Ode to Apple, or How we accomplished potty training…

… I didn’t think Steve Jobs had this particular use in mind when he gave the world the iPad, but I was desperate and I thank him. I am both ecstatic and ashamed at how we managed “potty motivation” but like I said, desperate.

The price of siblings, or Happy Birthday to my sister…

… I know it’s an odd title, hopefully I’ll get to the point somewhere along the way. 

Taking time for granted…

… I find myself guilty of this at times. To be more specific, it’s the act of carrying on about life while taking for granted how quickly time flies and how things change without you even noticing. The notion that my little one is still a baby, and that people will always be there regardless of the passage of time. While it can be a comforting thought, it could not be further from reality.

Question & Answer…

… I learned early in life, I suppose greatly in part to my father, that answers are unimportant in the grand scheme of things. It really is all about the questions. The right questions. I’ve been lucky in my life and work to have seen this demonstrated over and over again. The right question asked at the right time tells you more than the “right” answer ever could.

UPDATE 01 May 20103

I can’t afford therapy in the current economic climate.

So you’re stuck with me,

until my next emotional breakdown in any case.

I’m now going to behave like that chick who fell flat on her face in 5″ heels and her skirt came up over her head, who gets up brushes herself off and carries on as if no one saw a damn thing.

*struts off into the sunset*

House of Mirrors…

.. not quite the carnival variety where each mirror provides a different distortion of reality… well, maybe just like that lol. But I was thinking more the kind you’ve seen in movies where you’re on a landing surrounded by stairs going in all different directions. No matter which set of stairs you take, thinking you’re getting out or making some sort of progress, you always end up right back at that same landing, the same flower pot, the same parking spot, the same view of the familiar outside. Just like deja vu. Kinda feeling like that… probably just need to break a window and climb out at this point. Hopefully it’s not the one with the brick wall behind it, or the prison bars… I should try my luck anyway.

What I really came here to do was to share my new favourite song… I don’t even mind that it’s 8+ mins long… it just works for me…

On the subject of censorship…

… I’ve had a lot of people reach out to me (in the real world, you know? phone calls and that kinda thing) about “going out of business” so I figured this might be the best place to answer some of those questions. note: some. Before I get into that, I must say thank you to all of you. I’m honoured and humbled to have so many of you express concern and support – the majority not having a clue what’s actually going on. Most of the time I write here with the notion that I’m shouting into an empty room. Thank you for letting me know I am not alone.