The President-Elect of the United States of America is a con artist. People in the news are calling him a “businessman” but most of his business ventures are at least partially fraudulent, and all of his charitable ventures are. He is making foreign policy on Twitter without having any sense of the complexity of the US’s overseas entanglements. He doesn’t know what he doesn’t know and he doesn’t even care.Read More
Imagine this: It’s the mid-90s. Figure skating is in the news all the time. Tara Lipinski and Michelle Kwan are about to make even the skater-haters’ heads swivel with their athleticism and grace. Surya Bonaly has just thrown out all of the rules with her punk rock back flips on ice. Browning, Stojko and Gordeeva are bona fide pop culture presences.
And there is a young 9 year old girl in small town Ontario who is dumbstruck by the sport of figure skating. In her small town, the arena is a way of life. This young girl – in case we aren’t clear, it’s me – is no rosy-cheeked, delicate snow princess. She’s about twice as tall as the other girls. She’s thick and uncomfortable in tight clothing. She is made fun of for her off-brand outfits that aren’t meant for figure skating because figure skating outfits don’t come in long torso, so they give her wedgies.
But MAN did this kid love to skate. Eventually, she coached and competed a little. She could spin and do some jumps. She only broke one leg, one time. She was spending hours a night on the ice. It felt like home. She fell often, and she fell hard. And she bounced back up and kept on rolling most of the time. In this way, she is like most kids.
Kids are durable. They bounce.Read More
Choosing meaningful things to get for meaningful people in your life every year can be very difficult. There is a lot of crap out there. But I have some ideas in the first Gift Guide for Livable Wellness inside.Read More
Winter arrived to Southern Ontario this week - the centre and north got it weeks ago. This one will certainly be one of discontent as we watch institutions of the most powerful country on earth creak under the weight of nepotism and thuggery.
I dropped my wallet in Calcutta. It was returned to me.
I got lost wandering around in Istanbul. Strangers helped me get back to my hotel.
I spent Christmas in 2005 in Patna, Bihar, India, a city known for its violence and poverty. I was welcomed at Midnight Mass, where the congregation sang familiar hymns in the unfamiliar Hindi, and shook hands in peace with those around me.
I was afraid I had an infection in my foot when I lived in Kabul. My boss, an Afghan doctor, and his father and his cousin drove me, in the middle of the night, down a dangerous road, to get to the hospital for assessment.
I had a panic attack while scuba diving in a strong current in the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. A fellow diver, an Indian tourist, stayed with me, helped me resurface and gather the gumption to dive again.
I was accidentally in the wrong region at the wrong time in Assam. The people staying at the ashram with me put me in a jeep and drove me to the capital in the middle of the night. Local unrest hit just as we arrived.
I needed to find an apartment for 6 months when I lived in Vienna. I don't speak German and was having a hard time searching. My Moldovan colleague spent hours of her free time helping me, graciously.Read More
In response to the very respectable person who posted their whining all over Toronto this weekend:
Hey, white person:
- Tired of basic respect for others being called political correctness?
- Wondering why some other white people don’t realize that most countries would benefit from more legitimate multiculturalism?
- Figured out that diversity is good for everyone?
- Sick of being complicit in many of the world’s problems?
- Tired of appropriating other peoples’ heritage?
- Disgusted by the garbage on talk radio?
- Don’t see a safe and liberated future for yourself or your family, as well as everyone else’s family regardless of race, identity or creed?
- Questioning if the economy will collapse if corporations can’t leverage cheap immigrant labour like they’ve become accustomed to over the past 40 years?
The President-Elect of the United States of America is Donald J. Trump. It is not difficult to guess my assessment of his character and record: inadequate, in all domains.
But how did he win?
I don't believe there are enough troubled, self-hating racist misogynists out there to have elected Donald Trump to the Presidency all on their lonesome. I do believe there are enough angry people - many of whom are older, whiter, maler - out there that voted purely from their gut on this one. And I think that is what connects the anti-establishment, older rural, whiter, maler, un-educated people to each other. This is the Trump Coalition.Read More
November is among the coziest months because you feel excited about creating warmth in your life, but the sun still shines a little bit and the snow is novel. Unlike March where the snow has way outstayed its welcome and you can feel the faint sun giggling at you from its tropical vacation. F@#k you, March sun.
Inside: crushes, soups, books and quotes.Read More
Go into yourself and test the deeps in which your life takes rise; at its source you will find the answer to the question whether you must create. Accept it, just as it sounds, without inquiring into it. Perhaps it will turn out that you are called to be an artist. Then take that destiny upon yourself and bear it, its burden and its greatness, without ever asking what recompense might come from outside.
Rainer Maria RilkeRead More
We reached peak Trump Misogyny this week. Nausea. Anger. Fatigue thinking about how many women have to protect themselves every day against this shit. Some stellar responses around the web this week, and I implore you to hear these roars.Read More
It is exhausting to think of every part of life as a competition against yourself. So I don't. I do my best and sometimes that is better than before and sometimes it isn't. It's all ok. This way of being is compatible with being interested in new personal bests, but it demands a shame-free approach to goal setting...and goal smashing.
With that I've launched a small shop devoted to the idea of Doing My Best featuring tees, tanks, totes, posters and mugs. I hope you enjoy.Read More
So why do I think there is a role for analytic calorie tracking when I just said that calorie restriction fails almost 100% of the time?
Because continuing to remind oneself that food is food by virtue of its unique macronutrient composition and caloric value is helpful in remembering that food is not love. Food is not extra time before a deadline. Food is not stress relief. Food does not fix bad relationships. Food does not fix your crappy job.
Food is food and your body needs a certain amount every day. Beyond that, eating is something else: culture, community, numbing, loving, nurturing, staying awake at night to treat people in the emergency room, surviving a natural disaster or just a tonic for mediocrity.
It is ok to remind each other of this without falling in line with the disastrous cult of personal responsibility from which fatphobia and fat-shaming emerged. I think I can be body positive and also calorically-aware. I don't see those as contradictory things which is why I am ok with the idea of a daily calorie bank as long as my sense of self-worth is independent of said bank.Read More
We have an anthem for making great things, a stone fruit cake, and the trouncing of the self-help industry in a few lines.
Also, people are very divided over the serious matter of washing legs.Read More
These brands are all Canadian, except Farmacy which is based in Vermont which is basically Canada, and will be Canada if Trump gets elected in November.
They are all affordable and usually cheaper than synthetic counterparts.
They are easy enough to find.
They smell nice.
They are full of nice things.
I like clean sundries, and I cannot lie.Read More
Sunday listens is a little riff on Sunday reads because I am really into this Junior Classics audiobook right now on The Great Men and Women in the History of Medicine.
On my first day of medical school, the Dean addressed all 203 of us by calling us "the cream of the cream of the cream of the crop." Of over 4000 applicants, we were the lucky minority to gain a seat in a strong class of future doctors.
I have always been critical of this approach to instilling worth into medical students. What we really need to be valued for is our vulnerability, our willingness to be wrong and our resilience in coming back to the table to learn some more the next day.
Hildegard of Bingen shows us why.Read More