My Cat walking business hasn't taken off the way I'd hoped. Cats, as is turns out, are not the speediest of creatures, it's a loud and frantic outing, but they get their exercise. Also, Animal Husbandry isn't at all what I thought it was, so right away, I can pretty much check off those two categories right there as far as hot financial opportunities. I think I'd be a pretty good Horse Whisperer, maybe a Cat whisperer, really, the deal there is just coming up with what's most suitable to say, so nobody ends up feeling funny.
I'm really pleased about The National Post article on Kensington Market that came out last week. A nicely-placed full page spread. Ideally, I'd like to do a lot more of that participatory investigative journalism stuff, kind of like George Peppard was famous for... I mean Plimpton, but much less gay...I mean gray.
Found this picture of David Rakoff and me at The Writer's Festival here in Toronto last year.
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