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Years
Two since we packed all the stuff and the kids and the cats and hit the road to come here. Didn’t get far as the transmission died in Moncton and I stayed in the Harry Potter room at Magnetic Hill. Eleven I got the gown and didn’t quite give the Queen an oath. Fourteen since a good pal died in a nasty car crash on his way home to the Prairies. Twenty soon since undergrad grad skipping the practice to have eggs on toast at the Ardmore Tea Room on Quinpool. I can still trace the arc of each of these days in my mind.
Handwritten Clock
Just saw this. Beauty.
Spaceship House
Not that far from rocket house is spaceship house…or sombrero house…or mushroom house:
They are in the same neighbourhood – maybe it was oneupsmanship circa 1898:
Her: The Smiths are building a rocket designed in the Turkish style into their house, Jim. What are we going to do? What are we going to doooooooooooooo!?!
Him: Don’t worry, honey…your turret will look like a paella dish piled high with the most famous dinner of our homeland…with a sombrero on top…maybe.
However, we must ask from their future – what price pride?
Libel Shopping
Here is another cheery story to warm the hearts of those who hear that 1960’s Coca-cola ad about teaching the world to sing when they turn on the internet in the morning [from The Star]:
Relying on a long list of legal precedents, the Post’s lawyers brought a motion to have the lawsuit dismissed on the grounds the case had no “real or substantial connection” to Ontario. Bangoura had little or no reputation in Ontario because he did not live here when the stories were published and the reporters who worked on the story were based in the U.S., Kenya and Ivory Coast. If Bangoura’s lawsuit were allowed to proceed simply because the stories had been accessible in Ontario through the Internet, it would mean that publishers worldwide would face the prospect of being dragged into other countries’ courts for libel, no matter how remote their connection to the country might be, the [Washington] Post argued. That would encourage “forum shopping” by libel plaintiffs and have a devastating impact on freedom of expression, the newspaper argued. Its lawyers, however, were not able to persuade Superior Court Justice Romain Pitt, who called the Post a major international newspaper “spoken of in the same breath as The New York Times and London Tel(e)graph,” [Ed.: really, brother, missing that “e”] whose writers influence viewpoints throughout the English-speaking world. The Post should have foreseen fallout from the stories would have followed Bangoura wherever he lived, Pitt said in a decision last year, allowing the lawsuit to proceed to trial. The Post appealed.
So you see how that works. The Washington Post is available world wide via the internet and access to the on-line version paper that embarrasses in the legal sense is enough to land that web site’s owner a court case anywhere anyone can read it as opposed to where it is published. The prospect of being libelled in the most libel-finding-friendly jurisdiction or the most libel-damages-friendly jusrisdiction arises. But then why not? Should it be where the most part of the experience of the offence occurs? Should it not be where the person offended lives? If this principle is established, it won’t be limited to on-line newspapers, either.
It all reminds me of the glorious days of first year law school contracts class and the rapt fascination we all had encountering the telex case and the question of where the contract existed for substantive and procedural jurisdiction. I can still recall the sound of that fly buzzing in the florescent lights above the 41 daydreaming heads…
Five Things
I usually do not like “memes” or viral bloggy games and tests that never cumulate or provide us with sound statistical charts but I am too lazy to stick by my usual paper standards this morning. Why? Nils has a good post following on one of these themey-thingies called 5 Things I’ve Done That You Probably Haven’t. Nils are pretty good – except that he is in the entertainment industry and a former radiohead so all his access to celebrities are cheat-a-ramas of the umpteenth degree. And frankly, Nils, anyone who has tried and failed to waterski has waterskied upside-down if only for a moment.
