Appeared in the North Shore News – August 16, 2013 IF you read no further, the theme of what follows is: Why don’t we keep our noses out of other people’s cultures? Yes, that sentence usually ends “business.” But “cultures” – an ambiguous term I usually avoid, preferring tradition, religion, or custom – are something…
Month: August 2013
E-technology hollowing out human contact and promoting ascendancy of faceless geekocracy
Appeared in Business in Vancouver – August 13, 2013 Haven’t touched the typewriter since old schoolmate Unca Billy died in May. Huh? Typewriter? I write letters to friends on mine – gives it exercise. Most readers haven’t used one for decades. Some never. I once gave my youngest son a fine vintage Underwood. He politely…
An extraordinary, irreverent sendoff to an extraordinary, irreverent lieutenant-governor
Appeared in Business in Vancouver – July 30, 2013 It was the most religious of funerals, it was the most irreverent. It was the most solemn, it was the funniest. It was the most conventional, it was the most mischievous – a broad wink from the grave by the dearly departed, who planned and scripted…
Heads up: Park Royal has WV over its barrel
Appeared in the North Shore News – August 2, 2013 I haven’t seen the term for a long time, and it may be out of fashion. So tell me, dude: Is the term “over a barrel” still widely understood? Like, cool? If it’s still in use: With West Vancouver’s Grosvenor development slogging its way to…
Clark’s happy illusion trumps dour truths
Appeared in the North Shore News – July 19, 2013 MY spectacular streak of correctly predicting B.C. election results having been snapped at one, what excuses do I have? First, I overlooked that Premier Christy Clark was running not in Metro Vancouver under cynical media eyes, but to get a legislature seat in a bleak…
Latest cuts underscore Vancouver dailies’ ailing business model
Appeared in Business in Vancouver – July 16, 2013 This is biased. I was born into print and didn’t move. I was carried into a newspaper office aged three months. I once hoped my corpse would be carried out of one. But I’m too old for that now. Let’s move on to the blood-letting in…