George Connell

About George Connell

George Connell is an author, artist, and singer-songwriter from the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia, Canada

Sitting on the Picket Fence, my Ass!

When I cold turkeyed myself from Facebook (FB) two weeks ago, little aware would I be of the hue and cry that would ensue (although the hue was a somewhat transparent tone and the cry was little more than a moist incipient sobbing. Truth be told I am still [...]

By |2020-08-16T15:26:20-07:00August 17, 2015|

Death of the Renaissance Man

The Renaissance Man is dead. Truly and welly well well mortadella. . . It was not a sudden and traumatic death, although many of our reactions believe it to have been so. It has suffered on the deathbed of historical perspective, something akin to the demise of the British [...]

By |2020-06-19T15:36:54-07:00August 9, 2015|

Facebook my Ass

I've decided to take the blue pill and do a Jon Stewart/Bilbo Baggins on you. Facebook has become an opiate for me, and while I appreciate a talented kitten as much as the next person, I find myself resisting the charms of domesticated animals and brutalised grammar and spelling. [...]

By |2020-08-16T15:30:43-07:00August 8, 2015|

We Exist. . .

It seems to me that good art is infinitely adaptable to any set of circumstances, whether in time or space; that it has value regardless of the social conditions that surround it. The plays of Shakespeare have been staged in any number of eras and some of the best [...]

By |2020-08-16T15:31:47-07:00May 10, 2015|

Voice of the Turtle, my Ass. . .

Have you ever tried praying and received no answer? Have you been told that if you really really pray hard, you will see a change in your life or even hear someone or Someone responding? I can believe as intensely as the next guy and I have even been [...]

By |2020-08-16T15:33:04-07:00April 29, 2015|

Manage, my Ass . . .

I live in an acceptably bucolic corner of the West Coast rainforest called the Sunshine Coast. I look out over Agamemnon Channel and live comfortably and well. Our community includes people of varying socio-economic means, but there are some things we all have in common; the infrastructure which supports [...]

By |2020-08-16T15:33:52-07:00April 25, 2015|

Tattoo my Ass

There are a great number of experiences in the panoply of male (and occasionally female) rituals to which I have never been privy. That is not to say I am unfamiliar with them; on the contrary I am frequently made aware of their existence on the fringe of my [...]

By |2020-08-16T15:34:43-07:00April 18, 2015|

Gap my Ass

When I was a young lad in my late teens, circa 1967, it was commonly understood that one should not trust anyone over the age of 30; and over the years we 'baby-boomers, as we came to be known, were increasingly lauded and eventually castigated for our abilities to [...]

By |2020-08-16T15:35:28-07:00April 16, 2015|