters in, I generally agree with the points the author is trying to make but … I really hate this book. I say that even though I’m supportive of his project and his conclusions. I just find Rosenbaum really irritating. He…

As I prepare to leave Vancouver tomorrow — closing out two complete weeks in Canada — I feel no desire to squeeze every last drop out of this city in the final hours. It struck me yesterday that a big reason why Vancouver has become Hollywood North is that the city is a great mimic….

There’s a quote from my favorite contemporary novelist, Don DeLillo, that bolts out in the middle of his novel WHITE NOISE, seemingly from nowhere. It has become the mantra for my other writing project about A.I. but it applies just as well as a personal vacation ethos.  It goes: May the days be aimless. Let…

My trip to Vancouver is roughly half over now, and so far I’ve equally divided my time into rest and recovery activities I could do anywhere (reading, drinking coffee, going to F45, catching up on my sleep) and things I could only do here (eating lots of fresh seafood, taking long walks through Stanley Park…