Music is meant to be shared, so Feng introduced me to Crowded House and in turn, we introduced Mark to the band.
Yearly Canadians traditions as well as big and small events in Ottawa and around.
Music is meant to be shared, so Feng introduced me to Crowded House and in turn, we introduced Mark to the band.
I was looking forward to Canada Day 2022—finally something free, fun and pleasantly predictable!
Halloween 2020 was cancelled, so Halloween 2021 mattered a lot.
I rarely know where I’m going with my life or even where I am. But I’ve always known for sure that if I was going to live with someone, it would be Feng.
When you celebrate your 37th birthday during the COVID-19 pandemic...
“I gotta go, I’m in a rush! We’re doing Christmas tonight.”
"But... it's December 12."
Canada’s scariest organization delivered the most terrifying news ever—the Weather Network issued a Special Weather Statement for Halloween.
Two cakes, seven presents, six balloons, two cards, two songs and many pictures later…
This is the time of the year when your food is pumpkin-flavoured, sugary, spooky and scary.
It is a standard Canada Day but to me, it feels special and extra-Canadian. Ten years ago, I was taking the Oath of Citizenship.
The transition, these ten hours spent on a cramped plane, a day of travel in total, was almost too fast. And on top of that, today, I’m apparently turning 36. Crazy world, I’m telling you.
My friend's kid is going as a giraffe. Mark is "Georgie", the first kid murdered by Pennywise the clown in "It". Clearly, I failed at parenting.
What went wrong? The weather, of course.
On the evening of December 23, we drove to downtown Ottawa in a blizzard. Why? Because we’re Canadians and we fucking drive in a blizzard if needed, that’s why.
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The French in me is sneering and scoffing at this very North American sense of moderation and proportion while the Canadian in me find the marketing solutions offered awfully practical.
On Friday night, twelve hours before what had been hyped up as “Canada’s big milestone” in “Ottawa, the place to be,” we had facts but no specific plan.
The plan was to drive to the French Embassy, cast our votes and go home—hopefully the drive there and back plus civic duty would take less than an hour.
“What are you doing?” she inquired.
“Trying to send a fucking email and get through a fucking server who doesn’t accept fucking attachments!” I replied.
We both behaved like proper French and agreed a mistake had been made and it was the government’s fault.
Last weekend, we went to Lansdowne Park to check out the NHL Centennial Fan Arena, “a touring tribute to a century of hockey”—no, it doesn’t get more Canadian than that.