• Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events that are apparently causally unrelated or unlikely to occur together by chance but that are observed to occur together in a meaningful manner.  The concept of synchronicity was first described by Swiss psychologist Carl Gustav Jung in the 1920s.  Jung would likely assess the “dead body across the hall” as a triggering event in a series of events that has inevitably resulted in me taking what some might call “rather drastic action”. (more…)
  • I don’t usually pay attention to sports in any way, shape or form but am completely caught up in the frenzy around potential for “bringing back The Jets to Winnipeg”. (That’s NHL hockey for folks like me who might not know this if I didn’t spell it out.) (more…)
  • The “Nightmare on Chester Avenue” netted some informative, supportive and smart-ass responses; along with one from a friend who knows “that smell” from her days in war-torn Nigeria and another whose memory was flashed back 30 years to a childhood experience best shared in his own words:

  • “There is nothing else like the smell of death… I still remember being a young 7-year-old boy in Portugal and the stench when someone a few houses from us committed suicide and wasn’t discovered until a couple of weeks later… it was awful… they used gasoline to get rid of the smell and then they just tore the house down shortly after.”

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  •  Last Saturday, I noticed a wicked smell in the hall outside my apartment; kind of like backed-up sewer.  By the time I came back from shopping it didn’t seem as bad and someone had clearly been spraying air freshener.  I didn’t call the building manager because I figured he was dealing with whatever was happening.  Also, it reminded me of times when I’ve visited friends who are dying of cancer and their hospital rooms or homes take on an inevitable sickness smell.  On the off chance that was the reason, I decided to be respectful. So, I just rolled up a towel along the bottom edge of my door and burned some incense.  The smell never quite went away. It seemed to fluctuate in terms of more or less – unpleasant but not gaggingly disgusting – and there was plenty of spraying going on, so i guessed the old building had a plumbing situation and management was dealing with it. (more…)
  • Example of political standards raised too high:  16 years ago someone got a massage at a clinic and later learned the clinic may have been used for illicit purposes. (more…)
  • On the return trip from California, I chatted with my daughter who said, “Mom, you sound so happy and relaxed!”  My response:  That’s because I’ve just spent more than a month in the company of people who are my own age, unlike the people in my office who, with the exception of two, are young enough to be my children.  (more…)
  •  As the I-10 runs its 29-mile course through the Coachella Valley, the desert looks ….. well, quite deserted. The nine-mile panorama between the edge of the freeway and the San Jacinto Mountains is predominantly sand, rocks, cacti, palm trees and tumbleweeds that occasionally scud across the highway. The intrusions to nature include a row of gigantic billboards promoting everything from Willie Nelson concerts to rehab centres and several high rise casinos that seem to rise up in the middle of nowhere. Splashes of emerald green signal encroaching golf courses.  Because I couldn’t see them, I found it hard to comprehend that the dry and dusty gap between roadway and mountains supports such famously lush cities such as Palm Springs, Palm Desert and the aptly named Rancho Mirage.  Then I exited the freeway into Indio and all was revealed. (more…)
  • If you hear a clicking sound in the distance ….. that will be the sound of my imaginary there’s-no-place-like-home red shoes.  Suffice it to say that my week of doing a whole bunch of everything and a whole lot of nothing in desert passed in a blur and I am now clicking off the klicks on the northbound I-5. (more…)
  • How can it be that three weeks of my five-week vacation have taken their place in history?  They somehow evaporated while I was busy, often with my feet up, chatting with friends or painting or just doing whatever else I darn well pleased!  I also find it hard to believe that more than two years have passed since I zoomed past Indio, westbound on Interstate 10 toward Hemet.  And even harder to believe are some of the huge changes that have been reshaping my life since that day. During that trip six-month adventure and once again, self-reflection and deep-thinking are my travel companions.  (more…)
  • Los Angeles County is the most populous county in the United States. Although well-endowed with freeway miles, it rates as America’s #1 most grid-locked city when measured by a standard of “annual delay per traveller”. Officially, the inbound rush hour runs from 5 a.m. until 10 (sometimes 11) and the traffic flow reverses itself around 2:30 p.m., sometimes lasting until 9 p.m. Wednesday was our day to boldly go where more than 4,423,725 experienced Angelenos go every day: onto the freeway system for the inbound commute. Our destination: CBS studios for a gab-fest talk show (“The Talk”) where fellow-Canadian William Shatner would be featured on the guest couch. (more…)