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"Interesting times are here again," is what I was thinking of saying. But then I thought, "Maybe not everyone thinks so." My writing skills certainly could use some panache. The Ontario election has really bummed me out; I was in a funk a for a couple days, musing over the futility of our provincial electoral system, the apathy of the masses, the limp challenges to the Conservatives' frankly absent campaigning. Why should my soul squirm so much? Just another sad little loss in a series of terrible outcomes. I suppose everyone's news diet is sated by the clamour and spectacle going on south of us, a government fire sale that can only end in tears and tear gas, the sputtering final stages of a failed state. It seems every day brings a fresh hell. It was nice to have a winter with real snow, a spotless blanket over everything. I know some people are sick of it but I'll miss its soft stillness when it's gone, an increasingly rare luxury by my numbers. I ...

A few years back I bought a YouTube subscription and it totally transformed my video consumption habits, realizing my fear of spending more time on my phone, something I'd been trying to get a handle of. Which is not to say that I can go back to sitting through commercials, that bane of modern life. Now, instead of listening to podcasts, I listen to YouTube videos, whether in the background of washing dishes or while farming monsters in Path of Exile 2; I'm exposed to more media than ever, for better or worse. My daily journey along the YT algorithm can go to some interesting places, and the other day I encountered one such place:  Why Western Designs Fail in Developing Countries , a video discussing the problems with the OLPC or "One Laptop Per Child" campaign/device, an initiative I myself funded  some seventeen years ago. The "interesting" part to me is having the failure spelled out, precisely and incontrovertibly, a lesson I hope that is heeded by all s...

The end of August saw Sora's fifth birthday party, which we held at Oshawa's Lakeview Park. A lot more kids and parents this time but it mostly went off without a hitch, despite the high wind. It's a nice excuse to see friends, at least. Honestly not much has gone on since I last updated here. I've been using my work holidays, slotting them in here and there to give a respite from the grind of work, and so I've tried a bunch of video games, throwing myself into them. The only one that has stuck so far has been  Kingdom Rush: Frontiers , hitting that sweet spot of ease-of-play and time-per-game. I have been watching a bunch of stuff on Netflix: Blue Eye Samurai (2023): High-tier sword action anime. Highly recommended. 3 Body Problem (2024): Couldn't get past more than a couple episodes as the premise was too difficult to take seriously. Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005): I had missed this when it came out. Really impressed by the characters and story. Finale pays...

And yet life goes on. In June we had a short visit to Montreal, packing in the usual sights and flavours, tempered by the heat and our own waning energy levels. We took great advantage of the hotel's pool, swimming a joy I never tire of, encouraging Sora to get more comfortable in the water. I didn't have much opportunity to pick out my old haunts but I could see that the city has grown since my days there, shimmering halcyon days full of youth and opportunity. Indeed every moment on the streets would bring waves of memories, of friends faded or forgotten, my head lost and spinning and trying to breathe it all in again. Obviously very different now but seeing it anew through Sora's eyes gave some fresh pleasure. We made the trip to the recently updated Biosphere, probably the highlight of the trip, the biomes living up to their names. My heart shatters at the thought of our poor Ontario Science Centre being stripped of its wares, each precious exhibit cast out, the unique, ...

In media people are portrayed as alert and cognizant right up to the moment they pass, able to give a final message to a loved one. Not so with my father, and I feel his death is more typical of the experience — a disinterest in watching or reading anything, increasingly jumbled speech, a loss of any appetite or thirst, just long periods of sleep. Finally a day or more of near-constant sleep, his heart beating slower and slower, until we turned away for a moment and he was gone. Though really he had been dying in varying degrees for weeks, his bodily performance a far cry from even a couple months before. It’s been over a month since the funeral  but the events leading up to it are still fresh in my mind, a history where my dad still lives, still has advice for me, still has smiles for his friends and family. My grief comes and goes, gradually trending to a melancholy, a deep sigh in my day. In truth I have been grieving these past few years as signs of my father’s end would appear...

Hello, my name is Hwan Hong, and I’m Song-ho’s son. I want to thank everyone who came to say goodbye to my father. I know that he would have been very happy to see your faces and pleased to know that there are so many who care about him. I also want to thank my aunt, my sister, my mom, and my wife for helping me write this eulogy. We came to Canada all the way from South Korea 50 years ago, in 1974, just months after my parents were married. Since then, I have come to think of my dad as someone who made time for others, someone who was comfortable working with his hands, and someone who tackled obstacles straight on. My dad valued his friendships a lot and took being a good friend seriously. He would go the extra mile to help a friend; whether it was a golf lesson, a gardening tip, or just cracking a tough Sudoku puzzle, he would find the time. I remember seeing his face light up with that big smile of his whenever he took a call from someone he knew. He loved his friends, and being th...