Monthly Archives: January 2018

3.14159265389 . . .

Pi.  Wow!  No matter how big a circle is, its diameter goes into its circumference just over 3 times.  3.14159265389 . . .  is more accurate.  That means that if you could bend a circle’s diameter to see how many times it fit into the circle’s circumference, it would always fit just over 3 times.  And the circle’s size does not matter.  Amazing!

“You need to get a life,” some people said when I expressed my amazement about Pi.  Perhaps they are right.  Perhaps I need to get a life.  So, I will look for a life.  And while I am looking for a life, I will keep an eye out for the simple wonders of this world and marvel at them, too.


Everywhere I Look . . .

I was taking my bags out of a grocery cart, at a store, when an old white woman approached me and said, “This explains why I feel superior.  Everywhere I look I see niggers.”  And then she walked away.

I looked around.  I was the only nigger there.  I saw lots of white people, from various backgrounds, and Asians, but no black people.  I was the only jungle bunny, spear-chucker, coon, little black sambo, mau-mau, baboon, ape, monkey, boog, spook, ace, nignog, darkie, gook . . .   (I know, gook doesn’t apply to me, but I claim poetic license because I wanted something that rhymed with spook.)

This old woman looked normal and she sounded normal, too.  But obviously she is missing some pre’s from her judices.

My father raised me to see myself as a human being.  “You’re a human being like everyone else,” he said.  “If you want to see yourself as Canadian or black, then that is secondary.  Think of yourself as a human being first, and see everyone else as a human being first.”

Seeing myself as a human being has given me an inferiority complex.  I look at what my fellow human beings do to each other and the environment and I am ashamed.  Of course human beings do good things, too, but being human means that I only focus on the bad.

That old woman feels superior because everywhere she looks she sees niggers.  And me?  I feel inferior because everywhere I look I see human beings.

On the Cold Snap, Writing and a Funeral


I couldn’t write because it was so cold my pencils froze.  Is that an acceptable excuse?

The good thing about sub-zero temperatures is when the temperature goes up.  Today the temperature went up to just above zero Celsius (32 Fahrenheit).  Wow!  What a heat wave!  Zero Celsius is a heat wave compared to -35 Celsius (-31 Fahrenheit).

During the cold spell, I went to my high-school friend’s funeral.  He had shed his mortal coil before Christmas, but the funeral was not until January 6.

(I have noticed a relationship between death and funerals.  Almost every time someone dies, there is a funeral.  This isn’t a coincidence.)

My friend’s funeral was mostly nice, but the presiding minister ruined the mood by carrying on and on and on.  This is common for religious leaders to use a funeral as an opportunity to preach to the heathen.  Why can’t these religious leaders realize that funerals are about the deceased and not about God?  People come to honor the deceased.  They do not come to hear how great God is, or how they better accept Jesus as their savior or else it’s Hell for Eternity.

My friend was the star of the show with God and Jesus having supporting roles.  But the minister ruined the show by making God and Jesus stars and giving my friend a supporting role.   The funeral was upbeat and moving with several people speaking words from their hearts.  Some read from The Bible.  Amongst the speakers were my friend’s son and daughter who gave a wonderful loving tribute to their father.  What a positive note the funeral would have ended on if it had ended after the son and daughter’s tribute.  Nope.  The minister started preaching about God and Jesus and God and Jesus and God and Jesus blah, blah, blah . . .   She had forgotten that people had come not to be preached at.

And while the minister went on and on and on, I wondered whether my friend was watching from above and thinking, “Is she going to stop soon?”


(I would have posted this blog yesterday, but the Toronto Public Library’s Internet had not thawed out from the cold snap.)