Kudos to Charlottetown City Councillor Philip Brown for calling on his colleagues to enact a ban on cosmetic pesticides within the city limits.
Civic “beauty” at the expense of our collective health is absurd. Council should show leadership on this issue and move immediately.
Show your support to Councillor Brown by sending him an email.
While you’re at it, you might thank him for being the only member of council to publish his email address.
I just got home from taping a piece for the CBC Prince Edward Island MainStreet programme’s My Music segment on Curtis Driedger. It should air this afternoon.
The first time I read a book about a trip around the world — Who Needs a Road? — I ended up making contact with the author, Harold Stephens, became friends at a distance, and visited him and his family in Bangkok.
I am, what you might call, an involved reader of around the world odysseys.
My most recent around the world read is The Seven Year Hitch: A Family Odyssey.
While Harold did his trip in a Toyota Land Cruiser, the Grant family made theirs in a horse-drawn caravan. And they made their voyage about 30 years later.
While perhaps a more daunting challenge in many ways — keeping a horse alive and healthy, along with engaging the lives of three kids and a wife (who doesn’t really want to be on the trip, it quickly develops) appears somewhat more difficult than keeping a Land Cruiser on the road — Harold’s tale is the more interesting of the two: he got into more scrapes, had more adventures, and is a more interesting writer.
The Hitch book really fades out in the home stretch — the journey from California to Halifax, and across the ocean home to Scotland is covered in very brief form, especially compared to sections like “our time in Slovenia,” which go on at great length about the minutae of everyday life. Perhaps the author was in a hurry? Or maybe North America isn’t all that interesting.
Although I’m not prompted to hitch up the wagon, I am interested in finding more contemorary “travel around the world books.” An Amazon.ca search turns up a couple of interesting looking books (along with lots of less useful ones like Do’s and Taboos Around the World for Women in Business).
If you know of others, please drop me a line.
I went looking for information about the Canada Fitness program today, and I couldn’t find anything. Perhaps it’s dead?
During my elementary school years, each spring we were forced to engage in a set of fitness tests — chin-ups and running figured prominently — and based on our individual results, we were awarded either a bronze, silver, gold or the “Award of Excellence.” Or, if you were like me, you received none of the above and instead were “awarded” a small plastic “participation pin.”
Although it’s hard not to laud any program that endeavoured to make us all more fit, I can’t think of any one effort in my time inside the walls of formal education that did more to turn me off physical activity.
Presumably the theory went that we down in the dregs of the participation pin ghetto were supposed to strive to better ourselves, with hopes that one day we could become bronze, silver, gold, or “excellent.”
In practice, we all thought the program silly and perhaps mean-spirited, for it seemed to rate natural abilities more than anything else. And, heck, we couldn’t do anything about that. Not quite eugenics. But not as far off as I’d like, either.
I’ve written in this space before about the Formosa Tea House (2001, 2002).
And now they’ve gotten bigger.
Fueled by space abandoned by The Reading Well after its flight east to Water Street, the Formosa Tea House on University Avenue has busted through the back wall and opened up a very nice, bright space with five additional tables.
I’m constantly amazed by the blind spot my contemporaries have for that stretch of University Avenue between Kent and FItzroy that the Formosa Tea House calls home. It is, admitedly, not the prettiest part of our city. But in the decade we’ve been here it has gotten much better. Somehow decades of neglect means that many Islanders appear to simply look straight ahead when driving up University, and so when I try to describe to them where the Tea House is, they get a deep and profound blank look on their faces.
So here is a detailed set of directions: go to the corner of Kent and University (translation to diehard Islanders: “go to the corner of Kent and Great George”). Stand in front of where Sam the Record Man and CFCY used to be. Walk out University towards the outskirts of town. You will pass Comic Hunter, an antique shop, Fergie’s Barbershop, the Taj Mahal restaurant and the space formerly occupied by The Reading Well. Stop. You are now at the entrance to the Formosa Tea House. There is a small porch with pine trim and astroturf carpeting at the entrance.
The hours of operation are 11:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. Monday through Saturday. Go earlier in the day rather than later, as they are a small operation, and tend to run out of many things after two or three in the afternoon. You do not need a lot of money (I rarely spend more than four dollars for a tea and snacks). You do not need to know anything about tea. There is no chanting (unless you want to chant). You can even order a cup of coffee or a hot chocolate.
My personal favourites are Lemon Iced Tea, the spicy stuffed buns, and the bamboo rice. They have good fresh-squeezed orange juice. And, of course, tea.
The owners are very nice. You can bring children. If you go alone, they have a nice selection of books, newspapers and magazines to read, located right beside the front door. You will never feel pressured to leave.
I await reports from the tea-virgin readership.
After stripping this space bare aesthetically, I’m starting to get a hunger for some of the old clutter. So to the right you will now see three new lists: a list of new items since your last visit, a list of new discussion since your last visit, and a list of audio and video items that have appeared here.
Your “last visit” is calculated from a cookie you get sent every time you visit, called, appropriately enough, ReinventedLastVisit.
Enjoy.
When I started volunteering at Trent Radio, early in my year at university, I met two guys, Richard Hamilton and Ken Hone. At the time I was an empty political vessel waiting to be filled up, and Rick and Kenny happily facilitated this. They were a couple of the rabble-rousers behind a storefront political group called “Projects for Change.”
Projects for Change was many things: a food bank, a lending library, a place to print leaflets, a place to drink beer. It had a revolving membership of university students, radicals (real and aspiring). The issues we concerned ourselves with ranged from poverty to nuclear power to the arms race.
Although I don’t think I ever made it to bona fide radical status — I always felt like an interloper — I loved the place nonetheless, and was involved, to one degree or another, for four or five years. I still have the old Projects for Change sign, hand-painted by Kenny, hanging on my wall.
Towards the end of my time in Peterborough, I partnered with Oonagh O’Connor to produce a radio documentary called “The Emotions of Activism.” Our goal was to interview a series of people involved in activist politics, but rather than interviewing them about their cause, we talked to them about the underlying rationale for their orneriness, the emotions behind their activism rather than the thoughts. What, in the gut, gets people up and out on the barricades, or behind the printing press or on the radio.
Although I have lost the tape of the final product, I do have the original, unedited interview tapes. An interview with Kenny is among them. Setting aside my rambling interviewing technique (this was before I got the Ann Thurlow brevity religion), the interview is a great listen, due entirely to Kenny’s clear-minded ability to get at the stuff of what drives him. It’s also an excellent short course in how to be a good human being.
The interview was recorded on an inexpensive tape recorder, using one of the classic Radio Shack PZM microphones that, to my ear, make excellent mics for doing interviews like this because they produce bright sound and lots of atmospherics (some of this has been drummed out by the digitizing down to 32K; the silences appear too silent, but it makes for a smaller file).
Although I gave myself over to the Camper religion last fall, I still have a soft spot in my heart for Simple shoes. They unveiled a new website today and that’s a Good Thing because their old website was more like a television commercial than a website.
Simple has realized that the role of a website is to tell people about their products, not to sell them on the lifestyle that they want to tie their products to. The new site is, err, simple, quick to load, and makes it easy to buy their shoes.
My favourite sentence on the site is in the description for their Deco Thong: “Masculine thong available in earthy leathers.” I don’t know what that means, but it sounds awfully alluring.
I am Peter Rukavina and this is my blog. I am a writer, printer and developer.
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