In search of a relatively flat cycling route that would show us an interesting cross-section of Halifax, we found our way to ...

Calvin Trillin, in the introduction to 40 Years of Chez Panisse: The Power of Gathering, by Alice Waters: Although I tend to prefer eating in the upstairs café at Chez Panisse rather than in the ...

I am Peter Rukavina and this is my blog. I am a writer, letterpress printer, and a curious person. To learn more about me, read my /now, look at my bio, listen to audio I’ve posted, read presentations ...

As we turned onto the Hollow Mountain Road this afternoon on our way to the Delaps Cove Trail, we saw a car ahead with its 4-way flashers on. We rolled up to see if they needed help, and discovered a ...

Back in the day, text adventures were games with a natural language interface. Zork (1977) was the first well-known one. This surfaced a long-forgetten memory from when I was a teenager, likely about ...

This ad, in this month’s Rural Delivery, is perfect: it explains the service, it explains why it’s important.

Writing yesterday about being in Lincoln Centre with Salman Rushdie prompted me to recall the other time, the very same week, we ended up in the same room. Catherine was 4 months pregnant when, in the ...

It’s an awfully long time since Upstreet closed, and stopped making their Libra non-alcoholic beer. I spotted this cache in a ...

Tonight it was The Mandalorian and Grogu at King’s Theatre in Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia with young L. Unrelenting creature-vs.-spaceman action, with adorable space-Beanie Baby sidekicks. The 100+ ...

From Eat This Newsletter 305: Hot: It has been a funny week, with temperatures up in brain-scrambling territory. If this issue is late, which it may well be, that’s because I spent yesterday morning ...

As I write, my mother is in the other room on a Zoom call with a group of longtime friends in Ontario. They know each other from a Burlington YMCA morning fitness class; when the pandemic hit, they ...

We started Sunday with an almost-20 km cycle over to Stratford, through Fullerton’s Marsh, Mount Herbert, and back home via Bunbury. Once we got to Mount Herbert things got (mildly) hilly; a gentle ...