A mathematical deep-dive into national emblems.
An exciting announcement, on behalf of the Government of Canada. You heard it here first.
Somehow I don’t feel any safer.
I’ve been robbed. Call the police.
Waiting in line at a border crossing, I am reminded of, and inspired by, a classical scene from a classic fantasy novel: The Lord of the Rings.
Razor sharp after a midnight departure from Vancouver and 15 hours in the air, I squint again at Question 9. The series of 11 questions had started with a seemingly innocuous lead-in: “Are you bringing into Australia . . . .” Now what’s in that dot-dot-dot is giving me fits …
As a communicator, my default assumption is that a situation gone bad—whether at home or work—is all about the medium selected, the words chosen, the tone used. But the failure here was not one of communication, but of nerve.
A badly designed medical-information form provokes a rant about being sloppy and some consideration about when being careful really matters. Are you planning to get pregnant in the next three months? I look around. No, it’s just me and the Big Guy in the room, and he’s busy with his …
The little kid within still carries a grudge against a suspicious school nurse from 40 years ago.