Category Archives: Others’ Brilliance

Some days this is exactly how I feel about God

She rushed to him. She felt her heart would burst if she lost a moment. And the next thing she knew was that she was kissing him and putting her arms as far round his neck as she could and burying her face in the beautiful rich silkiness of his mane.

“Aslan, Aslan. Dear Aslan,” sobbed Lucy. “At last.”

The great beast rolled over on his side so that Lucy fell, half sitting and half lying between his front paws. He bent forward and just touched her nose with his tongue. His warm breath came all round her. She gazed up into the large wise face.

“Welcome, child,” he said.

“Aslan,” said Lucy, “you’re bigger.”

“That is because you are older, little one,” answered he.

“Not because you are?”

“I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger.”

(Excerpt from C.S. Lewis’ Prince Caspian)



There’s a haunting line from the movie “Chariots of Fire.” It’s spoken by Ian Charleson, who plays a deeply religious sprinter in the 1924 Olympics. He says: “When I run, I feel His pleasure.”

And as I gave away money, I think I might have felt God’s pleasure. Which is odd. Because I’m agnostic. I don’t know if there’s a God or not, but still I felt some higher sense of purpose. It was like a cozy ember that started at the back of my neck and slowly spread its warmth through my skull. I felt like I was doing something I should have done all my life.

Cool article by A.J. Jacobs on giving.

Collective Soul

Helen and I met in our first year at UBC and we’ve been friends ever since. We share the same [i.e., superior] taste in music, and we’ve made it a bit of a habit to get together whenever Collective Soul is in town. Friday brought them (and us) once more to the Commodore.

Collective Soul is one of those bands that’s been around for a long time, so they are proficient musicians, have fabulous stage presence, and have lost all the pretentious bullshit that so many new bands exhibit. Ed was jumping around the whole time, they played to the crowd, and there was even a moment when I was convinced that we were going to witness a break-dance fight (we got some pointing and prancing instead, as evidenced in the pics below). They clearly enjoy each other and their craft, and they love their fans.

They are the quintessential rock band, and I can’t wait to see them again!

Words, Words, Words

Thinking of throwing my hat in the ring for NaNoWriMo again this year. In 2008 I made it to just under 46,000 before my tendonitis got so bad that I had to accept defeat. This year the problem is that I haven’t thought of anything interesting to write about.


But, while I try to drum up some inspiration, here are a few things I’ve heard recently that have made me stop long enough to scribble them down.

“Stock your mind, stock your mind. You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.” – Frank McCourt

“Where one burns books, one will, in the end, burn people.” – Heinrich Heine

“The skill of writing is to create a context in which other people can think. – Glaser & Way

“We don’t grow into creativity… we get educated out of it.” – Ken Robinson

“A good book is the purest essence of a human soul.” – Thomas Carlyle

I’m sensing a theme…

Trace Bundy

I heart Trace Bundy because he is talented and his music is interesting.

He’s playing this Thursday in Vancouver; details can be found on his website.

In the meantime, here he is playing Metallica’s One on his iPhone. Epic.

A very clever poem…

I have NO idea who wrote this… it was in my grade 12 English notebook, which I discovered under my parents’ powder room sink. If you know, please tell me! I haven’t been able to find it on Google.

The Decemberists

I went with Shannon, together with her friends April and Scott, to see The Decemberists last Tuesday, and I have to say, I like the idea of my first exposure to their new album being a live performance. They spoil me, because for their first set (yep, they played TWO sets), they played The Hazards of Love from start to finish in its entirety.

Took me until approximately 2/3 through the set before I realized that Colin was playing two different characters, but then, I never claimed to be smarter than your average bear.

They were terrific, and I feel like we had the best seats in the house, particularly during their dramatic reenactment of Olaf the Pretty Good of Norway discovering Canada in his quest to win the hand of the fair princess.

(Here, Olaf the Pretty Good discovers Canada)

Speaking of pretty good, the openers were. Pretty good, that is. Check ’em out.