Last weekend, during a CBC radio show, the narrator took some time to assure us… guys don’t get jane Austen. I didn’t have much prior material to work with, other than some minor contact in high school English class. No, wait, that was Bronte. Right period, wrong name. Anyhow.
posted in politics | Comments Off on Common senselessness | 272 words
Just for the record, I have slow news days here on my blog. Just like the real media. I feel better, somehow.
posted in media | Comments Off on Slow news days | 283 words
Due to obligations forced by public transit, I am an early riser. Get up while it’s still dark outside. Today, I was up when it got darker.
posted in technology | Comments Off on Suddenly darker | 302 words
Every once in a while, a person should take a few minutes to check out personal progress. In life, I mean. Complete a short checklist. Consider what you would tell an old friend, if you wanted to provide a little catchup on the “lost years”.
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Tradition would have us believe that the captain goes down with his ship. I guess if your ship doesn’t, exactly, go down, that you can call “a mulligan”. Based on news from the coast of Italy, I mean.
posted in media | Comments Off on Going down with the ship? | 265 words
The next time you encounter a cross dog, look it right in the eye and ask the question. “Is your human in need of intervention?”
posted in pets | Comments Off on Whispering about the problem person | 258 words
The National Geographic channel has distracted me this afternoon. Maybe I need a new career, as an underwater archeologist, or a forensic analyst of Viking massacres. It’s not too late for me to change course.
posted in history | Comments Off on The call of the dig | 257 words
In the cold of winter, the knock comes on the door. Bring out your money, because you need to buy a candle in a box. Indeed, another Bougie, to prepare us for the arrival of Carnaval. Inflation in place, I spent $10 for a small red candle with an implied dream. If it shows green inside, I’m one of the rare, lucky ones.
posted in music | Comments Off on Classics of rock and roll | 253 words
Forced to stay within budget, yet driven to be a connoisseur of something. What to do? First rule: pick a work that you can spell. I didn’t realize that English and French had different words. I mean, they have different words for everything, as put by one pundit, but I resorted to Google in time of need. There. Confession is good for the soul.
posted in food | Comments Off on In praise of the lowly muffin | 294 words
If only the makers of law were forced to study one of the mathematical disciplines. Something where pairs are understood. Something as simple as matching parentheses. Something where the law “going in” matched the law “going out”.
posted in politics | Comments Off on In favour of matching brackets | 318 words
