Showing posts with label Real Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Real Life. Show all posts

Monday, November 24, 2025

2025 Nov

 


An Old Man Learns a New Trick

My lovely wife cleverly found an opportunity for me to get my hands busy and get out of my own head for a few hours with a fun craft experience; leather craft to be exact. 

Susan Hill is a Six Nations Mohawk woman and veteran leather work artisan who offers course. I took a four hour course on how to make a pair of moccasins. 

The course was hosted by Kat’s Craft Corner to fifteen lovely folks, including me. Susan is a great teacher, and guided us through the intricate and satisfying task of creating something from leather. 

I really enjoyed this opportunity to have fun while learning a new skill and spending time with like-minded people.

It felt very nice to connect with other creative individuals, which allowed me to leave my worries behind for even just four hours.

It felt very nice to connect with other creative individuals, which allowed me to leave my worries behind for even just four hours.

This is just another example of how wonderful my wife is. I’m so glad I picked her.

Nudge. 


Friday, October 3, 2025

2025 Oct


Interstellar Object 3I/Atlas passing through our galaxy in 2025

Interstellar Visitors?

The Internet is a buzz with the news of our third Interstellar visitor, but it’s most likely not an alien spacecraft, just another huge space rock. 

3I/ATLAS is an interstellar asteroid/comet discovered by the Asteroid Terrestrial-impact Last Alert System (ATLAS) station at Río Hurtado, Chile, on 1 July 2025. 

The comet follows an unbound, hyperbolic trajectory past the Sun with a very fast hyperbolic excess velocity of 58 km/s (36 mi/s) relative to the Sun. Astronomers calculate, although it will pass between Earth and Mars, 3I/ATLAS will not pose a threat to Earth. 

This is the third interstellar object confirmed passing through the Solar System, after 1I/ʻOumuamua (discovered in October 2017) and 2I/Borisov (discovered in August 2019),  giving Atlas the prefix "3I".

It would seem that with our recent new and significantly wider view of space, we will undoubtedly spot more and more of these distant space travellers. 

Keep looking up. 
Nudge

October Update: 

Toronto Blue Jays beat the New York Yankees and the went to game seven against the Seattle Mariners. 

Then the Jays took the America League East. Thirty-two years since the last time the Jays won the World Series of Baseball they are in it again!

The LA Dodgers and Toronto Blue Jays battled in what was one of the best and most exciting World Series ever. The Dodgers finally won in a contest that could’ve gone either way. 


Monday, September 8, 2025

2025 Aug-Sep

Professor Humble’s Delusions ©️2025

Do Not Adjust Your Internet Connection, The Professor Is On Hiatus.

Wednesday, March 12, 2025

2025 March

Original poem by Nudge 2025

 Spring Cleaning 

We’ve officially passed the typically worst part of our Canadian winter. This past season has been the hardest in many years. With temperatures rising just above zero feel like summer to us, people in t-shirts and shorts, for real!

Gorgeous blue skies lift my spirits and entice me to get up and at it. Where I once felt heavy, I now have a desire to make something happen. Mrs. Nudge and I dove into a little spring cleaning over the weekend. The strong sunlight through our windows revealed the horror of dust laying over every flat surface; how could we not see it? 

There’s the physical cleansing and then there’s digital cleansing. I make notes and snap photos endlessly, so I eventually need to perform a massive review and delete session. In my most recent session I found the  poem presented above. I completely forgot that I wrote it. It was a pleasant surprise, and I got to recall my visit with my friend.


Until next time. 
Nudge

Friday, February 21, 2025

2025 February

 

I Need Colour!

I woke up early to a pristine think blanket of snow outside. I love this silent looking world outside my window. Then a large plow truck thundered past my driveway. Uugh!

Still, to me winter happily equals no mosquitoes, which is the main reason I don’t hate winter. The main thing I dislike about winter is the days of greyish colourless world. 

I can feel that I’m entering the dreaded S.A.D. segment of winter, which for me is usually from now to mid April. My soul aches for the colourful workd to return.

Monday, January 20, 2025

2025 January

Boston - Don’t Look Back album cover art

Don’t Look Back 

Don’t Look Back, the title of one the best rock albums ever made, is also very good advice. The band Oasis sang, “Don’t look back in anger ”, which is probably better advice. So in the tradition of New Year’s resolutions, I guess this year I would like to focus on not fixating on the past by living more in the present. 

