Share Your Regret

Sometimes there is nothing as dreary – or is it dour – as being Canadian and I think this featurette from the newly minted “Life” section in now extraordinarily baldy laid out national newspaper of Toronto The Globe and Mail yesterday exemplifies the point neatly:

Big or small, life altering or seemingly insignificant, lasting or fleeting – our regrets are a part of who we are.

Share your regret…

Why don’t they just ask people to count the number of pens almost out of ink in the kitchen drawer and share that, too. Maybe that one is being held in reserve for a bit of punch for the slow news dog days of summer.

Personal Interactive Website?

Noted in passing, what exactly do the editors at The Toronto Star do when they are not thinking of new ways to describe things?

A Toronto man doggedly working the Internet has put together the route his sister took up to the day she mysteriously disappeared in Syria. Matthew Vienneau, an information technology consultant, created a personal interactive website, or blog, to learn from other travellers where his sister Nicole was, what she was wearing and where she was going.

If you don’t know what a blog is, would you really need anything more than “website” to relate to the less techie?

Barbara Pym

I rarely read fiction any more. And I don’t think I can point to a favorite author in that part of literature where there are no references to beer or brewing. Well, this does allow me to read Inspector Morse mysteries as that character is never seen consuming solid food, preferring a quick pint followed by a slower one as a means of problem solving.

But I read this yesterday about an eccentric British novelist called Barbara Pym who died 27 years ago. Usually I find good eccentric writing mainly in the form of essays. Right now I am reading Starkness at Noon by Richard Boston which is a collection of his pieces from The (Manchester) Guardian from the mid-90s. And, oh, he was involved in the establishment of CAMRA to some degree in the 1970s so there is that, too. He appears to be the opposite of Pym in many ways – mainly a bit rough around the edges – but one cannot pick and choose amongst one’s eccentrics. But they both seem to have an interest in personal quirks and foibles. And I do have that whole problem with watching Heartbeat on TVO. Yet I am prepared to only get page ten…depending on the beverage references.

Stats Are A Mug’s Game

Expressing the results of a statistical survey is a tediuos and difficult thing to do yet it is the stuff of bloggers dreams, rife with the opportunity to point the finger of accusation and scream “BIAS! BIAS!!!” without any recourse to any foothold in reality. Yet this statement leaves me wondering about the use of “but”:

A quarter of those surveyed feel their organization “walks the talk” when it comes to work-life balance but only 29 per cent feel their employer truly cares about their work-life balance.

Never minding the fact that an employer really cannot “truly care” unless you are the employee of a sole proprietor, would not a 25% part of a whole be smaller than a 29% part of the same whole, indicating that 4% more employees feel kindly about the acts of the boss than those who hear the words of the boss? Ought not the dour “but” be a hopeful “yet”?

I am so confused I need you to comment.

Friday Not Going Postal Chatfest

An interesting week for we and Canada Post. One day a package that hardly registered for weight within province was taken for posting and the clerk said “eight bucks.” “Eight bucks! Forget it. Give it to her next time we visit.” On another day, two packages with identical size and identical content were taken to Canada Post, one going to Philadelphia (ten hours drive, in another country) and one to Toronto (two hours drive, in my province.) The Toronto package cost a buck more. My world has turned upside-down.

  • Via John, I learned about Yorkshire forced indoor rhubarb. There used to be a show on PBS called The Victorian Garden and there was an entire episode about forcing houses where vegetables and fruits were grown and kept through the winter. I always wanted to live on pale homegrown foods.
  • Check out footnote nine on page six of this .pdf copy of a Canadian Senate Committee Report on border security. They want to allow us to bring back up to $2,000 bucks a day from the US including hooch, booze and other sippables. This is new information to me and changes my otherwise dim view of the legislative body. Imagine the right to pop over to Alex Bay for a 2-4 of Thousand Island Pale Ale. Imagine.
  • What has the Internet really done for us? I think it is fair to say that the idle magazine reader question is a valid concern. It has been a long time since I bought thirty bucks worth of magazines to go through on a Saturday morning. In fact, I cut back all magazine buying to just Sports Illustrated. I like pictures.
  • This is as important a transitional weekend as Labour Day. By the next one of these bullet points comes into being, there will be an NCAA champion crowned and the baseball season will be in full swing. The bulbs are popping up in the garden and if there is any drying out I may stick a shovel in the ground. I need to thing about seeds and which tomato to grown. Think Stokes and Vesey’s.

Not much today. These are the times of plenty. I am doing real things in real time. I have a real time life in many ways.

