Where on the Fear Scale are You?

One of the postures left available to me with the utter rejection by my lower back of all responsibilities (including not feeling like a rugby team is jumping on it), is the sitting position in front of the interweb screen and the telecast screen. So I got a lot of news yesterday. And read a lot of blogs – which is not news.  Other than Martha, much ado about the Bush ads with the images of 9/11.    Last fall I wrote about comparative fears of 9/11 terrorism or 1980 nuclear fear. Where do you stand in light of the US presidential race which at least for one side is being entirely presented in the context of 9/11? I am not really looking for a debate – just a hands up. Does it depend on your age? Your awareness of recent history? Your general fearfulness level?

For me, having lived through news coverage Vietnam, the Cold War, nuclear fear in a military city, Bhopal, Pol Pot, Three Mile Island, the Soviet Afganistan war, having eaten pizza with former Druze milita in Halifax and played soccer with Bosnian muslim soldiers in PEI, not to mention being raised by children of the Blitz, and partying in Paris in ’86 when it was being subject to a bombing spree by fundamentalist Islamics types, I simply do not see 9/11 as thesole pivotal event in my personal experience of history. It is a biggie but not the key. I think that fact may differentiate me from many others who do believe it the biggie – perhaps Ian, for example, who was there in New York.

Again, I am not interested in debate of this point so much as review of whether there is this distinction and whether it is as decisive as I am suggesting.

Seized Back just like Belfour

It is the season for injured bloggers but with the playoffs coming up that is to be expected. Think I will spend the day laying on the floor taking numbing drugs. It’ll pretty be like my 1980s, I guess.

Speaking of playoffs, there is a move afoot to continue the grand tradition of my internet hockey pool via this digital venue – really only as a link to the site of a friend who administers on a real live interactive data base what I started in 1996 or ’97 with a pad of paper and email. We will speak on that later p’raps.

We Are The People

Slide tackler, 1904

The National Portrait Gallery in London, UK, has a display, which opened ysterday, as well as an on-line presence for the “We Are The People” collection of 1000 postcards from the first half of the 1900s. We have a number of these kind of postcards produced for individuals by photograpy studios including one of my great-uncle John going off as an infantry man to be sent a bit off the norm by the trenches of WWI. They must have been a cheap way to reproduce photos to pass around to family members as none of the postcards we have were ever sent. A few more pics at the BBC. Nice jersey, not quite well left.

Blogs Fringe

Via Michael – why do people get upset when they are told that blogging is fringe, that only maybe 50,000 to 100,000 are actually writing anything on the internet semi-regularly? Having a hobby is good. Not everyone is cut out for the rough and tumble of stamp collecting or toothpick bridge building. Blogs are no different.

Oh…you thought it made you important and a mover and shaker? Oh, dear.

Java based fear

sofa slouch java

I think I ran out of coffee and forgot to pick any up. Too late now. What’ll I do in 8 hours, bleary, facing nothing but tea? Will I go to work early to get an extra mug in? If you like your boss but you go in early only because you ran out of coffee at home and not to get a start on that report…do you tell him? Can you make a pot of tea with nine bags?