Let me be clear about one thing. I am not a “clickbait” person. I am rabid in my skepticism of headlines that seem too good to be true, especially from unknown websites. But this one caught my eye: “Five things I do to run injury-free as I get older,” on The Globe & Mail […]
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This year marks 51 years since the first International Women’s Year and 41 years since the end of the momentous United Nations “Decade For Women.” Luckily, these events were all it took to bring those of us with two X chromosomes on par with those fortunate enough to have a ‘Y’ in the mix. Oh.
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In case you thought that scam artists using AI as their surrogate of choice were relegated to cloned-celebrity endorsements of crypto get-rich-quick schemes or sure-thing investments in nonexistent gold mines, I am pleased to inform you that the bot-jockeys are now targeting writers. Yes, you read this correctly. Writers. Those people who are well-known source
Those of you who know me will know I am a Marriott maven. I regularly amass a bazillion points and have achieved platinum status. Alas, that’s not the top-most tier (you have to stay 75 nights a year to get to titanium and stay 100 nights plus spend at least $25,000 US to reach ambassador),
Just kidding. Never met the guy, although did come within 20 feet of him. This is the account of almost meeting him at an IBM event in 2001, which is in my most recent book (July 2025), If It’s Shreveport, It Must be Tuesday. * * * “Welcome to IBM ASP World 2001,” says the
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My interim snail mail address, until I move to my new urban digs, is a rural mailbox. The kind that sits on top of a pole by the side of the road. It’s shaped kind of like a loaf of bread, has the requisite front door you unlatch to retrieve the mail, and a flag
I cram my red hair into my helmet, heft my bike out the door and down the peeling wooden stairs of a sad porch that leans to the left, then wheel it along the cracked concrete of the front walkway. My route to work takes me due south and downhill on Broadview, west on Queen
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Please suspend your disbelief. Ozzy and I had a very intense relationship in the early 1970s. Or at least, Black Sabbath and I were a thing at the time, although I admit it may have been a little one-sided. Let me tell you the story. In the 1970s in Deep River, Ontario (population barely reaching
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As you may know, I have recently moved. Or I guess, more correctly, I have partially moved because my stuff has not yet settled into its new home because there is not yet a new home. The last time I moved was seven years ago and I had moved four years prior to that, which
I met Dave at my first job at a company called Dataline in 1979, a company I talk about in detail in my second book, How I Invented the Internet. I was in possession of a master’s degree in library science (ink barely dry), hired to be the systems librarian at the computer timesharing company
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