Warning: Business Writer Having Fun

I have never embraced the idea that one should not say anything if you have nothing nice to say. This is the ethic of the charlatan and the git. This is not to say that one should not use good manners as problems are honestly surveyed. Yet one has to admire the particular gusto with which this Toronto Star writer takes on the tale of the ending of corporate thingie BCE announced yesterday:

…The die may have been cast in the gradual decline of a great company on April 28, 1983, when Ma Bell was reinvented as BCE by then-Bell CEO Albert Jean de Grandpré. Bored by the regulated phone business, the trained lawyer and erstwhile classmate of Pierre Trudeau at Montreal’s Jean de Brebeuf College refocused one of North America’s most consistently well-run phone utilities away from its core business. His almost comically maladroit diversification campaign took Bell into natural gas pipelines, a trust company, women’s magazine publishing, banknote and other commercial printing, office towers and shopping centres in Canada and the United States and far-flung cable operations in the United States and Britain.

De Grandpré’s successors were left with the unenviable task of unloading that grab-bag of troubled assets at an enormous loss. But Jean Monty, CEO in the 1990s, was the equal to de Grandpré as an ambitious and ill-starred empire builder, snapping up fibre-optic giant Teleglobe Inc., CTV Inc. and The Globe and Mail, and leaving it to Sabia to endure huge writeoffs on Teleglobe, Bell Canada International Inc. and other chronic red-ink generators.

Feckless diversification takes its toll in two ways…

I think that is what someone having fun looks like.

The Day of Fri Is When There Is Chat

What a week – a blur. I swear I was 27 when it started and now I have kids
and a mortgage. Thing I learned? Buying gifts for a kids party was easier when
they were two. You can buy an old shoe and stick some red masking tape on it and
a two-year old would be happy. Now they have taste and ideas. I am doomed.

  • Rummy Update: You know I am a Powellista so find these things Rummy says funny in a really sad and depressing funny kinda way:

    “Many of the terrorists who have not been killed or captured are on the run. They have lost their sanctuary in Afghanistan. And they have lost a supporter in Iraq, which paid $25,000 to the families of suicide bombers…”

    The observation I would make is that the actions the Canadian Forces have made in Afghanistan in the last few weeks to clear an area of the Taliban happened “about 15 kilometres southwest of Kandahar city” and so far “about 65 per cent of the contested area, measuring perhaps four kilometres by five kilometres, has been formally cleared of insurgents.” I am a big booster of what our Canadian Forces are doing there but characterizing what has happening so far after almost five years of continuing warfare as a “loss of sanctuary” in a country of 652,225 square kilometres is not quite an accurate statement.

  • I came across a blog by an English Magistrate, including this
    post
    complaining that not enough prosecutions are being brought before
    her/him for short-pouring beer. That is my kinda judge.

  • Everytime I read articles like this about Alberta’s
    oil windfall
    I get the giggles over the twit that argued the difference
    between Alberta and the rest of Canada was not the largest oil deposit in the
    universe but the prevalence of socialism elsewhere.

  • I just finished Pete Brown’s book Three Sheets to the Wind. I have to
    do a proper review over at A Good Beer Blog after fellow beer blogger Knut of Norway and I pose the author some
    questions. I reviewed his last book here. This one
    is even better – a romp around the world to figure out how each culture includes
    beer.

  • Was yesterday the day that lame duck
    began in the US presidency?

    Democrats are rapt spectators, however, shielded by
    the stern opposition to the president being expressed by three Republicans with
    impeccable credentials on military matters: Senators John McCain of Arizona,
    John W. Warner of Virginia and Lindsey Graham of South Carolina. The three were
    joined on Thursday by Colin L. Powell, formerly the secretary of state and the
    chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, in challenging the administration’s
    approach.

    It is one of those rare Congressional moments when the policy is as
    monumental as the politics.

    When you look ahead, the road to
    January 2009 could be a very long and weird path. That being said, Democrat Eliot Spitzer, the next Governor of
    NY, has really good TV ads. The public good as a matter of responsibility – who
    knew? If I were in the southern sector of Easlakia, I could see myself getting
    involved.

  • Say
    it ain’t so, Dog
    .

  • How to identify when you have a Jr. B pope on your
    hands. And get in line, Islamic world. He was giving
    us the gears
    last week. Time again for the Avenging Lumberjacks of the
    Reformation, Canada’s moderate protestant underground based in the Yukon, to
    come out of the shadows of the forest to take a stand.

Well, that is
enough for now. What to look forward to this weekend? Syracuse at Illinois
Saturday at noon if you have the 37 billion channel universe. Sox and Yankees if
you like human sacrifice.

Rob Moves Past The Tipping Point

Rob has written something very interesting and has packed in his faith that a tipping point is coming. I suppose my first inclination to find this interesting is based on the fact that I have never been a tipping-pointer or a dichotomist. The world and human participation in it is too complex. But the human perception and reaction to the world often is not. Because we like to sift for clues and establish principles mainly to give us comfort and get us through the day.

