The book project is eating my brain, so I’m short on time to post of late — precisely as our valiant webmaster Colin offers to post stuff the Canadian news runs that most US media might miss.  So I thank him here for his timing and slack-picking-up-of.  Brilliant.

You can spot Colin’s posts either by noticing his byline or simply reading each entry aloud.  If the letters "ou" sound slightly different, Colin wrote it.

And to any new Canadian readers who wander in from his blog, welcome.  I wish you much full-spectrum light.

The book project is eating my brain, so I’m short on time to post of late — precisely as our valiant webmaster Colin offers to post stuff the Canadian news runs that most US media might miss.  So I thank him here for his timing and slack-picking-up-of.  Brilliant.

You can spot Colin’s posts either by noticing his byline or simply reading each entry aloud.  If the letters "ou" sound slightly different, Colin wrote it.

And to any new Canadian readers who wander in from his blog, welcome.  I wish you much full-spectrum light.

In case you missed it, here’s footage of a pudu-related deer being rescued from an icy doom by force of a helicopter’s wash:

How much do you want to bet that deer was on the very next bus to Florida?

I think this is how teeny Key Deer came into being.  They just got down to the islands, got a little sun, went on a diet, and now they’re tiny.

As am I, with a book to finish, so I’ll be offline for a few.  Have a great weekend!

When I was a kid, I used to look forward to baseball Opening Day every April as if it were the beginning of life itself.

Now it’s the Super 14 rugby season.

Hard to explain, but here’s one of my favorite plays ever, a dramatic and somewhat lunatic attack (beginning with a near-impossible and even foolish pass — which worked!) from a match between the Blues and Crusaders a few years ago.  This beautiful invention came as time was running out, and it was both triggered and finished by my favorite player, a madman named Carlos Spencer, who even has the presence of mind to run out the clock before downing the ball.