Bill Andersen blog
Richmond Timelapse from Sam Javanrouh on Vimeo.
Danica and I went to hear him speak at Hart House one evening, years ago. I’ve been a fan and follower of his photo blog ever since. His unique yet varied view of our (let’s be honest) sometimes not-so-lovely city is on display daily.
Inspired by the collection of quotes published by this blogger, I decided to air my own affection for the grumpy quotes of Fran Lebowitz. I’ve liked her every since I heard she’d said:
In real life, I assure you, there is no such thing as algebra.
So here are some more favourites…
The leaked audit report citing lack of documentation for band spending by the Attawapiskat First Nation is having it’s intended effect. News media have focussed on the “story”, which says nothing about band misappropriation of funds. The auditors say they just don’t know in many cases.
Responsibility for this lies with both the government overseers who failed to do their job and with the band, who also failed to document properly.
Government and band council accounting shortcomings are temporarily diverting attention away from the bigger issue of Bill C-45 and, more specifically, the environmental measures included in that massive omnibus bill.
Although the leaked audit report accuses no one of misspending, the innuendo effect amounts to a smear tactic. I leave it to you to guess who might have wanted that effect to happen.
It has been more than 3 years since friend and composer/musician Jay Telfer passed away, but tributes keep coming in to the web page I put up about the guy.
This morning, a comment arrived from Marc Coulavin, saying that he had helped produce a reissue (on vinyl!) of A Passing Fancy‘s first single. Read all about it here… and thanks, Marc.
Stick around for the whole show. If you don’t love it, check your pulse.
Bill Byres introduced me to one of his long time favourite restaurants today. Bright, airy and spacious under high ceilings, the place looked promising and the food delivered on the promise. I had a cup of wonderful French Onion soup, a chef’s salad with feta-garlic dressing and two fresh, delicious samosas. My coffee came in a nice little French press for one. Perfect. I needed a cashew cookie to go with it. Total, $15.99 including tax. Perfect. The background music was pleasant and muted. Perfect.
Our walk today took us by Alastair Dickson’s window again so I took a shot at getting more photos of his surreal installation.
These are the bottom 3 sections of a set of 9 boxes. The hard thing is avoiding reflections in the glass, as I’ve whined before in earlier entries.
Not really. But there’s a quirky window installation across the street (and west a bit) from sculptor Alastair Dickson’s window. It contains a delightful display of BIG bugs… on the window sill and climbing strings. Props like a termite-chewed rolling pin round out the scene. Purpose? To show you exactly why you may want to call on the services of the Aetna Pest Control company.
These beauties are a few inches long and look vintage. Maybe enamel painted iron?
An email message I received from author John Robert Colombo today contained a word I’d never seen before, describing Rob Ford as our “nightmayor”. I love it.
[John confirmed that he coined the word.]