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This is disgusting. And it's important you read it. And write to someone about it. I'm going to. Thanks Faith. 9 steps to an eating disorder by age 12

I've been working on writing and editing projects all day today and my brain is slightly fried, although quite happy to be busy. In light of that, I've decided to share this video, as my attempt to try and write something right now would probably come out AS IF NOT LESS coherent than this and plus, I'm not cute and small nor to I have beautiful doe eyes, black curly hair and a girlie bandana ta boot. Enjoy

As I've written here probably about 10 million times, I always feel better after a bit of physical activity. I'm not sure exactly what happens in the brain (okay, I'm not even really certain on a GOOD day what's going on up there) but once I've gotten some good old activity done, I feel ready to take on the world. It's like a filing cabinet appears in my head. A nice, calm, filing cabinet. That opens and closes at appropriate times. That calmly hands me one thought after the next. That allows me to focus, work and move on. Task complete, problem solved, onto the next one. I felt today that I had a lot to get done. And I almost felt that perhaps I should not go for an hour run. But I didn't go yesterday, took a day off, and last night went to bed looking forward to the exercise. I don't think I'm a terribly vain person but it is nice to know that you can fit in your pants properly, if only so that you don't have to go and buy a totally new wardrob

I'm a bit concerned about the way that job hunting now seems to be consumed with technology. Don't get me wrong, I love the job websites just as much as the next guy. And the ability to actually email your resume to someone has always been more advantageous than say, a mass mailout to every company in your preferred industry. But I'm wondering if perhaps some companies have taken things just a bit too far. Every weekday, I wake up, have breakfast, read the paper, head to the computer to 'work'. My day of work consists of research, writing, talking of on the phone. It feels like a full time job. It's very productive, I feel as though I'm really getting myself back to a 9-5 routine, not necessarily a bad thing. I'm reintegrating myself with the Canadian lifestyle, finding out what all the hot buttons are. Wondering if and when the snow will ever go away. This is all good. All productive. All very very hunky dory. What worries me, though, is that all the wo

Today is the first day of spring. I have to say that I think Mother Nature is turning a bit of a corner because although the streets were sheets of ice this morning, it's turning into a glorious day. For years, I've been a fan of Scott Feschuk , dating back to his days at the National Post. Thanks to a link from Dooce, I've just read his latest 'commentary' on the winter we've been having. An Open Letter to Mother Nature Now my sides don't just hurt from all the sit ups I've been doing, they are also in pain because I can't stop picturing Mother Nature's face at being addressed as Dear Bicth. In the wise words of Homer Simpson, it's funny cause it's true. I'm not sure what it's like in Ottawa today but checking the weather outside, I think you finally got her attention Scott.

I've always enjoyed St. Patrick's Day, a day built around the celebration of everything Irish and much like Canada, a good excuse to have a pint or four. This year was quite tame. Although I went to a party on Saturday, I was driving so I didn't drink. I had an early morning meeting today so there was no way I was going to head out to a pub the night before. I find myself, only now, not only reminicing about St. Paddy's Days of years past but also of Belfast and our time there. One of my favourite memories of getting together with two very dear friends, Belfast A and Belfast G, usually on a spur of the moment, for a drink and a gab session. Garrick Bar in Belfast was the perfect wee spot: (photo courtesy of flickr account ) We would tuck ourselves away into one of these corners and next thing you know, it'd be last call. And then we'd all stumble back to our respective homes, perhaps stopping for some chinese or jacket potatoes along the way. It was great to hav

I've had a fairly long love affair with tea. I think it may have reached the same length of time as my love affair with coffee. But I had to part with the black stuff long ago. My nose says yes but my stomach says no. My love of tea great exponentially when I moved to the UK. I mean, come on people, in the Western world, they are THE QUEEN of tea. Just ask their Queen. I know she's having tea all the time. When I moved to Asia, it became greater on a whole other level. I mean, I had read about the benefits of green tea - that it can help reduce your risk of cancer by 70%!!!! - and had dabbled a little bit in the green stuff before I arrived. But South Korea had green tea by the plentiful. Hot green tea. Cold green tea. Instant green tea. It became my companion at work, at home and more importantly, in the sauna. While I sweat out all the junk I was consuming, the green tea was there with me, offering a refreshing coolness as well as a detoxifyer. The relationship just kept grow

I've been doing a lot of writing but not so much here. I've been doing a lot of thinking but not so much expressing. I've been doing a lot of laughing right out loud. I've been doing a lot of visiting. I have actually been DOING a lot, and yet sometimes, it feels like I've not yet done anything at all. And I couldn't feel any better about that.

Dynamic. I'm not sure how anyone can get a job if they are not dynamic. Cause every career website, job posting, corporate section of company websites, wants DYNAMIC people. Are you dynamic? If you are, I'm confident you're employed. If you not, good luck. Might as well head off to remote island, work the land and live out your days a loner. A very un-dynamic loner.

Nuff said.