You only have to look at the reaction in Canadian political blogs over the war in Lebanon to witness the drive to simplify and give oneself comfort. Canada has a large Lebanese population in the area of the bombing and shelling so the natural reaction is to distance ourselves from their Canadian-ness as the reason for the bombing is justified. So these citizens for some become “Canadians of convenience.” Both sides in the conflict have endured misery for decades but as it is too hard to carry the weight in ourselves for all of them, we pick a side and give more validity to the life and death of a baby born to one side or another…but not both. With the news this morning of the death of a Canadian soldier at a UN post under Isreali bombardment, I am now bracing to read some fool say that it was somehow the fault of the generic boogieman socialism or even the fault of that soldier at his or her post – look out for the obscenity “heh, peacekeeper“. There is no end to what one can think when one has abandoned shame in favour of the need to simplify and justify for our own comfort.

But it is not only in crisis that we see this and, if you pardon the illustrative diversion above, that is where Rob has found himself:

Until very recently, I thought that the rules of the adoption curve or the Tipping Point would apply and that eventually everyone would “get it.” I no longer believe this to be true. I see no signs of any airline other than AMR going the Southwest Culture route. I see no signs of the US or Israeli military matching their asynchronous opponents. I see no signs of the Commercial media other than Murdoch making a shift to true particpation.

Interestingly, and to continue with the tangents, the same sort of idea struck me when I was reading Brewing Up A Business by Sam Calagione of the rightfully praised Dogfish Head brewery of Delaware. Throughout the book, which is more about being an entrepreneur than about the beer, the basic question is asked “how can I make the customer happy though my product?” The thing is your product will make the customer happy and it will also not. It will not provide complete happiness as the same customer will also like other beers – even maybe PBR at certain moments – or chewing gum or watching CSI reruns or junky used cars. But that complexity is not really the interest of the entrepreneur – all that matters is that entrepreneur’s success. This means addressing the particular need of the customer…but not all need.

Back to Rob, that is why there will never be a tipping point given a slow set of changes like the internet provides – and digitization and optic fibre and other innovations of the late 20th century before it. Most people will still like postcards, the telephone and email. Many people will still like to pay cash at the grocery for milk even if they are prepared to use paypal on eBay or give their credit card to Amazon. Many will kick at the wonder that is western-style socialism which they blame for everything (including in large part their own failings of imagination) and yet rush to the emergency room with a rough cough whipping out the medicare card, demanding service now. Many will consider their own children different than those dying in the Congo or Iraq or Lebanon. Because we are too complex and have to deal with ourselves in a too complex world.

So what does this mean for Rob? It is right that some will get it as only some get anything. Everyone gets something just that much of what is gotten has no commerical, social or political value. It is what we each like because it is what we are each like. Some apparently do not even get the fact that the Blue Jays are worth disliking. But if you get all that there is a way to get ahead…and not just by getting a hat. It has something to do with accepting the inherent belief system described above and how it provides infinite choice among all the variables to grant the dignity of singularity…and the Jays sucking.

Geez

I can be rash. I have bought suits without putting them on. I think. I have only bought two suits. Anyway, Blork mentioned Geez magazine and I subscribed for 25 bucks. That is about 125% of a large La Chouffe at Volo when you add tax and tip. For a year’s worth of a bunch of ideas that is good value maybe. Good value maybe is usually a decent test for me. And my magazine subscriptions are at a low ebb having at least four named here lapse.

How Odd, Leah

How odd:

My own problem with the blogosphere is not that it’s selling out to the mainstream, but that most of it is spectacularly boring. The dominant quality is tedium: writers without editors, fact-checkers or paying subscribers to keep them in check. As Butterworth succinctly puts it: “If the pornography of opinion doesn’t leave you longing for an eroticism of fact, the vast wasteland of verbiage produced by the relentless nature of blogging is the single greatest impediment to its seriousness as a medium.”

Given that I basically agree with that quotation (despite its horrendous, overly ripened condition) as recent discussions will confirm, I was saddened by the reference to David Eddie, author of the excellent Chump Change of about a decade ago:

But this doesn’t hold up in all cases. Take my friend and peer David Eddie. A Toronto-based novelist, journalist and screenwriter, Eddie maintains a blog at http://www.davideddie.com even though he invariably has several other professional writing projects on the go. When I ask him (slightly incredulously) why on Earth he would bother to write down his opinions for free, he shrugs. “It’s a good way to limber up. You get up in the morning, fire up a blog, write the thing in 15 minutes and then you know what’s on your mind. I think it was Nabokov who said, ‘How do I know what’s on my mind until I write it down?’ “

Unfortunately, the fact checkers failed this time to note that Mr. Eddie’s blog has been dead since Monday, October 17, 2005. What is the word for the status of one’s limber if not upped for four months?

Never mind. Soon it will be again as retro hip to say you blog as it is now to say they are worthless.