So you may have heard about this neato website called YouTube. Relatively recently, I was made aware of the fact that nestled in among the cute pet videos and AFV-style home movie disasters and questionable pop music videos and viral oddities is some real content. By which I mean, regularly-updated channels supplying shows of a specific kind, i.e. news, or style, or inebriated cooking. And search as I might, I came up with very few book-related channels, in terms of shows that reviewed books or talked about literature.

One of the most frequently viewed book review channels features a young lady who reviews books while stripping. Makes me think of the infamous Lingerie Football League (recently, it was quaintly rebranded the “Legends Football League,” in an attempt to boost its credibility), which we (Winnipeg) narrowly avoided featuring in our very own city. Because the only way women can play pro football is if they do it naked. The main argument for its legitimacy, it seems, is  “hey, ya gotta *burp* start somewhere.”

I digress. You might notice my proclivity for devolving into rants, I’m afraid.

Long story short: I started a book-review-centric youtube channel. There’s only one video up there now, but I’ve got a few more in the works. I actually had a really good time learning the ropes in terms of recording and editing, and i’ll be the first to admit that it’s pretty daunting to watch and listen to yourself like that. There are definitely a few lessons I learned from the first video, and things that I’ll change in subsequent episodes, but I’m also pretty proud of it, so you should give it a go:

If you’ve got a YouTube account, and you enjoy the video, do me a big favour and go “like” it. They tell me that’s important.

Till later!


Welcome to my Blog!

Let’s start things off on the right foot, shall we?


I do feel that I’ve managed to make something I could maybe call my world…over time…little by little. And when I’m inside it, to some extent, I feel kind of relieved. But the very fact I felt I had to make such a world probably means that I’m a weak person, that I bruise easily, don’t you think? And in the eyes of society at large, that world of mine is a puny little thing. It’s like a cardboard house: a puff of wind might carry it off somewhere.


You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.


I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’


The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colours, details and irony.


Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.


I probably should not have done what I did, and yet I believe that it was all I could do.