A Glimmer Of Hope

Yesterday I found an interesting premise over at The Guardian, but I didn’t necessarily think much of the article itself. “Dr Rajendra Pachauri, chair of the United Nations Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change” said that “people should have one meat-free day a week if they want to make a personal and effective sacrifice that would help tackle climate change.” And he went on, thankfully, and said “that people should then go on to reduce their meat consumption even further.” 

I can’t argue with that. IF by eating less meat, he meant, it’s a first step towards reducing ALL meat consumption. The article, of course, was somewhat vague on that point. 

I wonder if the “Vegetarian” Doctor’s diet includes any “milk, butter and cheese?” What are the odds?

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The Shivers

Ever since my accident my “wiring” has been altered from how it was prior to my bump. When use the term “wiring” I’m merely referring to the manner in which my brain communicates with my body. And even more specifically I’m speaking from a physical perspective. In terms of my ability to operate the various parts of my body.

And, yes, I did, for some time, suffer from locked-in syndrome, which insured I couldn’t move voluntarily. But that didn’t mean I was a soft pile of skin and bone. Far from it. I did my fair share of moving, during that time, in the form of spasms. Often it was a reaction to something as non-threatening as a persons touch. It freaked out more than one massage therapist. That’s right, two.

I was a mess. And it hurt. Bad…

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There’s Always Next Year

Yesterday represented my first real “break” in writing on a daily basis. And 6 days short of full month! Aside from that fart, on August the 23rd, I’ve posted every single day since August 12th. Quite a stretch. But with my vacation over, I’m right back at it today.

So my “time off” was spent trekking into the city to attend the 24th Annual Vegetarian Food Fair in Toronto. It’s been quite some time since I’ve actually been to the city, a few years at least, and it felt oddly visceral. It was the same but it wasn’t? 

I have no idea why either… Continue reading There’s Always Next Year

Yet Some More Concerns To Contemplate

This past Monday was Labour Day. A day happily spent sitting in the sun, drinking beers, and watching Freddy carry on as he always does. Running, playing, and being a dog, who seemingly only “cares about not caring.”

That was until he found a random patch of grass that was entirely too attractive for him to leave alone. It consumed his attention, effort, and, for a brief period of time, his whole existence. I’d have given anything to experience that moment where a scent that he managed to stumble upon was all that truly mattered.

Never has an individual so thoroughly earned my admiration… Continue reading Yet Some More Concerns To Contemplate