I’m not sure, but Matthew Baldwin’s experience of a rare medical condition might just be the funniest thing I have read for a while. And then I read the comments: “Dang me! Sorry you were in pain. Btw, I’ve had a kidney stone and been through childbirth (twice). It’s true. You do NOT want the kidney stone.” What a Christmas he had. Here’s hoping 2004 is considerably meeker.
mysterium points me to an e.e. cummings poem, which makes a compelling way to start a new year: all nearness pauses, while a star can grow all nearness pauses, while a star can grow all distance breathes a final dream of bells; perfectly outlined against afterglow are all amazing the and peaceful hills (not where not here but neither’s blue most both) and history immeasurably is wealthier by a single sweet day’s death: as not imagined secrecies comprise goldenly huge whole the upfloating moon. Time’s a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all) nor any marvel …
It’s year end, and I’d like to publicly thank the many clients who I have had the privilege of working with this year. It has been a great year full of learning, collaboration and interesting work, and it is largely due to people from these organizations: Urban Multipurpose Aboriginal Youth Centres Committee of Winnipeg Odawa Native Friendship Centre, Ottawa British Columbia Treaty Commission CitiesPLUS Natural Resources Canada City of Vancouver Storyscapes Project BC Assembly of First Nations Union of BC municipalities, Aboriginal Affairs Office Health Canada, First Nations and Inuit Health Branch First Nations Employment Society, Vancouver University of British …
More about moving dreams to action. This is from skydiver Cheryl Stearns who is set to make a jump from the edge of space to see what is would be like to bail out of the space shuttle at 100,000 feet. Here she describes how she got started in skydiving: “I used to have this recurring dream, which started when I was 8 years old. I would remember it vividly when I woke up. In the dream, I would step out onto the window sill of my house, and it would be pitch black outside, no moon nor stars nor …
Why local matters: When a train car overturned in Minot, North Dakota last year, a large quantity of ammonia spilled out, sending up a cloud of poison gas. Local officials quickly tried to contact the town’s seven radio stations to send out the alarm — only to find that there was no one actually working in six of them. They were simply relaying a satellite feed from Clear Channel headquarters in Texas — there was plenty of country music and golden oldies and Top 40 and right-wing chat, but no one to warn about the toxic cloud drifting overhead. It’s …