At a time when the whole of the western world was at war with itself (legally) because the definition of intellectual property rights was defined by who would receive money, one publishing group stands as a shining light. Hyperbole is fun.
posted in media, music | Comments Off on No moss on the cover of a Rolling Stone | 325 words
And when you are afraid, find sanctuary in your church. Except if you live in a place where guns are always ready. Like yesterday, in a church parking lot in Colorado Springs, where two are dead and four other wounded after a shooting spree. The clincher is that the original shooter was taken down by an armed security guard from the church.
posted in computing, politics | Comments Off on Should we shoot or should we pray? | 274 words
I wish I was better informed, and not simply the “ideological result” of corporate media. How else can I explain to those around me that I don’t think our new government is right in its environmental choices? I must be misled, right? If the current minister says that Canada cannot make its own choices, that we must participate in the three-legged race with some kid from next door, he must know better than me, right? After all, I don’t have all the information that passes across his desk, and the media are always wrong. Period.
posted in environment | Comments Off on When the new will be the former | 378 words
There must be a channel that we (parents that have gifts to buy before a certain expiration date) don’t get on our radios. The only channel that counts, really; the one that identifies the gift that must be purchased before every store on the planet has sold out. Here we are, only a few weeks to go in the shopping marathon and already we’re seeking contacts on the other side of the globe, just in case.
posted in economy | Comments Off on In search of THE gift | 378 words
Another year, another child, another concert, another joining of like minds in a local pizza place. As a parent-in-training (is there any other kind?), I’ve been blessed by three boys who have followed, unwittingly, in my own footsteps, now faded after years of windy weather. Musicians, trained under the hard hand of a band director that will retire from service in the summer, leaving behind hundreds of students who have learned a lesson; nothing comes without lots of practice.
posted in music | Comments Off on Sibilance of seasonal sounds | 340 words
What’s worse than “unpaid overtime”? How about spending it alone, in a classroom. Almost as bad as being kept in at recess, except that this was really after school. Somebody in the house stayed behind to hang up student projects from a very high ceiling, and once again the role of guardian angel fell to me and the kid. After all, since we were already home (where the heart is), we might as well pretend to be the “eye in the sky” for safety’s sake.
posted in technology | Comments Off on Our own security model | 285 words
Well produced television programs take on a life of their own. The syndicated world transcends the boundaries of politics and language, and if you were to suddenly find yourself in a different city, a world away, the set in your hotel room just might offer up a slice of your earlier life. After all, not being renewed isn’t the end of the road for certain programs. There’s a whole world out there, and they just might be watching.
posted in history | Comments Off on Take me back to Indian River | 242 words
For anyone in the local area that feared a “green Christmas” (that most depressing of moments for a Nordic), you can rest easy. After all, when the ski centres are claiming that a storm breaks all their existing records, you can consider that the recent snowfall was sufficient.
posted in environment, Wx | Comments Off on Don’t need the lawnmower | 277 words
Now that we’ve figured out the mechanism for the single storm day, let’s go for the week-long version. I jest, but only because I have the stoic character of someone facing a minimum of four more months of winter weather.
posted in Wx | Comments Off on The day is postponed on account of the weather | 395 words
I’m seeking solace in the sentiment that I’m not quite like the majority (and that is clearly a good thing). Referring to political tastes here, of course. We’ve spent another day in the strange limbo that exists between the dropping of a ballot into the slot and the result announced via a website that updates every few minutes, numbers growing but percentages remaining constant.
posted in politics | Comments Off on Something went wrong on the way to the throne | 305 words
