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Archive for October 2015

Digging a Hole

Remember her? That’s Petra Laszlo, the 40-year-old Hungarian camerawoman who was captured on video kicking a 10-year-old Syrian refugee and tripping a Syrian father who had a child in his arms. Well, now she’s suing Facebook and the man she tripped. Why? you might ask. According to Laszlo, “Facebook played a major role in my situation.” There’s a Facebook group titled the “Petra Laszlo Shame Wall” that has about 10 000 […]

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An Old-Timey Treasure Chest

    From 1935-1944 the Roosevelt administration took on the largest photography project ever sponsored by the government. The idea behind the project was to provide evidence of success in New Deal initiatives, and then the project was carried on into World War II. The project amassed some 170 000 photographs which have recently been released to the public. You can see the photos on the website Photogrammar; and if […]

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Customer Relations, Canadian Style

About ten seconds after the Toronto Blue Jays made the playoffs, I ordered two t-shirts online from the Jays’ shop.   And then I waited. And I waited some more. And then I became despondent because I feared that my beloved Jays would be knocked out of the playoffs before my new t-shirts arrived. I got the email on Monday saying that they had finally been shipped. The following is the exchange […]

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Amending History

“He who controls the past controls the future. He who controls the present controls the past.” — George Orwell Maria Bertoletti Toldini was tried and convicted of witchcraft in 1716 in the Italian village of Brentonico. Now, 300 years later, she is getting a retrial. Maria was a childless widow who had a dispute with family members over an inheritance. She was in a vulnerable societal position, so her relatives took advantage and […]

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Look But Don’t Touch

  “Maybe just once, someone will call me ‘Sir’ without adding, ‘You’re making a scene.’” –Homer Simpson I feel your pain, Homer. A quarter century ago, I was making my first visit to the Edmonton Art Gallery. I was so enamoured with a particular painting that I leaned in close and brushed my fingers along the surface. I just had to feel the paint. The person I was with looked at me […]

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I have been asked to do the three-day quote challenge by dearlilyjune. I normally don’t do these kinds of things, but I had to admire the hutzpah of someone who came over and stomped all over my lawn and issued a challenge. So I thought “What the hell, I’ll give it a go.” And speaking of hell, here is the first quote: “Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav’n.” This quotation […]

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A Secret and a Grave

I dreamed that my grandfather died and in this dream it felt as though my soul were emptying out an ocean’s worth of grief. I woke up confused. I was seven years old and had met my grandfather only twice. Why would I have become so overwhelmed with sorrow for a man who, for me, was the spectre of a grandpa and not a real presence in my life? Grandpa […]

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