Lives in Toronto and, in the summer, a small place out east -- has published a few books. Upon reaching 10,000 tweets he will enter a capsule and depart earth.
As is true of many of my projects, including washing the dishes (so hard to clean that last cup and fork), I didn't make it to the finish line of 10,000 tweets. I'm over at bluesky and instagram as @michaelwinternet
are boxcars interchangeable, like propane tanks? do various companies borrow them from each other? I love, in Toronto, seeing the top of a train slowly chunking past the car wash on Dupont, and catching the faded cream script of a "Southern Pacific" on a dark brown boxcar
a man at the egg fridge opened the lid on a dozen and lifted every egg to check its bottom; I couldn't believe he hadn't seen a more experienced customer reduce this inspection by simply running one's fingers over the tops of the eggs, making sure they all moved in their cradle
tried to watch some conventional TV news about the US election and it was like following a drone flying through the newsroom studio, back to reading...
Took my son to see a specialist, heard the doctor say "goodbye, my dear" to the patient before us. The rest of his intonation was central Canada. Before leaving I asked him about the "my dear". He paused, said he grew up in Ontario and then added, "My wife is from Cape Breton."
neighbour's got zevon's "werewolves of london" on repeat while sitting in his front yard with a sack of candy and a huge air-driven spooky light display, so I'm getting in the same spirit and putting on zevon's "jesus mentioned" #Halloween
sometimes it can take years, but when you finally hit upon the right voice, the right point-of-view, the right timeline and tense structure and pacing, then the story looks simple and easy, a novel that may have only taken you six weeks to write
RIP to Charles the gorilla, who has passed away at Toronto Zoo aged 52.
@michaelwinter34 wrote about lunch with Charles last year for our Food Issue, we hope to have this article online as a tribute to Charles in the coming days.
admiring the red mailbox that's in the post office that looks like an outdoor mailbox but is made of different materials and slightly a different size, like it's pretending to be a mailbox and thought it best to locate itself inside a post office to be more convinving
in my dream of CBC radio I'd have one station where hyperbole is forbidden, the tone of the announcers is almost without a pulse, you could call it loperbole
I don't particularly like cold coffee, but my grandmother did, so occasionally I'll take a sip from a leftover cup just to imagine what it might have been like to have been her
expecting to read how polling has narrowed down the US election to the decisions of a single household with three eligible voters in Clearfield, Pennsylvania