Warning! This post doesn’t have anything to do with politics. I used to believe in souls. Even after I’d given up on religion and gods, I still told myself that there was some kind of energy field that lived inside our mortal shells. Whether that soul remembered its past lives or not, or whether it

We’re losing the battle of ideas. Oh, and facts. I tell you, those things are strewn across the battlefield. Some are still twitching, but it doesn’t look good for facts. Somebody should really call a medic. I suppose I should start by pointing out that I am a Canadian, living in Canada, so that’s going

“Gentlemen, we can rebuild him. We have the technology. We have the capability to make the world’s first bionic man.“ These words are spoken in the introduction to the TV series, “The Six Million Dollar Man,” back when six million dollars was a lot of money. The show centered on astronaut and test pilot, Steve

If you’ve spent any time on the internet—or better yet, in the world of quotable dead authors—you’ve probably come across this gem: “Everything in human life is really about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.” Brilliant, right? So brilliant, in fact, that it’s often attributed to the ever-witty Oscar Wilde. Or was it one

If I try to trace my roots in Open Source, I’d probably have to go back to my early days in the mid to late 1970s and the time I spent playing with my Commodore PET, then TRS-80 Level II, as well as all those other computers that would follow. Back then, if you wanted

What follows is a story about writing a song. A song about living life as a dog, which you know (at least in this part of the world) isn’t terribly difficult or taxing. 🙂 You know what is hard? Writing music, especially when you don’t know anything about writing music. Or playing it. Oh, I’m

Oh, the humanity… In a brilliantly orchestrated symphony of calamity, our world pirouettes on the brink like a drunken ballerina in a minefield. Climates change more often than a moody teenager’s love interests, with Mother Earth cranking the thermostat like a forgetful grandparent. Meanwhile, politicians bicker with the finesse of toddlers fighting over the last