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Given that it has no posts as of 9 am Friday the 5th despite being up for days, no comments functionality (gee, I guess he doesn't care what you think) and it's by a classic high-spending, deficit-riding Tory whose model is apparently John Bucannan, how can PEI's Premier Pat Binn's campaign blog not be the worst in the world?
You can expect a new entry every day so bookmark this site and we will see you on the campaign trail....yea, see ya...
The darlings of those with inherited wealth and shares in big tobacco have done it again. The Fraser Institute has out done its call for a flat income tax - an idea raised in the late 1800s when children were chained to industrial machinery and consistently rejected by even the most hardened and twisted Tory since. It now has declared that "Public Auto Insurance Causes More Deaths". [Hmmm...have they thought to research a paper on how deregulated private business causes more deaths? Doubt it.]
Anyway, I am not suggesting that [...well, I am not considering whether...] they have the facts wrong on where and why driving deaths occur but the talking head pushed out the door to talk to inordinately present CBC cameras on TV tonight seemed to be indicating that if car insurance rates reflected actual risk, those engaging in higher risk driving would be given pause not to engaging in car totaling traffic accidents if they paid more to a private company [umm...like those that fund the Fraser Institute.] I think what was being said was if my insurance were to be $2400 a year to a private insurer instead of, say, $1800 to a public one, I am going to give myself a good hard look in the mirror and tell me to drive more safely. Well, no doubt a dreary few are that...er... sensible. Then again, if I:
- have bought a $30,000 car on $500 per month payments;
- spend $200.00 a month on gas, oil, car washes and cool rear view mirror baubles; and
- drop $100.00 a month on a second set of winter tires and rims and other odds and ends
My facination with things Brunel grows. This image appeared on the BBCi site this morning, the hulk of the ship which laid the Trans-Atlantic cable, the greatest ship before the Titanic, rotting near Liverpool in 1889.
Apparently the BBC is running a series on great events of the industrial age with an entire show dedicated to the Great Eastern. We'll maybe see it on A&E in 2008.
On the BBC site right now there is a gallery at the link above. At the gallery there the following description of the time of the photo:
At the end of its days, in August 1888, having been used as a fairground and advertising hoarding, the fate of the Great Eastern was sealed when it was sold for scrap. Deconstruction work on the ship started on 1 January 1889, on the banks of the Mersey. Taking the iron hull apart was a matter of brute force, and over the next two years men chiselled, levered and hammered its plates apart until there was nothing left.My great-grandfather McLeod and others, great-uncles and the more distant, were riveters and other forms of ship builders on the Clyde before WWII so such stuff has always facinated me. My own grandfather fell out with his steel moving brothers when he moved into ship steering gear sales before that war.
When we traded in the two cars for the new one, I also got a bike which I am using at the ungodly hour of 6:30 am to get up to speed for using to go the three miles or so to work. Heeding Steve's warnings, I bought a bike which I would not mind being stolen from Canadian Tire, the Supercycle 1500 15-speed Men's/Boys MTB, for $109 bucks. It is blue and it goes.
What I had forgotten - in the 12 years since I sold my Peugeot LRC to Bruce for a pittance, bought five years before that from Jack Nauss's on Windsor Street in Halifax after I sold my 74 Super Beetle - is that I love riding a bike. Talk about playing games: images of bombing around on my orange Supercycle one speed banana seat bike in 1973 flood back. Using the sissy bar behind me as a carry-all, raming my baseball glove down on the top, jamming a baseball bat through it. Your lunch box slid down the handle bars where it would clunk one knee as you peddled along. Reverie stops right after the seat flips up unnoticed during a sweat-inducing 2% incline. Hello.
- The Greens are a great place to park a vote by someone who has never backed a winner. Website - practical and useful. They have no hope in hell of winning a seat and say all the things no one else says. Who knows? I just bought a bike and sold my car so anything is possible.
- The NDP have a great website and the leader who best expresses the policies of the party. It's the grassroots that worries me - the flannelled boomers in Volvos who may make hard decision-making hard.
