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Wednesday, January 30, 2002  

The end of days?
I think it was Carl Sagan who once said that human civilization on this planet is like rust on a metal ball, just a fragile residue at the very edge of earth and space. It's an interesting way to think of us -- not the centre of the universe, but an accidental by-product of it.

With this in mind, I'm noticing little things that point to imminent change, if not something more dramatic creeping up on us:

- Yesterday at a busy deli downtown, the cashier gave me my change but handed me an extra 75 cents by accident. He had closed the register drawer by then, so just shrugged and said "close enough".

- Last week I was getting a newspaper from a box by a bus stop. A woman in front of me put in her change to get her paper, then turned to me with the newsbox door held open and said "Go ahead". Everyone knows when you put in your change you can take as many papers as you want, but nobody does. Until now.

- Someone called me a few days ago to ask me if I wanted to pay to have my fax messages, e-mail and office calls directed to my cell phone "for my convenience". Why would anyone pay for that!? That's just what I want: to receive a fax while I'm getting groceries.

Maybe these things don't mean anything on their own. Or, maybe it means our fragile civilization is headed to the dustbin. The resurgence of 80s fashions would be a sure sign of the latter. When I see feathered hair and zippered sleeves, I'm outa here! That makes me wonder: Did anyone in the dying years of the Roman Empire note the decline? They probably didn't have the time to notice either.

posted by Stuart Hickox | 4:52 PM


Tuesday, January 29, 2002  

Digest this.
The April issue of Reader's Digest will include a feature story called Legacy of Angus, detailing the loss of our son Angus, and Jasper's difficult struggle through intensive care. It's my perspective on the period -- a dad's point of view. There is so little information out there for men who are grieving. After Angus died, the hospital social work department gave Suzy a binder of resources. In it was a small three-panel brochure: Dad's are sad too. That was it! I really hope my article will help other men who face the loss of a child.

The folks at Reader's Digest have been incredibly supportive of the article, and have treated us with great sensitivity. Last week we spent a day at home with a photo crew who came to snap some shots to accompany the story. We have also been asked to provide some personal photos to complement the story. The following collection was compiled from our scrapbooks. Jasper has come so far!

>> See the photo album: Jasper Grows.

>> Review the incredible photography portfolio of Pierre St-Jacques.
>> Imagination Photo Services set up the photo shoot.
>> Readers Digest

posted by Stuart Hickox | 2:57 PM


Wednesday, January 23, 2002  

"Ooh, Elmo getting so tired of waiting!"

My private hell. A Sesame Street CD is trapped in Suzy's computer in her office, just outside my door. Elmo, the red furry monster with spindly legs and a "kick me, I'm stupid" lisp, is waiting for me to click on his belly to unleash untold magic spells (and other kiddie horrors). I can't get the CD out, and even the reboot doesn't work. I've decided to wait to see if the programmers slipped in a sequence that kicks in after a long period of inactivity. I figure they knew that if nobody has touched the mouse for half an hour it means there are no adults around. And if the CD is still playing it probably also means the kids are still in the room. So maybe Elmo's real personality and moral lessons begin at this point. Waiting to find out is eery. Elmo is getting desperate. I'm afraid to go back out there.

"Hello? You there? Please, play with Elmo!"

My brother is a big Grover fan. I'll have to check with his new wife Sharon, but I think he still sleeps with a ratty "life-sized" Grover he had as a child (life sized meaning the size of a four year old). Lowell swears that Elmo is the Anti-Christ, or at least the Anti-Grover -- a less sophisticated and dim-witted shadow of his blue-haired hero. It seems that Grover gets less air time now that Elmo's around. Maybe it's a union thing or his wage demands became unrealistic when they made him "Super Grover". So typical. When Jasper was born Lowell made me promise that our house would be an Elmo-free zone, so I'll have to have a talk with Suzy -- after we figure out how to get the CD out.

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>> Lowell and Sharon sent me new photos of their house in Calgary. They put in a new floor in the kitchen, and made some other changes. Click here to see the photos.
>> Review the before-reno photos here.

>> Click here to access the Walden Cabin article archive.

posted by Stuart Hickox | 8:18 PM

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(02.08.2002)
Turning 20 was a gas.

In 1987, Canada mingled in Nice, to mixed effect. >> See the Revealing full photo.
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(01.15.2002)
Digging in. Walden tree day 1995

Chestnuts and crazy volunteers
at the top of the hill.
See the Walden Tree Day Photo Album.

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(01.07.2002)
Jasper: Don't label me.

None required, son.
Critical observations of early '02.

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(11.19.2001)
Walden Cabin 1996
See the photos.

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photos from the hill
Updated - September 12, 2001

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Head for the Hills of
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"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, to front the essential facts of life and to see if I could learn what they had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Walden; Or Life in the Woods

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