Thursday, September 01, 2016

My son Ian composed and recorded this with his friend Brock Hewitt yesterday. I'm glad I could loan him the car to go to Waterdown where the studio is. It's a damn fine piece of writing. #kudos

Thursday, May 05, 2016

Wednesday, April 06, 2016

What I'm Reading - Feb 2016

Title: The Industries of the Future
Author:  Alec Ross

The book explores how technological developments and global shifts and trends will create our future, whether we like it or not. 

Key idea: "Societies that do not overcome their negative cultural legacies regarding the treatment of women will founder in the next wave of innovation."

1. Here Come The Robots

LIASMA - This is my acronym for LIfe ASsist MAchine. As it turns out, aging populations in many developed countries will not have enough people available to care for them. The answer is already being developed in Japan, where research and development of assistive robots is underway. How do you feel about a robot brushing your mom's teeth, or helping her get out of bed? 

The combination of cultural, demographic, and technological factors means that we will get our first glimpse of a world full of robots in East Asia.

2. Genetics and Genomics: The Future of the Human Machine

Many of the most powerful Chinese leaders believe that genomics is the next trillion-dollar industry, and they are determined to be its leader.

A Mohawk Graduation Recital

Matthew Pullicino, March 14, 2016

Photos: Gillian Bochenek

Sunday, January 24, 2016

For Me, December 2nd is Jay Keddy Day

I drive by Ghost Bike a few times a week. The little white bike stands silently with flowers, photos and notes attached. Cars and trucks rush by. Ghost Bike sits there and calls out to me. I cannot ignore the prompting as it urges me to ponder the meaning of my existence every time I drive by. I am becoming familiar and thankful for Ghost Bike, and at the same time a little bit afraid.

Silent Sentinel

Ghost Bike

Your destiny is to stare me down
To catch my eye and steer my thoughts toward you
As you silently testify
On a narrow gravel strip between
Speeding metal in front, quiet hedgerow behind
A strip too small to call a refuge for the living
Or a safe place for a metallic siren
Such as yourself
Inches from the murderous flow of which I am a part

You are a poignant reminder of life's gamble
"I dare you to try it again," you say.
"I will not so easily be kicked to the sidelines
Made of metal as I am and not flesh and blood,
Nor will I so easily be kicked out of the game
Unlike your precious friend..."

I will remember him.
Innocent, yet kicked out of Life's adventure
In an instant
So rudely and unkindly
So very unexpectedly
So tragically
So violently

We are all left standing in awe
His family, his friends
We circle around your sacred perch
In testimony.

And we feel...

Very helpless
  A little betrayed
    Mostly sad
      Entirely humbled
        Inexplicably angry

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

My Kids in New York City, Times Square

I am so proud to be their dad!
Ian, Olivia, Elinor #bestkidsintheworld

Monday, December 28, 2015

Ontario Twitter Storm Watch

Friday, December 04, 2015

School Community, Teaching Community, and Church Family Mourns the Loss of Jay Keddy

This is Jay Keddy. Last Wednesday, December 2, he was hit by a truck while riding his bike home from work. The accident happened on the Claremont Access. I am humbled and sad. Mystified. Baffled.

Apparently, despite attempts to revive him at the scene, it seems that Jay never recovered consciousness. He must have been thrown from his bike, hit his head really hard, or God forbid he was run over. He may have died instantly. I don't know. Maybe he fell into the path of the truck. Nevertheless it seems like a cruel way for this kind and caring man's life to end: flung to the pavement and left for dead. The driver of the vehicle didn't stop; perhaps was not aware that anything had happened? I don't know. Others showed up and tried to help.

The whole thing just seems like a freak accident. A twist of fate. An uncommon and unjust blip in the universe.

As I get older, I am less surprised by strange turns of events like this. There is less rhyme and reason than we want there to be in the world. The entire creation is an experiment in random expressions of beauty and ugliness, joy and sorrow, order and chaos.

Jay was my teaching colleague at Viscount Montgomery. He was a man whom I would call my friend, with whom I had shared many a conversation, and with whom I shared many values and things in common. Now in glory, whatever that is. He trusted in God, he trusted in the Universe. He has now been swallowed back into creation. I feel the loss.

Jay was 53. Just a year younger than me. A week before this event he sat and dined with Brenda, Ian, Olivia at the HWETL Awards banquet. They were finished their music set, and Jay made sure that they got a table and food and were taken care of.

When my family was on holiday down east, we were touring Louisburg, and lo and behold who should be there on the same day as us: Jay Keddy and his family! We had been inspired to show our kids every corner of Canada, and he shared that same ideal. We always thought that was kind of funny.

Jay had stayed late at Prince of Wales School to watch the school volleyball team and cheer them on. He taught kindergarten there. He was on the road in the dark, simply because he had cared about his school community.

Jay was a man who seemed incapable of having a mean thought or holding a grudge. He was 100% determined to get busy doing good in whatever way he could. He was a man who put actions behind his words, who made things happen, who took the jobs that nobody else wanted. He managed our HWETL Benevolent Fund. He managed the annual awarding of bursaries. He ran for office. He volunteered as a workplace steward. He led committees at his church. There is nobody else that I can think of who represents the idea of "100% all-in."

Jay was a tireless idealist who always had something to say about what we could be doing to improve the situation for someone else. He didn't hold his ideas in, to the point of wearing out the ears of those of us who were less gung-ho about the force of doing good. But nobody ever complained because we knew in our hearts that Jay was a good man through and through.

A man incapable of ill-will or laziness.

Good-bye Jay Keddy. You will be missed for a long, long time.

Sunday, November 01, 2015