- The Liberals should win but their website speaks to their present nature: square, cluttered, unfocused and too focused on a (perceived) weak leader.
This week reminds me of a week 22 years ago which I could hardly recall a week later. Rather than regail you with tales of drinking in 1981 [which I can do if you really want me to...but no one does] let's consider what the Biggest of Als (a.k.a. Smaller than Some, Bigger than Most) learned and continues to benefit from frosh week:
- One or two pals of mine, met that week, still perform much the same mating ritual that they did then. It does not work.
- The song "Black Velvet Band" will stick in the mind for decades even though it is sung by a poor excuse of an Irish band and heard through a beery haze.
- The saying "you spend your second term getting rid of the friends you made in your first term" is not necessarily true. Most of my friends now were present during that frosh week or subsequent ones. One was met when I carried him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes to his bed his frosh week during one of my campus police shifts.
- The excitement I felt the during first meeting of my undergrad Foundation Year classes has rarely been matched, even during the classes within the subsequent few weeks. First, I thought I was on to a great explosion of opportunity. Soon after, I realized I was listening to someone read the book to me. Attendence at future classes soon moved to my 33% average thought 7 years of non-distance university.
Ian's point - about social scientists being worried about people who played video games in 1980 still enjoying video games in 2003 (do fans of baseball or hockey cause them such fear?) - reminds me of all those folk who wonder where the Spanish speakers came from in SW USA, forgetting that when you annex a chunk of a country it comes with people included. People stick around and pretty much do what they did when they first started doing it. I suppose this means my kids will be moaning "oh, no not The Clash again, Dad" from the back seat when they hit their teen years. There is hope, however, as one is already playing Asteroids.
You may have noticed I am not camping in New York or attending Bread Day at the state fair. Colds have struck. So I am rummaging.
The gent to the left is Andy Blair who in June '29 was enjoying his first summer as a NHL player after finishing his rookie year with the Leafs. My grannie-in-law, then Evelyn Whillans, his 1st cousin, took the photo as a 13 year old spending some of her teen years in Liverpool. I wonder what the building behind him is. Later Blair would provide the Whillans Saturday night tickets including the opening of Maple Leaf Gardens as well as the longest NHL game in history. Her father, a minister, kept getting up to go saying that it was crazy, that he had a sermon to give in a few hours, only to sit back down at the roar for another close play.
Another five cousins, all Drydens of some relation, made the NHL including Murray Murdoch (Rangers left wing: '26-'37, then coach at Yale for about 30 years) who I spoke with on the phone about a year before he passed away as the then oldest NHL alumnist, a very sharp mind in its late 90's. Murdoch grew up in Winnipeg and said he was the best player in the City until Blair, two years younger, showed up during the depression. Both played for the University of Manitoba in the early 20's.
Grannie-in-law also relates being at the front of Maple Leafs Gardens with another cousin, Syl Apps (the kinda gawky 17 year old in the white pants to your right, my left) and Blair the day Apps signed for the Leafs. Blair, an All-Star for the Leafs in '34, was telling him to sign anywhere but Toronto as they treated players badly. Apps started his Leafs rookie year in 1936 after representing Canada at the Berlin Olympics. Blair was traded for cash to the Blackhawks on 7 May 1936. I wonder if the windows were open a few floors up.
In the 1936-'37 season, three cousins played on three teams: Leafs, Hawks and Rangers (two All-Stars, three Cup winners, one Calder and Bing and another the first Lester Patrick winner). In the early 70's three (two being brothers) played again for three teams - the Sabres, Habs and Penguins: Dryden, Dryden, Apps (all All-Stars but not in together in one year...and one also earned some hardware).
I was scanning the scans just now and came across a picture from 1986 in the driveway of the Bridgewater Anglican rectory when Wally and I were two of a bunch of single guys none of whom had many responsibilities in the world. When we got together last Thursday, we brought ten at the table with spouses, kids and a neice. Wall still has his '73 bug, a couple of engines and many other major parts replaced later. Mine was way cooler, a 74 Super Beetle with a sunroof but, alas, in its heart a beater with a date with the salvage yard not long after.