Realizing that being continuously angry about things that happened in the past is an exercise in futility. Your mind holds onto traumatic experiences to help protect you from future traumas. However, the act of repeatedly recalling bad memories, only serves to lock you into being influenced by traumas you would ideally like to escape from. Sometimes the repetition can also introduce subtle changes in the details of a memory causing it to morph from the original experience, thus accentuating the trauma.

I find it difficult to, not, look back at my previous life experiences. I seem to have a long, detailed memory. If I’m honest with myself, it’s all too easy for my traumas to affect my waking state of mind. This is very bad habit, deeply ingrained and something I would sincerely love to break from. Perhaps my aging brain would kindly grace me with a little selective forgetfulness. 

During a therapy session I was asked the following questions; “If you packed all your troubles in a suitcase, would you be able to close it? Imagine yourself carrying the case with you everywhere you went. Finally, imagine yourself having to open the case and sift through your troubles every time you had to make a decision or compose a thought. That experience clearly seems exhausting and downright ridiculous, why would you want to put yourself through such a stressful routine. Yet many of us do exactly that. 

During another therapy session we discussed the modern reality of storing digital photographs. If you were born before the digital age you will understand the following scenario. In the days film photography most people were very frugal and selective about taking photos, film processing and printing was expensive and slow. The advent of digital photography freed users and allowed them to take as many photos as they’d like. You could save them on your computer, print them and share them online. However, decades later, you may have discovered that you have only stored them in a digital shoebox in the clouds. Your photos are not cataloged in any useable sense and you hardly ever share them or even view them, and most likely you have only ever printed just a few of them or none.

Then I was asked to compare that packed suitcase of memories that I lug around everywhere to the terabytes of saved but seldom viewed digital photographs. Which memory cabinet do I utilize more? Obviously, yet unfortunately the suitcase of dark and disruptive experiences wins out. Why? Why does misery win over images of smiling faces, puppies, flowers, concerts, beaches, trophies, birthdays, graduations, weddings, newborn babies, friends and loved ones. 

Of these two environments, which would you honestly want to immerse yourself in? Sadly, I am guilty of choosing the suitcase far too often. Since I was the photographer of all of these happy, beautiful photographs, why don’t those memories hold a more prominent place? Is there a way to overwrite bad memories with pleasant moments? 

So it’s about time now in 2025, to spend more time focusing on populating my mental photo gallery with current positive references that can fuel my happiness and creativity. It certainly beats carrying that heavy suitcase around. 

Happy New Year to you all.

Peace and Love - Nudge

Tuesday, December 24, 2024

So Long 2024

Henry the new guard.

2024 was a year of loss and renewal 

It’s been another strange and wonderful year on planet Earth. We sadly said goodbye to our sweet dog Ellie. We adopted her from a shelter when she was two years old and she was with us ten years. 

Then to help our other fur-baby Sadie, we got our new puppy Henry. He brings Sadie and us such joy, it’s like he’s always been here. 

Here’s hoping the new year will continue to bring us more joy and peace together. 

RIP Ellie our love. 2024

Monday, August 26, 2024

Puppy Update

 

Henry’s all settled into our family.

The goofy little brother.

Our growing little boy.

Part of the family 

As it has been said, a picture is worth a thousand words. Henry has instantly bonded with us and our sweetheart Sadie. After six months with us, it truly seems like he’s always been here. 

This little guy has pulled Sadie out of her funk after loosing Ellie, who I’m sure she still misses. However, 
our Sadie endlessly plays and wrestles with Henry all day, which is something she never was able to do with Ellie. It’s very obvious that any rough play, is just that…play. At night they sleep side by side which is a gift we are so grateful for. 

I loves my dogs so much, their undying love is so precious to me.

Nudge

Friday, August 9, 2024

New Puppy Joy

 

Henry, 10 weeks

I’m just marking a moment of healing ❤️‍🩹 from the loss out my 12yr old Ellie pup. 

Like all pups, this little guy just oozes love. ❤️ 

Nudge


Monday, March 18, 2024

Now You Know

Honk, honk, honk!

A group of _____, is a(n)______.

