One of the weirdest fights my wife and I ever got in was about salsa dancing.
The two went out to a local salsa bar as part of my birthday gift a few years back – she had planned some special surprises, ranging from snacks, restaurants, drinks, and activities. We had some Sangria, jalapeño poppers, and some Spanish barbecue at a restaurant downtown. After that, she took me to a salsa club.
Despite my latin heritage, my hips do lie, at least occasionally.
Continue reading “How-to Communicate – Part 3 : Knuckle Sandwiches and Just Desserts”
When I first moved downtown Toronto, my two friends and I grabbed a 3 bedroom apartment above a restaurant.
It was luxurious.
No en suite washer and dryer, a bathroom with a broken fan, and purple painted rooms with golden trees. Continue reading “How-to Read – Part 1 : Soapboxes, Not Phonics”
The other day I got into a discussion with some of my buddies. Well, more of a game than a discussion. We had one main question :
If you had to lose one major sense ( sight, taste, smell, touch, and hearing for those of you needing a little refresher ), which would you choose ?
That’s a tough little question.
Continue reading “How-to Communicate – Part 2 : Listen Up”
About a year ago I did an experiment.
It might sound small, and in the grand scheme of things, it was. No one will write about it in a history book, nor compare me to ye brave men of olde making wondrous, costly sacrifices. But I’ll write about it on a blog no one knows about.
The Experiment : Delete all social media apps on my phone ( and then all social media in general ) Continue reading “How-to : Delete Facebook ( sorta )”
This is a bit theoretical – but that’s because it’s supposed to be. It’s supposed to be a kind of foundation and exposition on communication. It might not be as practical as you want or need. It hasn’t been super practical for me. But, it has helped me think about how I communicate – and what communication is really about. The following posts are much more practical.
Lately I’ve been having conversations about language and words and meaning. I’m not sure why, but there’s been many a night spent with my wife or friends talking about talking in a warm lit pub. Taking the subway home one night last week I began to imagine :
Continue reading “How-to Communicate – Part 1 : Orwell, At Least Try**”