Rusty Ring

(Emblem and patron of my father 's people, as any who know us will understand, this well-armed weed flowers in surpassing beauty on th...

(Last of a traditional Scottish bachelor cake that I baked for Christmas. First time in 30 years. Still just as good.) Appearing al...

I augur this the right moment to mention my regret at the passing of graveyards, which ironic development has left my society impover...

On this Christmas Eve in the ninth year of Rusty Ring, we wish all Aeruginosists near and far the most peaceful of holidays. ...

(Needed to do something with the empty plastic bags I had floating around, waiting for an assignment. A couple of hours at the wor...

Five years ago I got tired of paying the ridiculous prices razor blades command these days. As trivial as that sounds, like many Buddh...

"Fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was the centre of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody knew the Ear...

I'm not much of a rock. As a Zenner I aspire to be unmovable. Fudo Myō-ō , the patron of my practice, has made a career of it. And...

Though delicious, Fucus (FYOO-kuss) has a marketing problem. The genus sounds like some kind of fungal disease; its common names – roc...

(Four scrambled eggs, two bannocks , and a grilled tomato. The breakfast that built an empire.)

An English, Irish, and Scottish steelworker are sitting on the Forth Bridge, lunchboxes in their laps. "Stike 'n' kidney...

(I built this toy gun when I was in Grade 2, nearly 50 years ago. Only a Scottish kid arms himself with a flintlock.)

Well, it's happened. The outcome was exactly as I guessed, though it doesn't bring me any satisfaction. As a Canadian, I'm ...

(No politics here; just my blanket wish for the entire country, win who may.)

I've purposely held off posting about Robin Williams until the tidal wave of pro forma anguish washed past and left us in a place of c...

Cruel was the foe that raped Glencoe And murdered the House of Donald 13 February, 1692 (And thank God for fleet ancestors.) (P...

Dick Gaughan is like the voice of his entire people. Not merely its inflection; also its spirit, its passion, and its vision. As Scots deb...

When wilt thou, thou bonnie bush o' broom. Grow on a foreign strand ? That I may think when I look on thee I'm still in loved S...

I often see in my blog stats that people have landed on my hermit bread (Canadian bannock) recipe while searching for information ...

Night filled me with dread. That the world turned black, leaving windows like sheets of obsidian against which my little brother'...