clinging to the wreckage

  For those who think that the renaming of a lake is some form of victory over a country or a modern people, it demonstrates a true lack of culture, a lack of education, a lack of history knowledge, and a lack of compassion in general. Not only has Lake Ontario been known as that since at least 1639, before Canada or the USA existed, its name is derived from the Iroquoian word Kaniatarí:io or Oniatarí:io meaning "lake of shining waters" or "beautiful lake". The story of Lake Ontario is, at its core, a story about language, land, and continuity. The lake’s name is one of the oldest recorded Indigenous place‑names in North America, named by the Wendat people, and it comes from the Iroquoian linguistic world in which the Wendat lived, a world that long predates both Canada and the United States.   Also, bear in mind that, although the President signed an executive order to change the name in America, a petty act designed to bring about irritation, this order is not...

  Monday morning moves in and, after a sparky flourish, the day settles into one of calm reflection. Sleep was mostly elusive and the night awake was spent listening to, and trying to make sense of, noises that seemed to stem from the apartment below. It’s difficult to describe the sound, something like that of a drawer being opened and closed every few seconds. At other times, it is like a hard ball being rolled up against a wall, as if a cat is playing, but it doesn’t last long enough to be this. Thoughts drift to 7am meetings which ultimately get cancelled. By the time they are cancelled, I have already woken early, showered, and started to work in anticipation.                   The day drifts on and I am a waste of space. Slow, and struggling to concentrate due to the lack of sleep, but also because I am excited about the trip to San Diego next week and, for the first time in months, a change ...

  None of us become famous while we are alive… very few of us become famous after we die. It matters not, just continue to do what you love, even if you can only do it in your spare time. Continue to write, continue to paint, continue to take photos… travel when you can, slow down and see everything aro und you.                     I went to the bar and we all shared songs on the jukebox, had a chat, laughed, and genuinely enjoyed the day. Yes, we are appalled by the renaming of a lake, but we understand that is just a weak leader trying to make a ripple in the water as he slowly drowns. What amazes us is how there are still people who even want that side to win the midterms, or any election, why? What is being offered? Is there anything being said or done or promised that will help the people of America? Is there any policy being promoted to try to win an election? There is nothing There is j...

  It suddenly strikes me… like a slap across the face. Normal reasoning fails because his supporters don’t care about forests, animals, climate, the homeless, the hungry, the poor… they only care about getting rich, and everyone else is lazy… or it is a hoax. Sadly, it’s a worldwide phenomenon. Most people only care about money and looking good. I strive to build wealth, too, and I am actively and aggressively doing so… but that does not mean that I do not contribute to help those in need. People are displaced by war, left unable to work by injury or illness, or simply in the wrong place at the wrong time and it is not ‘laziness’ that means they cannot afford food or even a home. We currently live in a society that treats its members like criminals whilst the real criminals are left to rule as they wish.                   And so a weekend that I was looking forward to starts badly. It begins with t...

  Even on days when you think there is nothing more that can be said or done to drive up your blood pressure, you hear talk of renaming Lake Ontario to Lake America and threats to demolish the JFK Center. Absolute childish nonsense that must be created to annoy people and nothing else because it simply brings no value to anyone anywhere. And, even if you renamed a lake that is half in Canada and half in the USA… why on earth would you choose such an uncreative and unimaginative name as ‘Lake America’? I am honestly stupefied. In ordinary times it would be considered digging one’s own political grave, but when every crime seems to be forgiven and attempts to block legitimate voters and voting methods appear to be encouraged, we have a desperate fight on our hands. It troubles me daily to think where we could have been now under Kamala Harris. We were heading towards such improved global relationships and trade along with progressive thought and support at home… but it’s all been bro...

  A blood red sun rises over the lake as the earth once more starts to shake in fear of the heat that will bake into it again, relentlessly for the innumerable day in a row. The scorched ground is cracked in desert fashion, all is parched. The only thing more parched than the soil is my love life… but that is a story for another day. It’s calm and pleasant in the office, there is some humour and companionship. However, having arrived at 06:30, I left at midday and walked home to work for a couple of hours in peace and quiet. I logged a ticket to ask maintenance not to remove the cat’s bowls… then discovered they had not removed them.                     An eerie sense of positivity has crept in. Actually, that is more dramatic than it sounds, since turning 40, almost thirteen years ago, I have been mostly positive throughout that time. This is simply the result of learning to simplify my life ...