I'm often mistaken for Italian. Occasionally, Spanish. No one ever thinks I'm French. When I say I am, they cock their head like my dog does when I ask if he wants a baby goat. Eventually they go "huh"... like it's obvious, but they really don't see it. One of the weirdest parts of my … Continue reading I’ve always wanted to tango
In many ways I’m an environmentalist. I hug trees, and I’d hug a harp seal to save it from clubbing, and wrote my law school thesis on the failures of Canadian fisheries policies that led to the collapse of Atlantic cod stocks. But I have my limits. Like I need a shower every morning. I’ll … Continue reading Not the A-Team. Not even the C-Team.