“As good a friend, as good a master and as good a man as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town or borough in the good old world.”
The Aga Khan, you ask?
No. Those words describe one Ebenezer Scrooge. “He did it all,” it was said in 1843 of the renowned businessman and philanthropist, “and infinitely more.”
Today, one might therefore expect the name Scrooge to be associated with the most generous among us.
Consider as well, as the new year kicks into gear, the fate of one Mr. Grinch, who in Whoville is remembered for his community spirit and for carving a mean roast beast. You, however, are more likely to know him merely as the “mean one.” Continue reading
Good news! I finally remembered my password!
I have toyed with that as one possible explanation for my year-long (!) absence from this here blog. If you like it, we’ll go with it. I have others. Like, um… Don’t pay the ransom! I have escaped!
I know it has been a while. I confess I have not fully kept up with events since my most recent post but I trust: President Clinton is doing great things for America; Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates is still packing ’em in at theatres; Carey Price led the Habs to Stanley Cup victory; Canada’s antiquated “first-past-the-post” electoral system is dead; and, O.J. Simpson is continuing his dogged pursuit of the real killer.
Me? Not much. You?
I have missed the first two nights of the city’s gargantuan summer music festival. In the process, or so I’m told, I have been denied a “quiet” set by Joe Jackson and an “interesting” set by
Dave Davies Noel Gallagher.
I am determined that I will not miss a set by The Cult I anticipate will be neither quiet nor interesting.
It will, however, be wet. A day’s worth of precipitation has done the ground here at Le Breton Flats no favours. And here she comes again.
Indeed, as the 8 p.m. showtime approaches it has if anything gathered strength.
This joke isn’t funny anymore. Continue reading
I awoke this morning to a reminder that, today, people around the world will “celebrate” the anniversary of the death of William Shakespeare.
Cause for celebration? Many a high-school student may think so. Yet, surely, when it comes to loss of life, our celebratory spirit should be reserved for, say, the anniversary of the death of Hitler, or Cortés. Maybe Elvis, but that is more of a death-and-resurrection situation.
Yet death is much on our minds these days. The one certainty in life, it continues to shock. Ever more so, it seems. Continue reading
This morning, while I was waiting for a friend to stitch our car together one more time, I had an opportunity to sift through a local paper. Indeed, I gave three days’ worth of said paper a thorough going-over as I waited. And let me tell you, it was 10 minutes well spent.
For one thing, I learned that musicians are not getting rich via streaming. I had no idea. Steven Page noted that the regular income generated by his Barenaked Ladies recordings is today “much smaller than it once was” a few years ago. Continue reading