This is what happens when I start wandering around Youtube. I run into videos that I would NO WAY post on Facebook!
Okay, I am no longer on Facebook. But if I WERE still on Facebook, I wouldn't post this. Because I have (okay HAD! Jesus!) little friends there
who really shouldn't be acknowledging to their parents that they came by the video via good ol' Unka Mikey.
Hey. It's not like I'm Tom Flanagan, or anything. But there is a certain amount of freedom that comes with knowing that
nobody will see this without LOOKING for it.
But should it happen that somebody DOES take exception to anything I post here, I will take their concerns seriously, and will
Meantime, Louis C.K. Awesome Possum.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Not a big fan of the Oscars. For one thing, they don't end until two hours after my bedtime.
I was a little more interested this year (thought not interested enough to stay up past my bedtime) since I
had actually seen a couple of the movies.
But as a result of bailing on the Oscars and opting instead for bed, I missed seeing this interview. If I had known it was
coming up, I MIGHT have stayed up to watch it!
THIS is how you handle an interview with honesty, humility, grace and humour.
Mark me down as a BIG Jennifer Lawrence fan!
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Hope to see you there.
Hope to BE there!
When: March 3, 2013 at 1 PM
Where: Elks Hall - Queen Street, Raymore, Saskatchewan
The legal case to recover the farmer-owned Canadian Wheat Board:
Stewart Wells, Friends of the CWB
Kyle Korneychuk, former elected CWB Director
The view from Ottawa:
Malcom Allan, MP
The Hon. Ralph Goodale, MP
Ruth Ellen Brosseau, MP (tentative)
Privatization of farmer-owned seed genetics: Bill Gehl, Chair, CWBA
Foreign ownership of farmland: The Saskatchewan situation:
Kathy Sproule, MLA
The International context: Matt Gehl, NFU
The social context: Dr. Jim Harding, retired professor of environmental and justice studies, University of Saskatchewan.
UPDATE!! They're going to serve supper at 5 pm. Cost you twenty bucks. But you have to email them, prior to 5 pm Friday March 1st if you want in on it.
No shit. Where have we heard this before? And why is it that we must drag the harperland bozos into court every time they cross the lines of decency, morality, legality, or simple common sense in order to right the scales?
WHY must we continually and continuously have to haul our elected representatives into court in order for them to do what they should be doing anyway?
And why is it that we can condone - indeed, BLESS, a four-billion-dollar-a-year subsidy to the oil industry, while denying treatment to the poorest of the poor - someone who has arrived on our doorsteps begging our compassion?
Why do our pigs-in-the-trough Senators fly first class while kids die on our doorsteps?
And why do so many of my so-called Christian friends find this situation not only acceptable, but defendable and promotable?
I'm not a Christian, so I stand to be corrected, but just where in the bible did Christ say, "Me for me and screw you Charlie."?
And if you found someone lying, bleeding, by the side of the road, would you (assuming you actually pulled over to check on them) ask for their passport before you called 911?
(I apologize for the tone of this posting. But - in case it's not already sufficiently obvious - I'm pissed off.)
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
"I sail by stubborn stars, let rocks take heed,
and should I sink ... then sinking be my creed!"
This reminds me of a quote. I don't remember who said it, and I can't quote it word for word, but some lady somewhere, sometime, was reflecting on her high school years, and remembering
the beauty queen, the miss popularity, the pretty cheerleader who went steady with the quarterback of the high school football team, but who had, in later years, fallen upon hard times.
In high school, she was envied and admired by all. She had the world by the tail no pun intended.
But the quote, if only I could find it or remember it, was to the effect that after all these years, she - and we - should have known that she was sitting on her groceries.
Gronlid lost another good man yesterday. He died as he had lived - among friends, and helping out.
Godspeed, Rob. It was a privilege to know you.
BTW, THIS is the poem I was looking for when I found "For A Good Dog".
People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People look
At them with eyes that wonder when ?
People watch with unshocked eyes;
But the old men know when an old man dies.
- Ogden Nash
Rob, you were not an old man. It was too soon.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Sunday Morning Services for Slackers.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
C'mon baby. It's Saturday night. Let's do the stroll.
My little dog ten years ago
Was arrogant and spry,
Her backbone was a bended bow
For arrows in her eye.
Her step was proud, her bark was loud,
Her nose was in the sky,
But she was ten years younger then,
And so, by God, was I.
Small birds on stilts along the beach
Rose up with piping cry,
And as they flashed beyond her reach
I thought to see her fly.
If natural law refused her wings,
That law she would defy,
For she could do unheard-of things,
And so, at times, could I.
Ten years ago she split the air
To seize what she could spy;
Tonight she bumps against a chair,
Betrayed by milky eye.
She seems to pant, Time up, time up!
My little dog must die,
And lie in dust with Hector's pup;
So, presently, must I.
- Ogden Nash
*in memory, too, of Bryan Streeton, who once said to me, "The more I get to know people, the more I love my dog."
Friday, February 22, 2013
It's a little early, but what the hell. Let's go. Welcome to the weekend kiddies. The Heathens, man ... my old standby.
Friday, February 22, 2013
During a recent trip, a taxi driver in Saskatoon told us of an incident a year or so ago when he was beaten up by his fares, and subsequently spent three months in hospital recovering from his injuries.
He no longer drives the night shift.
Driving taxi at night is a hazardous occupation, whether you are driving in Saskatoon
or Vegas. Particularly at 4 a.m., it seems ...
(Okay, I have started to peck away at it again after a haitus of about 20 years.)
But I watch this, and I am in awe.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
In an attempt to explain the effect my withdrawal from Facebook might have on the Facebook faithful, and the world at large, I made reference to this poem that I ran across when I was a teenager.
I tried to find it a while ago using search engines, and came up empty. I tried again today, and I found it: There Is No Indispensable Man