The Webby Awards were awarded yesterday out of San Fran and CBC Radio 3 has won the Broadband category. You have to have broadband to get this service in both senses of the word "get". There is a lot coming at you in both sound and vision. Peter has called CBC Radio 3 and certain other CBC sites insanity developed in an "overblown, graphically intensive, non-standard, closed, proprietary fashion as to render the resources essentially useless."
I was delayed on my drive to work this morning by a parade of soldiers in battle fatigue marching up Princess Street past Market Square here in Kingston. D-Day ceremonies. It reminded me that when I was a kid in the early 70's, Dad's church in the Annapolis Valley still had WWI vets. In Scotland I would visit my great-uncle John Dobie who had delayed shell shock from his time in the trenches. I have a postcard photo of him in his battle kit from 1917. Later, when I was in highschool, the D-Day vets were my buddies older uncles all in their late 50's having a Ten Penny waiting for their burgers to be ready on a Saturday afternoon on the deck. Now - 59 years after that day - they are in their early 80's and fewer and farther between.
Dad once told me about meeting a guy in a nursing home in Dartmouth in the late 80's who was Nova Scotia Highlander in Normandy. [I think of him as Buddy MacDonald as over 37% of all Nova Scotia Highlanders were actually called Buddy MacDonald.] On the first day after Juno Beach, the lads who Hitler apparently referred to as "the Ladies from Hell" had advanced so far against the SS that they were told to halt to let the rest of the Allies catch up. His position was actually dug in beside the Germans line and he could see that the Germans troops were in their mid-teens. The officers were beating them with rifle butts to keep them to hold where there were. The beatings got worse and worse over 24 hours. Buddy couldn't handle it so when a particularly nasty and very high ranking officer showed up and threatened the cowering kids in grey, Buddy put a bullet in his temple. The German line collapsed and the Allies advanced. Reminds me who won the war. The Buddies and Ivans and Tommies and GIs. Think of one if you see one.
That's about all the Nederlands I can recall. Probably spelled all wrong. No...I can also recall weerserwachting: TV weather report. Don't forget all the w's are v's and you have to to hork when you hit the "ch".
It was '86. It was spring and I worked in the burbs of Amsterdam. Just me, my bike and all the cheese I could eat. Why do I share? Because if it weren't for the classy millions who make democracy work on a little more than a bog, we wouldn't have such a nice clock.
My buddy Jonny Archibald, MD sent me this picture he had found via the ISH today. In around 1986 or so Jon painted my Dad a picture of the same boat, The Doric, described on the postcard as twin screwed, in its later life as a frozen meat ship sailing out of Halifax harbour on a return run to the Argentine or the UK. That painting still hangs on the wall in Dad's den.
During its earlier White Star days in the 1930's, my father and his parents took a trip from Scotland to Portugal on the Doric. My father's father, the fine-named Archie McLeod, was a salesman for a high-end steering equipment manufacturing yard in Greenock, moving up an economic notch from his brothers, uncles and own father, the riveters, who worked on the south side of the Clyde between the wars and before. I think he would have been making a family holiday out of a sales trip to the Portuguese navy. Many corvettes in the North Atlantic used gear supplied through a sale by Archie. At the cottage there is a picture of the three of them smiling and standing in front of a palm tree lined Portuguese avenue happy but pasty even in black and white.
Having written this I realize that my father would advise you that I have each of the facts herein somewhat wrong to various degrees. Despite this, I would retort, it is the truth nonetheless.
Some of the best writing I have ever read on the web is that of A.A. Gill, the restaurant reviewer in the Style section of the Sunday Times of London. I had stopped reading it for the last few years due to the paper's use of a survey blocking immediate access to their site. I found him again today without the required layer of personal data extraction. Gill's most recent review contains the following passage:
A good cheese trolley was driven by an authentically Japanese-ish person. Now there’s no reason why a Japanese shouldn’t be allowed to drive French curds without supervision, except that the Japanese think fermented milk is more disgusting than licking hospital sheets.
[I am going to find my saved copy of the text of his article on being "heterogay" from the late 1990's and link to it here later.] Later. I have found it and I am renewed.
If I were a prefix these days, it seems I would want to be meta-. It is everywhere. Every writer wants to use it, every nouns wants to be near it. Trouble is I really don't know what it means when it shows up much of the time. It is one of words and aspects to language that you drift past like the names of characters in an Dostoyevsky novel - familiar enough, get the idea that its important....but just don't ask any questions, ok?
I read the following in an article in the May 26th New Yorker magazine about the troubles which are facing the New York Times over its failure to notice that one of its reporters was a better writer in fiction than non-fiction:
...when the Times makes a mistake - a big mistake, a ghastly mistake, a mistake that seems to compromise the soul of its mission - that's not just news. It's meta-news.
What does this mean? Is the point that it is news about new like metalanguage is language about language; a collection of newsiness like metabolism is about the collection of bodily functions; or a piece about the essence of news like metaphysics. Being a made up word, it is none of them. Without something approximating neat definition, meta- may become cliche and, soon thereafter...well, think "information superhighway." Just this year's mega-.
A suggestion in clarity from Lunenburg County, Nova Scotia - some. As in:
Guhd Lahd, tha's some news about that writer at the New Yahrk Toymes friggin' up.The beauty of some over meta- is that it can be properly an intensifier and an amalgamator. Both meta- and mega-. As in "some jeesley news..." and some "some friggin' jeesley news." Some goooud.
We live a short walk from Lake Ontario Park. This afternoon, we walked over with the two kiddies to watch a magic show. It was bad but the vast majority of performance for the under kindergarten set is bad, unless you are a simpering ninny who likes, say, magic tricks with obvious gaps in their trick components. So I came expecting nothing and was not disappointed.
We walked on to the swings after the "magic" was over and could hear the setting up of small band and their first few numbers. Kinda of garage. We walked down to the shore and I started recognizing a tune and Ellen started a bit of an air guitar. Led Zep, I thought. Sunday afternoon in the Park. I am at the far-end of the park and I am clearly hearing Zep.
Then...there is was. AC/DC's Highway to Hell being played by some disfunctional teens for the kiddies and grannies at the swing set. Good to hear not much has changed since Jeff Mitchell and highschool pals played George Jones shifting one each tune from twang into punk during the live stage talent contest hosted by WLBZ TV's Stacey's Country Jamborie right on Inglis Street in Truro, Nova Scotia some summer Saturday afternoon around 1982.
We walked on with the kids, humming as we went down to the Lake Ontario shore, pointing out a mother duck and some duckings swimming along.
One of the failings of the web is the lack of a way to find the right information from throughout its vast expanse. Inevitably users rely on 100 or so familiar sites for the bulk of their activity despite the millions of sites and the ba-zillions of pages with information of varying degrees of integrity.
The challenge of organizing has been with us from early web days. In the mid-90's, there was the aggregating links page, either personal or authoritative. Related was the earlier but more transient web log like What's New - grandpappy of the blogs like this. When links pages ruled the earth, there were so few pages of value that persons created pages of links organized by a topical tree: newspapers, newspapers from Poland, newspapers from Poland in English. Other than when academic or uniquely topical, These were soon overwhelmed by the volume of sites and the need for those operating to pay their rent. Ads started being added and we were soon off to the web side of the
new bubble economy.