Glenn Gould’s giving me that look again. A black and white portrait of him as a teenager in the 1950s hangs across from the elevators at my workplace. He’s sitting, smugly wrapped in his genius, with the family dog at the family piano. I love this photograph. Both he and his Irish Setter are always […]

I can hardly describe my senseless glee at being involved in the work-a-day functions of the Snail. Maybe that’s the pint of Strongbow I had at the Bishop and the Belcher with my co-workers talking, but honestly. All I did was roll Pirates of the Caribbean posters (mmm… Johnny Depp) and try and fail to […]