Elizabeth Fraser

She sang 4 songs with Massive Attack, and were the best of the night, possibly with the exception of the Bela Lugosi’s Dead cover.

Her voice is still sublime and angelic and lovely. It brought tears to my eyes and gave me chills in all the right ways.


This is the photo I didn’t take of the Owen Sound Ribfest in a parking lot on a grey drizzling day, 6 barbecue companies all with giant displays, all crowing about their first place wins, tables in front of each piled with slightly grubby and worn trophies.

It’s a good life

Two years ago today I had what I thought was a completely disastrous interview. So bad that I sat in my car and cried when it was done.

Here I am today, taking sunrise brewhouse shots, waiting for the day to unfold: people I like to work make it a fun way to spend the work day, home to the yellow house and the man I love more than I thought possible, off to a community fish fry and then to yoga.

Yes, it’s a very good life.


I was distracted by a conversation and so missed the moment when I should have turned off the sour coming into the mash mixer for preheating. Even with the clamps off, there was very little leaking.