“Fresh Pots!”

The summons echoes through the house at 9 a.m. Whoever rises from their slumber first is tasked with brewing the pot of coffee for the rest of the house, most often accompanied with the famous borrowed phrase. The rest of the house is resurrected from their beds, hungover and curmudgeonly. The hot, earthy cups of…

UK General Election Preview

These international elections are truly a godsend as they allow me to get my mind off of domestic developments from time to time. The UK election, taking place one week from today on June 8th, is particularly compelling and, as it has turned out, uplifting with the possibility of a positive outcome. For unlike Bernie…

French Run-Off Preview

After the 1st round of voting took place last Sunday, the centrist Emmanuel Macron and the far-right Marine Le Pen will face off head-to-head next Sunday May 7th to determine who will be the next president of France. To get yourself further up to date, feel free to refer to my post written a few…

French Election: Final Thoughts

We’re a few hours out from polls closing in the 1st round of the 2017 French presidential election. If polls are to be believed, it’s poised to be very close with 4 candidates all in a statistical dead heat in the days leading up to the election. Of the far-left Jean-Luc Mélenchon, the centrist Emmanuel Macron,…

On Roaches

I found a medium-small one nestled into a small crevice in my can opener, elated as it scampered out into a perfectly good can of Bumble Bee tuna. My lunch became his. I found a medium-sized one — maybe the size of my thumbnail, its exoskeleton miniature but sinister — on my toothbrush, straddling the…

A Drive to Manchester by the Sea

Earlier I proclaimed my monumental love of Sundays, so in some ways this is a continuation of that post. I went and detailed the GTI today, getting her back to that show room quality appearance, and then proceeded to do what any other car enthusiast does after giving their car a good wash. I went…

Easy Like Sunday Mornin’

Cliche?! Quite possibly, but that’s what I do!  Im even riding the coattails of a fellow Aardvarkian writing this post! I come out swinging and don’t look back babes! Its been a bit since I’ve dove into the Aardvark, but James had a great explanation about how we are transforming, maturing, finding our voice. I think…

One Aardvark: Charting Course

One Aardvark is almost one year old. When we started this blog–Patrick, Doogs and I–we didn’t really know what it was going to be. Part diary, part hockey-blog, part pseudo-private confessional. Part douchey, part smart, part political commentary. We were just three dudes who go back pretty far and have some good conversations–we figured why…

Let’s Write Now What We Vowed Not To

When the silver sky of an overcast flurry shows soft through the window, casting fuzzy dull shadows across the furniture and floor, and fat snowflakes career slantwise downward, riding a southern breeze to the slush of the sidewalk, a certain ineluctable sentimentality congregates in the warmth of one’s chest. The heat held in fingers and…

The Trappings of Permanence

Somewhere between arrival and departure, there is time spent. And it is in time spent where the great variance of life occurs, the vacillations. We love a place then loathe it, we step out of ourselves and take things in, then we ebb back into ourselves and shut things out. This period is defined as…