I can't write about celebrities like Anthony Bourdain, whom I didn't particularly admire, with any great degree of underst...

            So much more satisfying than in fast motion.

                      A trip down Market Street, 1906

Oh all right, so I never tried this, but the idea is intriguing. The chicken is seasoned well and bathed in the sweetish juices of the m...

Some videos are just so strange, so out-of-place that I just have to post them. The fact that I CAN post them (a marvel in itself) sort ...

Don't feel like writing today, so I'll post this. Hope you're in a better mood than I am.

It has been a while since I posted about trolls. In fact, I can't remember if I ever pos...

Bosley is the handsome but mysterious hybrid duck we've been following for several years on our walks around Como Lake. He's alm...

My current favorite YouTuber, emmymadeinjapan , gamely tries a lot of very challenging, even impossible-looking recipes (when she's ...

Ruby Keeler was never my favorite 1930s dance star. In fact, I can think of few other dancers who are less nimble on their feet, or less...

The article I have reproduced below came out over a year ago, but I notice the Globe and Mail has let it stand. And that shocks...

When you're on a diet but need cake, watch someone else do this!

Tonight I listened to the Stravinsky Ragtime for the first time in 20 years, and for some reason cracked up laughing for most of ...

This is just another one of those strange things. A while ago I wrote about buying an old hard-cover copy of Colleen McCulloug...