I noticed that both USA Today and another publication fixed their Brockville faux paux the day after I sent an e-mail. Ah...the power.
On another note, I finally got a comment on my blog and it was only a bloody excuse to put in a hyperlink to someone advertising low mortgage rates! So much for the power. The only comments I get is a spam.
BTW, who would get a mortgage from a company that sends spam?
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
A Very Funny Book
I just finished reading an extremely funny book by Bill Bryson called Notes From A Small Island. It's about his one last trip around Great Britain before he moves back to the States. He's got to be one of the wittiest writers I have ever read. I can't wait to read the one sitting at my desk at work about his travels back the the USA after a 20 year absence. Thank goodness it's at work or else I'd be up till 1 a.m. again trying to read just one last chapter before my eyes cave in. There were parts were I laughed out loud, and I mean really loud, while on public transportation at 7 in the morning! (And I normally do not read on my way into the office, it cuts into my nap time.) But I could not put this book down. I sure wish that I could write like that.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Peter Jennings
There are only two people that I ever wanted to meet, Peter Jennings & Alex Trebek. I thought that those two were the most intelligent and interesting men I had ever seen on TV. But yesterday Peter Jennings lost his short battle with lung cancer. We lost a great Canadian yesterday. I take that back, we lost a great man of the world yesterday. He always said that about himself, he felt like a citizen of the world.
He began his career at CFJR Radio in my hometown Brockville, Ontario. Not Brockton, USA Today. Jeez, the only time my small town will ever be in a national paper and they spell it wrong! But I just checked and they fixed it, thanks to my e-mail. But I digress.
I feel like a old neighbour has died. He was always there, every night, giving me the news in his urbane, smooth way. I liked hearing his Canadian accent as well. I was less homesick.
Everyone says that he was a very intelligent man and had a wicked sense of humour. He never finished high school, the world was his school. I heard him described as a sponge, he absorbed everything around him. That's why I wanted to meet him.
I saw him on TV once giving a speech in front of his peers in Washington. He was witty and didn't hold back any punches. He told a funny story about the difference between Canadians and Americans once. He said that Canadians had a great respect for institutions. And he told a wonderful story to prove his point. And I'm not doing justice to his rendition, but here's what he said: He and his son were coming out of the Skydome, the Blue Jays had just won the World Series. All these people, many who had been drinking, came streaming out onto the street. Suddenly a lone cop held up his hand and blew his whistle to stop the crowd and hundreds of people stood there until the cop said they could go. I love that story!
It's sad that he had to die a needless death. He had quit smoking for 20 years and then started up after 9/11. I guess the terrorists got another one.
He began his career at CFJR Radio in my hometown Brockville, Ontario. Not Brockton, USA Today. Jeez, the only time my small town will ever be in a national paper and they spell it wrong! But I just checked and they fixed it, thanks to my e-mail. But I digress.
I feel like a old neighbour has died. He was always there, every night, giving me the news in his urbane, smooth way. I liked hearing his Canadian accent as well. I was less homesick.
Everyone says that he was a very intelligent man and had a wicked sense of humour. He never finished high school, the world was his school. I heard him described as a sponge, he absorbed everything around him. That's why I wanted to meet him.
I saw him on TV once giving a speech in front of his peers in Washington. He was witty and didn't hold back any punches. He told a funny story about the difference between Canadians and Americans once. He said that Canadians had a great respect for institutions. And he told a wonderful story to prove his point. And I'm not doing justice to his rendition, but here's what he said: He and his son were coming out of the Skydome, the Blue Jays had just won the World Series. All these people, many who had been drinking, came streaming out onto the street. Suddenly a lone cop held up his hand and blew his whistle to stop the crowd and hundreds of people stood there until the cop said they could go. I love that story!
It's sad that he had to die a needless death. He had quit smoking for 20 years and then started up after 9/11. I guess the terrorists got another one.
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