Hot Yoga, Week 16: Downward Dog

This week, I’m really glad that I joined Gyan Yoga.  Joing Gyan Yoga has been, so far, the top decision of my year, I think.  I feel like an athlete; despite an athletic history of rock climbing and swimming and mountain hiking, I’ve never, ever thought of myself as “an athlete”.  Now, on top of …

The End Of Privacy, or, I For One Welcome Our New Google Overlords!

When I first moved to Toronto, David Samis (yes, the David Samis) invited me to a presentation evening called Trampoline Hall.  Actually, this was before the Internet became huge-huge, and although it was long before YouTube, it was like what you might today call a live, local “TED Talk” on a stage.  The presenter that …

Hot Yoga, Week 2, Part 2

I skipped my usual yoga class today; I felt like I had too much intestinal gas to risk it.  It’s okay if you’re 3 years old, however, I am not. I made it for a 7pm class though, and I have to say, it was my best class ever.  Thanks to all the yoga studios …

Mrs. Gurney, or, My Shame Today

French/francophone language issues pique my personal pro-French interests, so I read this article, and towards the end, found myself stung by this: “I recently asked my wife, fully fluent in French, how she found the Premier’s French. Though she cringed at the accent, she agreed it was sufficient to communicate with a native speaker.” I …

I’ve Made A Huge Mistake, or, Misadventures In Internet Dating

Sometimes in life you really f*** up, and that’s what I did. Probably it can be explained and excused, yet the damage is done and won’t be undone. I really poured effort and time and energy into internet dating, and although it was all a waste, at least I can say that I survived to …