I'm trying to get Sadi to make me a toque. So, in the interest of good karma ( Read more... )

I'm going to be moved up to general assignment reporter for the summer, and I couldn't be more excited.

I'm a bit late on the New Year's post, but here goes anyway ( Read more... )

Sometimes trying to be a great reporter, a decent student, a good friend, a loving boyfriend and a dutiful son stresses me out, and I have to remember that I'm working towards a career I love, school is pretty fun and so are my friends, I have an awesome girlfriend who always makes me feel better and a family that (almost) all live just a train ( Read more... )

It's a Monday night at the office. I'm sitting at my desk editing a story, surrounded by 10 other editors all working hard to get the paper out. This is like most of my Monday nights for the last year and a half, but so much has changed. ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning in the same room I fell asleep in, drunk, four months ago. The sunlight on my face woke me up, rested and sober. Outside, I could hear kids playing in the pool down the street and the old oak trees of Forest Hill rustling. Was I really in Calgary the day before? Was it not long ago I was playing grounders on a hillside ( Read more... )

We had a party at Punxylvania this past weekend that was one of the most fun nights I've had in a while. It involved just 12 people, 99 bottles of beer and about 6 hours of drinking. It started out pretty chill -- we passed around the bottles, sang the song and blasted through the first 50 beers in an hour and a half. Then, someone busted out the ( Read more... )

There's a lull at work. It's that space between making all the calls, and waiting to hear back. I just finished a story, and I'm waiting for a few interviews before plunging into the next one. The last month has been pretty eventful -- Folk Festival and a work-related trip that should yield our major project of the summer ( Read more... )

http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2008/07/31/greyhound-transcanada.html

It’s high summer. The sky is cloudless and dusty, stretching pale blue to the horizon. The concrete and asphalt of the city bake in the midday heat. It’s 30 degrees by mid-morning every day. Everyone overheats, gets lethargic, wants to escape the city, and only a light, dry wind that blows across the plains keeps the air from being stifling. This ( Read more... )