  • Tigers (ambush)
  • Owls (parliament)
  • Snakes (knot)
  • Dogs (pack)
  • Cats (clutter)
  • Crows (murder)
  • Apes: a shrewdness
  • Baboons: a troop
  • Badgers: a cete
  • Bass: a shoal
  • Bats: a colony, cloud or cauldron
  • Bears: a sloth or sleuth; Cubs: a litter
  • Beavers: a colony
  • Bees: a swarm
  • Boar: a sounder
  • Buffalo: a gang or obstinacy
  • Camels: a caravan
  • Caterpillars: an army
  • Cats: a clowder, glaring, pounce, nuisance or clutter; Kittens: a litter or kindle; Wild cats: a destruction
  • Cattle: a herd or drove
  • Cheetahs: a coalition
  • Chickens: a brood or peep; Chicks: a clutch or chattering
  • Clams: a bed
  • Cobras: a quiver
  • Colts: a rag
  • Cows: a kine, drove, herd or fold; twelve or more cows are a flink
  • Coyotes: a band
  • Cranes: a sedge
  • Crocodiles: a float or bask
  • Crows: a murder
  • Deer: a herd
  • Dogs: a pack or cowardice; Puppies: a litter
  • Dolphins: a pod
  • Donkeys: a drove
  • Doves: a dule
  • Ducks: a brace, paddling or team
  • Eagles: a convocation
  • Elephants: a herd or parade
  • Elk: a gang or herd
  • Emus: a mob
  • Falcons: a cast
  • Ferrets: a business or fesnyng
  • Finches: a charm
  • Fish: a school, shoal, run, haul or catch
  • Flamingos: a stand or flamboyance
  • Flies: a swarm, hatch or business
  • Foxes: a skulk or leash
  • Frogs: an army or a colony
  • Geese: a gaggle or flock, a skein when in flight
  • Giraffes: a tower
  • Gnats: a cloud or horde
  • Goats: a herd, tribe or trip
  • Goldfinches: a charm
  • Goldfish: a troubling
  • Gorillas: a band
  • Grasshoppers: a cloud
  • Greyhounds: a leach
  • Hares: a down or husk
  • Hawks: a cast or kettle
  • Hippopotami: a bloat or thunder
  • Hogs: a drift or parcel
  • Horses: a team or harras
  • Hounds: a pack, mute or cry
  • Hyenas: a cackle
  • Jaguars: a shadow
  • Jellyfish: a smack or brood
  • Kangaroos: a troop or mob
  • Larks: an ascension or exaltation
  • Lemurs: a conspiracy
  • Leopards: a leap
  • Lice: a flock
  • Lions: a pride
  • Locust: a plague or cloud
  • Magpies: a tiding or tittering
  • Mallards: a sord
  • Manatees: an aggregation
  • Mares: a stud
  • Martens: a richness
  • Minnows: a steam
  • Moles: a labor
  • Monkeys: a barrel, cartload or troop
  • Mules: a pack, barren or span
  • Nightingales: a watch
  • Otters: a family, romp or raft
  • Owls: a parliament
  • Oxen: a team or yoke
  • Oysters: a bed
  • Parrots: a pandemonium or company
  • Partridges: a covey
  • Peacocks: a muster or ostentation
  • Penguins: a colony
  • Pheasants: a nest, nide or bouquet
  • Pigeons: a flock or flights
  • Pigs: a drift or drove (younger pigs), or a sounder, litter or team (older pigs)
  • Ponies: a string
  • Porcupines: a prickle
  • Rabbits: a colony or warren
  • Raccoons: a gaze
  • Rats: a colony, pack, swarm or mischief
  • Rattlesnakes: a rhumba
  • Ravens: an unkindness
  • Rhinoceroses: a crash
  • Sharks: a shiver
  • Sheep: a drove or flock
  • Skunks: a stench
  • Snakes: a nest or knot
  • Sparrows: a host
  • Squirrels: a dray or scurry
  • Starlings: a murmuration
  • Stingrays: a fever
  • Storks: a mustering
  • Swans: a bevy or lamentation, a wedge when in flight 
  • Tigers: an ambush or a streak
  • Toads: a knot or knab
  • Trout: a hover
  • Turkeys: a gang, posse or rafter
  • Turtles: a bale or nest
  • Vultures: a venue
  • Wasps: a pledge
  • Weasels: a colony, gang or pack
  • Whales: a pod, school or gam
  • Wolves: a pack or route
  • Wombats: a wisdom
  • Woodpeckers: a descent
  • Zebras: a dealer

Wow! Who knew? I feel very well informed now. 


Thanks,
Nudge


Wednesday, November 8, 2023

Slay The Space Dragon

 

Slay The Space Dragon by Voltsmyth 

Inspiration be damned. 

What will I do? What can I do? What should I do? 

