Let us join together in protest, for a wrong has been done to one of our neighbours. Somewhere, tonight, an innocent lobster named Goliath must prepare to be de-named. A return to the anonymity of “just another bug in the water”.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Nameless and in exile | 290 words
If you can’t be remembered for what you’ve done (or represented), then be famous for the trophy named in your memory. It certain works for that top of the heap position, the governor-generalship of Canada. I didn’t “know” but I’d long suspected that those sports championships were named for somebody or other. Wikipedia confirmed it, with the section on Sports Trophies Named After Canadian Governors-general which opened my eyes to how some things are more obscure than others. How about that Michener trophy, eh?
posted in environment | Comments Off on Another cup game comes and goes | 365 words
Solid as a rock. If you are anything like me, you know that concrete is like rock, in the same way that white wine is like water; like is not the same as same. Or some such rule. Semantically speaking of course. If you’ve ever run into a concrete wall, it probably seemed like you had hit a rock. The same sensation.
posted in technology | Comments Off on Don’t be insecure | 225 words
The Quebec film industry is a world apart, and the local talent appears much larger in the mirror than it would on a larger stage. Still, some individuals stand head and shoulders above the rest. This is a triple picture show review.
posted in media | Comments Off on Emerging dramatic talent | 362 words
The 400th Birthday Club is at it again.
Sometime in the next two hundred and twenty-odd days, a birthday cake will be loaded on a big truck (with at least two flat tires) and the cry will go out to light the candles. I fear there won’t be a lucifer to be found. No lights, no show. You see, the celebration for Quebec City’s Four Hundredth Anniversary (in capitals, if you please) just seems to hit one bump after another.
posted in politics | Comments Off on Something about prophets and their home | 314 words
Two contrasting stories caught my attention today. The first was the announcement that Don Ho had died. For people of a certain age, he was the symbol of Hawaii. We didn’t know much about those islands, but we could all sing at least one song from there: Tiny Bubbles. And we knew about the ukelele, that tiny guitarlike affair that seemed to appear at the strangest of times on TV. Don Ho was an icon. No more tiny bubbles.
posted in media | Comments Off on No more bubbles, but lots of bugs | 252 words
I probably scored as many goals as anyone else in the neighbourhood, back when the only recreation available to teenage boys involved cheap sticks, a lacrosse ball and an empty parking lot. Goal posts made from blocks of ice, and stamina that kept us “on goal” for hours at a time. We had nothing to do with, and nothing but admiration for the “real” hockey players. Those who wore skates and one of the sacred six jerseys.
posted in media | Comments Off on For a brief moment they cheered | 319 words
One of my nieces (I don’t have very many, in truth) stopped over for supper this evening. Another reason to offer couscous and stirfry beef, in passing. She came to have her laptop overhauled before she sets off on this year’s round of travels. Where to; well, she’ll be “just down the road from Timbuktu”.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Just down the road from Timbuktu | 329 words
Today, with only a few days of delay due to various software issues, we completed the largest payroll in our history. I’m proud to have been part of such an endeavour, because we all like to be paid, don’t we. Still, any time the “envelope” reaches seven figures deserves a tiny celebration. So here goes: Whoopee!
posted in computing, economy | Comments Off on Just an old-fashioned transfer | 256 words
We attribute certain characteristics to various foods; just think of fish and brains, or carrots and night vision. Whether or not the science supports the factoid. But what about when the label on the food is called into question.
posted in media | Comments Off on Not the beans that make them crazy | 210 words
