Wrong Question

I imagine a number of savvy Ottawa-based party animals will quickly identify the party. It was an awesome party. I just didn’t get it that day. How things change. So very different from the early days of Bent, when Kev and Sandy and I were rocking out every couple of nights. But, you know what? I’m happier and healthier than I was then. Plus ça change. Paddle your own canoe, folks. – Trevor One-sheets are Trevor’s frequent series of illustrated prose-y poems. You can find plenty more in the category…

Why so little love for the Lumia?

September 5th has come and gone. We’ve seen the announcement of Nokia’s Lumia 820 and 920, how PureView technology doesn’t quite mean what we thought it would mean, and yet there’s a hollow feeling that seems to be pretty common amongst tech writers. With pretty freaking rad devices being announced, why was there so little love for the new Lumias? The problem may have been our expectations. We’ve been trained by Apple’s fantastic keynotes to have a certain level of excitement going into an event, and to watch for the…

Winston

Today’s one-sheet includes a big ol’ shout-out to Greg, the Gritty Gorg. I know that he’s a hell of a commentator on political happenings in this lovable if misguided land (and our lovable if misguided neighbours to the south), and I don’t doubt for a second that he’d make a hell of a statesman if he so desired. When he’s not talking shop about politics, he’s about wit and food and scotch and cigars, and reminds me more than a little of ol’ Winnie from time to time. I know there’s more snark…

On Working

I’m rarely the kind of person who suffers anxiety, but being out of work for a little while was awfully stressful. Fortunately, things are looking up. I’m working again. I’ll be working a variety of jobs, keeping busy, keeping variety in my work life. Eventually, I’ll want something 9-5, something full time, some single thing that’s really, really stable. But that’s not me, not right now. And it took a while to realize that. It sucks to be anxious about money, and I’m glad that that’s coming to an end…

Yellow Computer

  It’s funny. I started reading way early — like, before the age of four — and I had parents who always read to me and read and Mom wrote all the time and my teachers were incredibly supportive of my writing, but for whatever reason, that dumb yellow computer still sticks in my mind as something that really stands out in my development as a writer. It was freedom. The freedom to write, the implicit suggestion to edit that comes with word processing, the ability to share stories with…