As of yesterday I opted to try a little mobile blogging experiment. The whole typing little mobile blog posts got old after one or two entries and I was left feeling underwhelmed by the desire to patter out micro-statements for that instant-post gratification. In fact it seemed I was posting for the sake [...]

One of the golden rules of parenting: don’t mess with naptime.
And this is why I’m blogging from the car in the parking lot of the grocery store. Any questions?
Brad says: Mmmm… Blackberry Spam.

Tomorrow marks day one of the grand experiment in balancing fatherhood and career. Flex time begins with a mellow start to a series of ‘workless wednesdays’ that will find me telecommuting on vital matters but otherwise spending that day with Claire. Sure there will be minor adjustments to the plan, but for the coming months [...]

The race is on to see if I can write an entire blog post while riding the bus from the Fringe site to Southgate mall. As the bus putters through my old neighborhood I can’t help but wonder how odd it is to be so computationally mobile when only a few years ago, in University, [...]

Karin and I were watching the Olympic ten thousand meter race this morning, and I couldn’t help but think — as the soon-to-be winners sprinted their way to the finish line, legs a blur of surreal strides — that until I get a little more advanced I should probably be using the word “jog” to [...]

Oddly enough I wouldn’t have figured the first call I’d be making on the new phone would be 911. Short story? Walking from my car to the Fringe grounds and “crunch!” Some poor guy on a motorbike is splayed across the intersection, the car that hit him speeding off, and your’s truly among the [...]

No iPhone for me. The new deal is I carry this little mobile and join the rest of you in the twenty-first century. And wouldn’t you know it, but they gave me an unlimited data plan, too. On with the mobile blogging I guess, particularly that I’ll be wandering the Fringe over the coming ten [...]

I’m sitting at Columbia station waiting for the doors to close and the train to start moving.
My hands are raw. We were making leather crafts at cubs tonight, but little kids plus weak hands plus leather punch equals brad.does.most.of.the.work. Blisters abound.
The next station is Renfrew.”
Four bleeding sores later I’m making the hour long [...]