Go West, Young Man

Approximately eleventy-billion years ago1 I boarded a glorified lawn dart on my way from here to Labrador so that I might spend some time in Goose Bay and Rigolet as part of the eNuk research program. But that was eleventy-billion years ago. Naturally, you might be wondering how I, a man who valiantly battles the…

Seven-Year Itch

According to my calendar, this past Saturday marked the 7th anniversary of the day that I successfully defended my PhD in Statistics. I can still remember the nervous excitement that filled me in the days and hours that led up to my big day; running and rerunning the presentation in my head, perfecting answers to mock…

Stillness

On Tuesday evening I returned home after my most recent adventure to Rigolet and Happy Valley-Goose Bay. You may recall that I was supposed to have travelled to Rigolet in February but Old Man Winter had other plans that included blizzards, snow, more snow, freezing temperatures, delayed flights, more snow, cancelled flights, rebooked flights, more snow, cancelled…

The Adventure Continues: Take II

Remember that time in February when I was supposed to board a shiny metal lawn dart on my way through Halifax and Happy Valley-Goose Bay to Rigolet? And remember how Old Man Winter decided to crush my travel plans because he’s an old cranky bastard? Well here’s hoping that Old Man Winter doesn’t decide to crush…

The Adventure Is Slightly Delayed

Most of you are probably aware of the cranky old bastard who has caused an excessive amount of turmoil to travellers in airports across Canada and the USA. No, I’m not referring to the tanned narcissist who leads the free world (but good guess), I’m referring to Old Man Winter.

The Adventure Continues

Assuming the blizzard that is currently hitting Halifax isn’t going to further delay my travel plans, tomorrow night I should be headed to the airport to ceremoniously launch myself through the sky in a glorified (but extremely safe) metal lawn dart.

The Adventure Begins

After the travel-filled adventure that was last year, it’s hard to believe that it’s already the middle of January and I haven’t boarded a glorified lawn dart to be hurtled through space and time towards parts unknown.

The Year That Was

So there you have it, for the good and the bad, the weird and the wonderful, that was 2016. I’m not really sure how to measure this year. On one hand, the world seems like it might be teetering on the brink of some biblical post-apocalyptic nightmare that has begun with the rapture of celebrities,…

Eat Love And Eat A Lot

Tuesday last I boarded my 39th flight for the year, which for those of you who having been following along, made my wanderlusting self quite happy. This glorified lawn dart adventure was to return me home after spending almost a week in St. John’s Newfoundland & Labrador with a team of colleagues and students who…

A Wee Getaway

So apparently I forgot to publish this last week. Oops. The fall semester is only 4 weeks old and I’m already feeling more exhausted than I think I should. I’m not exactly sure what is causing this, but needless to say the struggle to stay awake past midnight has been all too real. And my level…

Me, But Slower

It was a short week, but I somehow managed to survive it. Classes started this week and to be honest I wasn’t sure if I was prepared. And not in the sense that I wasn’t prepared with notes, or with a list of projects, or with a full docket of activities and guest lectures for…

A Summer By The Numbers

It’s been roughly a week since I returned home from an epic summer adventure that had me flying through numerous time zones, visiting multiple countries, and spending most of my time expecting to wake up from some fantastic dream. And while I’ve tried over the past 4 months to document my travels and the effect…

Adventuring With My Ugly Friend

I boarded my last flight of the summer on Sunday afternoon on my way home from Calgary. After 35 flights and over 93,000 kilometers, I was finally heading home for more than a few hours. You might think that after spending the bulk of the summer traveling that I’d be more than happy to head…

Between Breaths And Breathtaking Moments

Having arrived in Calgary, I spent the next two days and nights working on various projects and reports, and catching up with Rick. Our conversations shifted from adventures past, present, and future, to work, life, and our attempts at some sort of balance between the two.  Our time seemed to be divided between travel, bouts of…

The Beginning Of The End

The last time I was home could best be described as a visit. I was there for no more than 18 hours; enough time to do my laundry, and spend some time with the wee fuzzball who seemed in desperate need of hugs and belly rubs. But that was all very short-lived as I was up…