Our Dove Day

A total snag in your story, love.
Dial #52 333 555 0000.
Ah, you can’t trick the raven, mon chere! Love you!

Or so it feels.  I have never before been able to talk about recipes and legitimately have my stomach fight with me like a dog barking at the knock on the door.  I am in love with my tongue, and my brain, and my stomach and whatever connects them; making them an animal in seek [...]

this distance bull-roar has not been altogether difficult on us, as we built our relationship on the backbone of a few key principles: we hold close to us the art of conversation and fear not the hefty phone bills which are generally married to them, and nouveau tradition.
november 11th is christmas eve eve when about [...]

oooooooooooOBAMA!
Election is now heating up as we take Ohio and topple other swing states.  Wolf Blitzer appeared as a hologram on CNN and wiki’s are in constant rotation.  People cannot get enough of the news feeds, the twitter streams, and the importance of citizen voices.
If he wins, I think that I’m cool with having kids.
That [...]

I’ve always refuted the idea of ever going into reporting. For as much as I loved the media, I really hated the idea of “throwing” phony pitches from one person to another, laughing at softball jokes on the morning news wondering how many people were cringing and hating me.
I did want to be a [...]

in honor of my favorite, and only tv show, intervention, monday is a day about addiction. being an obamaniac, on each ‘addiction day’, i will showcase a little bit of politics to illustrate my learning curve. off to typical dilatory beginnings, i’m going to focus on what i know best. enjoy…while youtube attempts to [...]

today, dove day took a road trip to whistler. i tried to see the chief in that giant rock in squamish and instead just saw, like i have always seen for the past 30 years, a giant rock in the middle of squamish. i did however see a big jutty on the side [...]

i don’t know if i’ve ever told you this, but i used to get words stuck in my head for days. in toronto, when I was painting my room which took half a week, i blame fumes, i had bryant gumbel stuck in my head. then rick moranis once when i was studying [...]

welcome jbear!
here is the combination of hearting, snaps in hollow rooms, 2 weeks till i see you, and of course, my attempt at keeping us close to each other while so desperately far. here you will find pics, stories of my days, and what i choose to do on our dove days for us. also, [...]