Security Badge: Don’t clip it to your belt

I undid my belt and my security card slipped off, grazing the urinal. I’m glad it didn’t fall in; but still incredibly gross.

food is more than fuel

This is the beginning of a much larger project for me to extract and record the stories of the lives of my parents:

My parents make food, not just for a living; but for a life. To some people, food is just fuel and they do not see art; but only utility. For my parents, preparing a meal is a method of artistic expression and the only familiar thing they were allowed to bring to a new world; consolation and occupation to fill in the times of isolation in rural Ontario.

The 12:20a Go Bus from Union to Milton…

… it’s not an express.

Want to embarrass yourself in front of a bunch of people you don’t know? Here’s the tip:

No Food in the Data Centre!

This morning, I discovered a garbage can in the wasteland that is the alternate data centre. I am one of two people from the big “M” that have access to that room, because it belongs to a different company called the big “C”.

The garbage was piled like a mountain above the edges of the container, with paper coffee cups from Tim Horton’s and Starbuck’s.