Oh Dougie Boy
Today Leslie dragged me to hear Douglas Gibson talk. He’s speaking about the people he has worked with and his book ‘Stories about Storytellers’
A charming speaker with an interesting viewpoint and huge history in the publishing world. The more he speaks the more I am aware that the golden age of publishing is over. He paints a picture. Very reminiscent of the NHL I remember. A time of heroes and bigger than life personalities that has been replaced by big ticket stars and diminishing returns.
People, huh
“It is good to have a standard,
but a standard is not “good.”
—Ghomeshi
Letterhead Galore
An awesome site (letterheady.com) with examples of old letterhead. Not something that we will be seeing much of in the future…
Bad News
Shafia accused saw deceased as ‘diseased limb’
That’s what the head read on the front page of the CBC.ca site. It implies that the accused stated that the murder victims were indeed no more than diseased limbs to him. But if you read the next sentence in a much smaller, unbolded, type size:
“Three Montrealers accused of drowning four family members in Kingston, Ont., viewed the deceased as the “diseased limb on the family tree” that needed to be removed, the prosecutor told jury members on Thursday.”
…you realize that in fact this statement was made up by a prosecutor who, in speaking to a jury, is trying to get a conviction. For skimmers like me (who make up at lest half of the population according to a recent non-scientific survey) the first, and likely lasting, impression is that the accused did in fact have this view instead of the actual fact that this is purely an accusation on a part of a prosecutor trying to win a case.
I hate this kind of journalism. I would rather read the National Enquirer where at least I know they are deliberately skewing the story. I declare it a stupid human trick.
La la la la lycanthrope
Brian Webb’s next presentation is La La La Human Steps at the Jube. I’m sure I’ve seen this Montreal company before but it beats me when.
In the 1000+ seat theatre, Akemi and Carmen are sitting one row up and 3 seats over. Yup.
Simply stunning use of light. The best lit dance show I have ever seen. The dance was ballet based with a real energy and edgy vibe. The live musicians were fun, enchanting and expressive all at once.
Well worth braving the -30 weather…
Say goodnight internet…
And the Golden Age of the Internet is now over.
[Iran] announced its plans (link in Farsi) to build the Intranet in March 2011, motivated by social media fueled protests during its 2009 election and inspired by China’s domestic controls. According to the statement, Iran plans to offer Intranet access to nearby countries interested in taking advantage of the Halal network.
“We can describe it as a genuinely ‘halal’ network aimed at Muslims on a ethical and moral level,” the Iranian Deputy Minister for Economic Affairs Ali Agha Mohammadi writes.
…
The government hopes the latest restrictions will limit election-related protests of the kind that organized on social networks in Egypt last year. All online planning of protests — through social media or email — will be considered national security crimes, the government said.
My place of employment
Or close to it…
And on the Fifteenth Day
Well the enforced isolation is definitely over. Carmen sign has been seen everywhere. The world is hunkering down and buttoning it’s hatches. The battens were missing.
Toady I went back to work. Of curse I didn’t actually go cause they would’ve yelled at me, but I was so totally there otherwise. Sharpening my blue pens, organizing my thought-like thingies, and generally practicing my editorial aloofness until its sheen shone so shiny that it basically shot out I to the sky and illuminated good grammar for miles around.
Pete helped. She ignored me like I wasn’t there (because of course I was back at work) and complained loudly about my slothful work habits. Good old Pedro, always willing to lend a paw. On my coffee breaks I finished off the tree. Ahead of schedule. Anyway, it was a great first day sort of back and I am definitely ready for the weekend. Work is hard.
It was a good break. I got lots accomplished if you count nothing as something and some as a lot and a lack of results as attaining goals… and of course I do.
Tonight I will end the night with some bad reality (tv) and test out some blankets and maybe write a long long thank you to all the little people that made my 14 days of iso so mandatory. Stupid. Little. People! World, here I come…
Day 13: Unlucky Day
Like the groundhog is the harbinger of spring, the Carmen has begun to emerge from her hole. Soon all will be good in the world again.
Day thirteen of enforced isolation has come and gone. I’m not sure why the overlords have imposed this penalty but it will soon be over. I look forward to cotton candy (poinsettias), walks in the greenhouses and kicking some donkey ass. So bad prose will once again cross under my mighty blue pen and verb phrases will be reduced to quivering masses of constituents. I will RULE!
And then I can show everyone my new shoes and find out who did what to whom and organize my paperclips and drink bad coffee and put my hair up and check my phone and put may hair down and argue with the boss and be right and win and crush and … oh boy!…Squirrel!
Today was an unlucky day. I didn’t get my tree done and the schedule is slipping fast; must concentrate; must be productive; must note be distracted; must Zzzzzzzzzzz
Huh, what… No that wasn’t me. I don’t nap.
I tried Homesense to work out the last of my Day 13 blues but it didn’t work. Everything was red and green. Chuck in the blues and it all just came out purpley. Blech. I guess its off to see Mr Patrone. He always makes me feel better. And sleepy.
Goodnight Day 13. You suck.
Beating Earl…
Earl’s weak attempts to beat me at a lazy man’s game… Ha I say!