My own internal struggle isn’t just an artistic one, it is a desperate struggle for the existence of my damaged soul within a confusing, fragile new life beyond cancer. 

What can I do? What should I do? What will I do? 

For me family comes first, which is why I’m still here. However, since winning that battle (for now), I’m now faced with a new, deeply personal question; what do I do next? 

Perhaps, it is because I found a love for art and music when I was very young, that it became a new focus in my mind. During my recovery, without provocation the first skills that re-emerged where those very skills. Even before I could trust myself to handle boiling a kettle, or climbing in and out of a bath, I found the empowering nature of digital art and music on my iPad. 

Like my new pandemic-puppy, this incredible digital device brought me immense cathartic enjoyment, and greatly boosted my confidence and a new sense of identity. Whoosh, that’s heavy!

Art and music therapy has for years been proven to help people heal and improve their lives. I knew this, but no one signed me up for an art therapy course, my soul decided on its own, that the most important choice I could make is to welcome (without judgement) the music and art as it would come to me. I am very grateful, thankful and pleased that it did.

This brings me to how I discovered my new electronic identity, Voltsmyth. This project gives me a joint outlet for both art and music that feed off each other. Engaging in this project (for what it is) presents me with challenges and problem solving opportunities. Penning this very blog is an eye-straining arduous process, fraught with spelling and grammatical mistakes (I have no hope of learning a new language, as I can barely use this one). No one is pushing this agenda or production schedule on me, so I have incurred none of the usual negativity and self-imposed pressure associated with that.  

Thankfully, I have a wild imagination, bizarre concepts continue to flood my mind. Since there is no physical or financial risk involved, and literally no expectations of me, I have thankfully found a stress-free digital playground, where I can focus on my personal love of creativity, on my new uncharted path.

Voltsmyth cosmic-electronica music is available on Bandcamp, streaming services and YouTube. 

Gratefully,
Nudge


Thursday, August 4, 2022

Love Yourself As You Are

Spending time with the one you love. 

I just past the one year anniversary of a life saving cancer surgery to my head. My doctors are amazing and I owe them my life. However, I owe even more to my wonder wife who has supported me through all the most horrible experiences I’ve endured. 

I am still healing and rebuilding. Fighting cancer is like a soldier returning from war, some scars are visible, but many are not. 

I need to love my ‘new’ self, as-is. 

Be kind and compassionate.

Sunday, June 5, 2022

Empty Nesters

 The baby robins grew feathers overnight and flew away. We’re happy and sad, but hopeful and grateful the made it.




Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Life Finds A Way

 


Hungry baby robins at my front door, remind me of the simple truth; life goes on.


It’s now 10 months since my last major surgery and my cancer has not returned. This is the longest period I’ve had without a recurrence since my first surgery in 2018. 

I am very happy with this positive news, yet I still feel very reserved in my celebration of it. It’s like everyone else is happier about it than I am. Perhaps this is a common reaction for someone who has endured repeated disappointments in the past. 

Still, those squawking little robins really touched my heart and reminded me of that simple truth I often forget; life goes on. 

Nudge

Monday, December 13, 2021

Another Year In The Books



This year 2021 was a very challenging time for me. 

The year began with a concerted effort to return to work after being off for two years from cancer surgery and treatment. 

Even though I was able to return to full time work, although at a much reduced ability, it didn’t last for long, as I had to have another, even more aggressive surgery to the right side of my face in July. This surgery really kicked my ass. Approaching five months since the surgery I just haven’t been able to get my energy back. 

Additionally, the pandemic isolation piled on top of my medical isolation has made it difficult to find the motivation I need keep fighting. 

I hope 2022 will be a better year for me. 
Nudge

Sunday, June 13, 2021

The Quicksands of Time

 Like the quicksands of time, so are the days of our lives.



Young people don’t get that one day, they’ll be old too. I certainly didn’t think about it when I was kid. Now here I am at age 55, known as the new 40, still feels like 55+.

I guess what I’m getting at is that I look back on my youth and really despise how much time I wasted on stupid things. Wasted time caring about competition with people I haven’t seen since high school; they haven’t missed me either. 

Notice I said, despise not regret. The difference being, I know I can’t change anything, I can only do things differently from now on. 

That’s if there’s a world left to do it in. 

With the vaccines promising a sort of return to normalcy, do we darn to hope for hugs, rub shoulders, maybe even shake hands?

Only the quicksands of time will tell.