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Although the apartment

June 4, 2001 by Michael Boyle

I’ve been in for the past year is mine (not a shared situation), for the past year I had a semi-roommate, who lived in Ottawa but came back to Montreal every weekend or second weekend. It was a pretty good deal all around – a deal that ended this past weekend. I didn’t need the money or anything, so it’s no problem to lose it – and now I have the enjoyable situation of having a completely empty room to figure out what to do with! Do I move my office there, and use my current office as a permanent dining room? Do I buy a new couch and put my convertable futon thingie back there so it can serve as a guest room? Do I just use it for storage?

Damn, the possibilities are endless. And considering them makes me feel quite, ah, old.

It’s a rare thing,

June 4, 2001 by Michael Boyle

I think, to have the opportunity to see friends captured both recently and 15 years earlier! High potential for hilarity and general (friendly) mocking, I think. It seems that I’m going to have that opportunity on June 20 when Who’s Dancin’ Now? airs on PBS, featuring a friend and former colleague who, well, we like to lovingly mock anyhow.

With a tiny

May 31, 2001 by Michael Boyle

flash memory drive and one of those new switchblade style car keys, you can finally make something in your life look very 21st C.

Scroll down

May 31, 2001 by Michael Boyle

to the May 29th entry over at Ed’s site, Blork Blog to read a very typical story about life here in Montreal. Even odder, Ed and I are very good friends now but in fact we first “met” online. We were both “founding” hosts at Cafe Utne. When he introduced himself in the private Hosts forum, I replied by saying, “I bet you $10 we have friends in common!” And of course we did, and our circles finally overlapped a couple of weeks later. But the overlap in the story on his site – that’s much deeper, and international to boot. Cool.

There’s a post

May 30, 2001 by Michael Boyle

I want to write, except that writing it will draw attention to something that doesn’t need attention drawn to it, and is so impeccably beautiful, but also terribly sad and most certainly true, that I feel that making the link will trivialize it. Which is a complicated way of saying that sometimes, even today, I can be deeply moved by something I read on the web.