I’ve been to some weird concerts in my life, but the cake-topper has to be the 50th anniversary reunion tour performance of the Nihilist Spasm Band.
Tag: Southern Ontario
My Canada, 24/150: The food of love
My mother was an indefatigable worker. She just was never paid for her labours.
My Canada, 21/150: Rough waters on the journey
Some people are polished by adversity, while others are scratched by by it.
My Canada, 20/150: A nation molded by immigrants
Unless you are a member of one of Canada’s aboriginal First Nations, the truth about being Canadian is that you got here because you, or your ancestors, moved here from somewhere else.
My Canada, 16/150: Upon these rocks
Maybe you’ve got a little stash of these too: rocks you’ve collected on your travels, each with a story.
My Canada, 14/150: Cherished chocolate
Cacao trees cannot grow in Canada. However, chocolates made from their fruits proliferate from coast to coast.
My Canada, 13/150: Sticks on feet, poles in hands
I still have those skis – all wood, antique-looking now, the kind of thing hipsters pronounce “authentic.”
My Canada, 12/150: Parka People
Canada doesn’t have an official “costume” the way Germans have lederhosen and dirndl or Scots have kilts. But I’m puttin’ it out there: a parka comes close.
