Unlike many, I’m averse to writing about personal matters on my blog. For the most part, I stick to jargoned wisecrackery.

I’ve been in Toronto for the past two weeks to be with my father, as has my brother, Iain, who flew in from Korea. My father, Henry “Hank” Rogers, died last night as Iain, his spouse Dennis, and I stood around his bed in the living room of his Scarborough home.

We are well prepared for the flurried activity that will occupy us throughout the coming week. Following that, the schedule is less certain.

While my cooking style tends toward the lowest end of the cuisine spectrum, I recently pulled off quite a dish in an effort to use up all of the fresh smoked salmon that we had in the freezer (Carole knows a guy). Of course, it’s hard to go wrong when cooking with salmon, butter, and whipping cream.

A-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Start water boiling and add:

• One pack fettuccini or linguini, or whatever noodles you like

Sauté, in a largish pan:

• 1/2 of one of those large garlic thingies, minced
• 1/4 cup butter

Once the garlic starts to go translucent, add:

• 2-3 cups of shredded and deboned fresh smoked salmon

Reduce to medium heat, and cook for another two minutes, stirring frequently, then slowly add:

• 2 cups of whipping cream
• 1/4 cup grated parmesan or, better yet, asiago

Keep stirring for another five minutes or so. The sauce won’t thicken appreciably. Once the noodles are done, mix in all of the sauce. Serve in big bowls and top each with:

• dash of fresh parsley
• warm diced tomato
• freshly cracked pepper

Buon appetito! Non è raccomandato per coloro che sono intolleranti al lattosio, sperimentando la sofferenza coronarica, o con i cibi kosher.

iPosture

Whatever device Apple is secretly rushing to market next year — the iSlate, iTablet, iPlank, or my preference, the iJayKay — it won’t be anything I need. Heck, no one actually needs any of the gadgets that the high-tech companies are shilling these days, but we sure want them. Lustrous, kaleidoscopic, cacophonous, expensive — who could resist?

However, in the ongoing matter of Want v. Need, the two parties will stipulate the following: what we don’t want, and what we certainly don’t need, are any more vapid mouth-breathers clogging our sidewalks and stairways while thumbing obliviously on their hand-held “smart” devices.

The troglodytes aren’t completely to blame. To be useful, these devices have to be primed with subscription plans and add-ons. To justify the resulting cost, the devices have to be used, routinely to the point that additional plans and add-ons (there’s an app for that) are inescapable.

Somehow, Bell Mobility’s marketing brochures fail to mention this consequence. It’s as if the term “exorbitant death spiral” never occurred to them.

I’m not immune to the siren call of these pandorean gadgets. I’m simply waiting for a model that is useful without my having to, uh, use it: one that buzzes me awake after I’ve nodded off during a meeting; one that points out the good sandwich places nearby when my stomach grumbles; one that highlights my scarf and toque when the temperature has dropped; one that alerts the authorities after I’ve fallen into a crevasse on a lonely trail; and one that electronically jams the signal of anyone in my vicinity attempting to text, tweet, poke, or telephone.

In other words, a device to make me feel connected, informed, secure, and, yes, more than a little smug.

You won’t find “fifi-i-nini” in any dictionary, not even one for crossword puzzle aficionados. Suffice to say, it means “finished” in some French Canadian vernaculars. Also, it’s a terribly satisfying way to announce the completion of a lengthy challenge:

Hey! No peeking.

Carole and I slaved away into the wee hours Saturday night, but it wasn’t until this afternoon that we pencilled-in Calder Trophy-winner “rookie” for the final clue.

The solution will be published in The Globe and Mail on January 2nd.

Christmas morning: brew coffee, open presents, call umpteen relatives down south.

Apparently others keep the same schedule as “all of our circuits are busy” was all we heard from the telephone yesterday morning.

So, we cranked up Skype on the computer (we have a $30/year Skype Out plan which lets us call any US or Canada phone number) and subsequently paid NorthwesTel a grand total of $0 for about two hours’ worth of holiday chatter. The Ottawa call suffered from considerable delay and echo, but the other calls were as clear as a regular phone.

From this, I can make two observations:

1. We need a computer that’s as easy to turn on as a telephone. (Or Skype To Go for Canada.)
2. All we want from the telcos is for them to ship our bits. If they won’t drop their ridiculous and complex plans, we’ll just move to ones-and-zeros traffic until they’ve no choice.