It’s too early for questions…

As I was walking to work just now, some fellas beckoned me from their car window. “Whalley Ave.?” they shouted, barely slowing long enough for me to respond. But unbeknownst to them, this is a difficult question at the best of times. Whalley is one of those roads that changes names as it winds through ...

Why I need Twitter?

Why I need Twitter?
Every once in awhile, though not often (yet), I feel the power of a microblog calling to me. Today, it was this: This cord was simply hanging down the middle of stairwell from four flights up. No idea why it was there and no one was around to explain it. (Sorry for the bad lighting)