Yah, Its beena while.. what have I been up to? Hmmm.. everything... Working for the film office.. writing a column for artshub about my return to Oz.. bits of directing.. avoiding strange men from country areas with too much time on their hands... playing scrabble by candle light under the stars in my back yard... paying rent, oh.. and I have ( Read more... )

The leaves have been turning their wonderful coulors for weeks... pumpkins, halloween decorations, saturday business of raking leaves and watching the fools with leaf blowers ( Read more... )

You see, it was no easy feat turning 26... especially with the acheivements and landmarks of others sharp in my consciousness... and its this time of year when I become very introspective and analytical about what I have done, what i am yet to do and what I need to do... And I am my own worst critic and very hard on myself... and so I listened to ( Read more... )

Yes the few remaining days of my 25th year dwindle away... and it has been a pretty grand year... lots of adventures and experiences... lots of cake and chai tea... and many "firsts" amongst them ( Read more... )

Nice title, eh ( Read more... )

I couldn't help myself but title this one of my favourite albums of all time ( Read more... )

This time Quebec was raining with a grey slow mist which crept over the laurantians mountains and settled in the city. Quebec city was no less exciting as we walked wet and lazy around the cobbled streets.... this time staying at Laval universite we passed ourselves off as students (which not the best thing to do if a noisy baseball team is ( Read more... )

We arrived in Fredericton NB at about 7:30pm.. not sure what the plan was.. when we left there was talk of heading to a cottage on Grand Lake but things dissolved after a full week of work (and for us: travel)... Lucas (a friedn of Clooneys and trev's) was coming by to pick us up so we could have a party at his house... we went to grab a two-four ( Read more... )

It takes two ferries across a penninsula and an island to get to Brier Island. We finally arrived in the most traditional of fogs: horns sadly humming across the water towards shore... everything in pastle grey colours and the ferry slow and steady. We arrived and went straight along the tiny road to the hostel.. which was new when my lonely planet ( Read more... )

I had been warned a few things about my visit to Aunt June (Ron's youngest Sister) from surrounding family members... warning me about the enthusiastic nature of Al: Junes' husband. The house. Their lifestyle (since June didn't have kids) so I had braced myself for the worst... epecially given my family history (and many of you know what I am ( Read more... )