To thine own self be true

with rats everywhere, running over diners’ feet. No, some things will never be the same.

Kenney and the UCP’s destruction of Alberta universities. They don’t support critical thinking, professionals, academics, and smart people, generally. Keep folks dumb to keep ’em voting UCP. His kind of people: oil and construction workers, grunts keeping things open and going, and tech types working from home. There ain’t no love of truth, beauty, or learning of any consequence. No high ideals or ethics. Let the oldsters die off from COVID; keep the public purse closed. They were gonna die anyway. Deena in his pocket now. Money, shameless love of power, naked greed, and corrupt incompetents at the top first. As Dylan Thomas said: no pity in these hands that have no tears to flow. Kenney: A big Trump fan. Like the US, AB’s got the totally wrong leader.

Mudjacking up of driveways and walkways. Previously unfixable except via complete redos.

Advertising often distorts, exaggerates, lies, and persuades. Many current tv ads are conveying a false sense that there isn’t a pandemic on in North America. Many are showing people not wearing masks or maintaining safe social distances, all giving a false and misleading impression that life is ‘back to normal’ in order to sell their products.

It’s been commented on elsewhere that politics, particularly in the States, has led to unsafe behaviors. Advertisers and companies are doing the same thing. Most people don’t have ‘filters’ to watch old-style advertising in a world that no longer exists. To say nothing of the automatic impact of these ads on children and young people. More Orwellian double-thinking is needed than many of us are capable of these daze.

the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band was like nothing heard before and, by that point, the most important, influential album they’d released.

I can remember going to Lorne’s, my gr. 12 friend’s house (his family had a big console stereo), to hear the album for the first time. It so knocked us out, we had to keep replaying it and this continued right into our final exam week.

After that, I can remember the long hot Winnipeg summer. I would hear songs from the album all July and August on people’s radios everywhere in the hospital which I worked in. Now it was “With a Little Help from My Friends”, then it was “Within You, Without You”–strange raga and string sounds infiltrating the workplace. in the daytime.

On those steamy summer evenings, I would sometimes walk down the back alleys north of Portage Avenue from my apartment block (Billingsley Manor) to Conway Street, and from the various suites–as evening fell–I would hear “I read the news today, oh boy” from “A Day in the Life” or other album songs. There was definitely a sense that The Beatles were changing the world, topped by the 45 rpm release of “All You Need Is Love” in that unforgettable Summer of Love.

I can still remember going to my friend Wayne’s house on a Sunday morning and there, he and another musical friend Bill were with a 12-string acoustic guitar belting out “With a Little Help from My Friends”–a song I impromptu-ly played on my acoustic 6-string, with my friend Chris singing harmony, in June in an alley behind a neighboring shopping centre.

And the music from that album kept going all that fall, like concentric circles rippling, spreading out, only to die down after catch-up Xmas presents that year, though after November 27, the next album–The Magical Mystery Tour–was being added to those Christmas lists.

T’s a psychopath according to his niece and over 30 mental health experts who have written a book on him.

July 6/20 ad on “How to Mask”.
Wonderful attention to detail.
She easily skewers T and makes him look like an ultra-fool and ignoramus over and over.

Eyeglass arm holders: the ones that fit the ends like tight-fitting socks. They never move.

“I did not decide to become a poet–I was always writing poetry.”