'Tis not the season to be sarcastic. I'm still hoping Santa will bring one of those "National Sarcasm Society: Like we need your support" T-shirts. But I'm not writing a satirical list of dream gifts for politicians or anything like that. There is a time to demolish rubbish and a time to stop and breathe deeply and smell the roses or, in this case the pine needles, and be glad we have noses. Click here to read the rest.
The City of Ottawa wants us to give them less garbage. The feeling, I assure you, is mutual. Click here to read the rest.
Prime Minister Stephen Harper just made a clear, wise decision on foreign governments buying our natural resources. Or so he claims. The problem is, we don't really know what he did or why, and what we do know isn't reassuring. Click here to read the rest.
A house in Key West is the Hemingway Home & Museum because it is where Ernest Hemingway lived in the 1930s when he was often drunk and wrote books of short words. And the captain of a ship gave the writer of spare prose a cat of spare toes and bureaucrats worry about its many-toed descendants and that is the government in action. Click here to read the rest.
Are oil pipelines scary? They seem to be. When activists attack proposals for pipelines from Alberta to the United States, or Canada's west coast, the public listens. Too much, perhaps. Click here to read the rest.
The City of Ottawa is struggling mightily with the “Presto” card for public transit, a cutting-edge late 20th century system where instead of paper tickets or cardboard passes you actually use a digital medium. Wow. Just imagine if, say, banks found out about this concept. One day we might buy gas by swiping a credit card. Or, to fantasize, a cup of coffee with a smartphone app. Click here to read the rest.