So what have I done? My mind is drawn to celebrity and thinks I ought to go without reference to current work related things:
- I spoke with Tony Randall in passing (who hasn’t);
- I taught Billy Bragg to play bar room shuffleboard (rehash, yawn);
- I invented the term “vitamin K” for Keiths ale (and I am sticking by that one);
- and…and…good lord…I really am dull…
See, this is why I am no good at these things. I think of things like “I didn’t really like the pie at Helen’s of Michias but really enjoyed the view and the staff’s pleasant attitude” or “I was very happy when me and my grannie-in-law did shooters the night the Jays won the World Series”. So, if you know me, please tell me what I did that makes me as cool as Nils. Hmmm. I did participate in the invention of the one-afternoon game called “bumball” where five-a-side boot a soccer ball high in the air towards the other team and one of them has to trap the ball only with their arse without falling at which time the entire group shouts “BUMBAAAALLLL” as loudly as they can. It was undergrad and it was just before, during or after happy hour…I think.
Bonus comment worth saving:
– March 7, 2005 7:29 PM
Cricket Action
Portland is right. We need a new topic and I say make it cricket!
Taufeeq Umar, dismissed for 37
in Pakistan’s 165-5 at stumps on day one
All we need are white linen suits, gin and a common beastial private school upbringing. Did we have any of that back in Truro?
Referral Spam Break
Just like that. It stopped at 3:57 pm today. It’s like a three-day storm breaking and the house getting quiet. I can actually see real referrals now like this one linking to my posting about the Canadian courts getting the point about anti-Roma hate crime. That referring site has my favorite Gen X at 40 related comment so far:
Big thank you to Fabrizio for the link!
I’d like to thank all the Fabrizios. Except those in the referral spam industry. It is an industry, right?
Not much later: back on at 7:19 pm. Dernnnnit.
Five Things
I usually do not like “memes” or viral bloggy games and tests that never cumulate or provide us with sound statistical charts but I am too lazy to stick by my usual paper standards this morning. Why? Nils has a good post following on one of these themey-thingies called 5 Things I’ve Done That You Probably Haven’t. Nils are pretty good – except that he is in the entertainment industry and a former radiohead so all his access to celebrities are cheat-a-ramas of the umpteenth degree. And frankly, Nils, anyone who has tried and failed to waterski has waterskied upside-down if only for a moment.
So what have I done? My mind is drawn to celebrity and thinks I ought to go without reference to current work related things:
- I spoke with Tony Randall in passing (who hasn’t);
- I taught Billy Bragg to play bar room shuffleboard (rehash, yawn);
- I invented the term “vitamin K” for Keiths ale (and I am sticking by that one);
- and…and…good lord…I really am dull…
See, this is why I am no good at these things. I think of things like “I didn’t really like the pie at Helen’s of Michias but really enjoyed the view and the staff’s pleasant attitude” or “I was very happy when me and my grannie-in-law did shooters the night the Jays won the World Series”. So, if you know me, please tell me what I did that makes me as cool as Nils. Hmmm. I did participate in the invention of the one-afternoon game called “bumball” where five-a-side boot a soccer ball high in the air towards the other team and one of them has to trap the ball only with their arse without falling at which time the entire group shouts “BUMBAAAALLLL” as loudly as they can. It was undergrad and it was just before, during or after happy hour…I think.
Free
It’s freedom night on my TV apparently. CBC plays A Bug’s Life – yea, kill the grasshoppers – and then the less happily ended Braveheart – yea, kill the English…oops – and flip to PBS’s Austin City Limits and it is the Polyphonic Spree (warning – the best and most appropriate use of introductory flash pages ever), a seduction of 1968 Jesus freaking Godspellishness meeting an echo of Supertramp, followed by the band Ozomatli which “meshes traditional Latin rhythms with modern hip hop blending in Middle Eastern and African beat.”
I think I need a cup of joe before bed just to straighten my head out. Whew!
this is so much showing off. it’s a matter of time until we get to the most unusal places we’ve had sex. it’s only a matter of time until this blog becomes some sad facimile of the newlywed game if nils keeps name dropping and you tell that tired old billy bragg story one more time in your life. y’all get over yourselves. and, by the way when i met jane siberry, i said “holy fuck, you’re jane siberry!”, the same thing i said to stompin tom, only it was “holy fuck you’re stompin tom!” you see how silly this is? you see what you made me all do. this is madness. let’s move on.