My last post had me wondering if I should keep this Blog going. The short answer is – yes I will. It’s going to be a bit of a change to the blog itself and my career blog View from the Plateau – are being updated and syndicated. I’m moving from an ex-blogger to a part-time blogger to help build my professional networks, and will be posting and sharing material here and at my Facebook and G+ pages. Time to start my changes to the systems to make this work.
12 February 2014
I just posted a new article at View from the Plateau – which was the result of a phishing e-mail I got through my LinkedIn account. And it’s got me thinking as well. I’ve been posting and lurking on a number of sites, reading a lot of RSS feeds and spending a lot of time on email and Facebook, with the result that my blogging has suffered. I’ve not even updated either for months, and there are two articles sitting in draft form that need to be finished. The short form on the Twitter and reading the newsfeeds from my iPad has cut back on sitting down and writing long form posts. I’ve also been lax in getting graphics done for the posts – as the linking of the latest missive at View ends up plastering my visage all over Facebook and Google+. These new mini blogging platforms – and Twitter as well are moving to more and more graphics – and less and less text.
18 November 2013
- Today's Cole's Note from Blogpress
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19 August 2013
The American Spectator and AmSpecBlog – Ben Stein
"I have told you before, my friends, that the bowels have a powerful effect on the brain and it’s true. “A good set of bowels is worth any quantity of brains,” said Dr. Johnson....
...America is now just a blind, helpless Cyclops, eye poked out by Obama’s innate confusion and rage about what America is.
American leadership is just a memory. American military dominance will soon be just a memory. In five years, we have become a laughingstock. “Yes, we can… commit suicide,” is the new motto. And the worst part is that the GOP does not have any better ideas. Lower taxes are more important than defence? Are they serious? China as a benevolent world leader? I guess that’s the future.
Mr. Obama actually claims that he has al Qaeda on the run. That’s just plain insanity. Al Qaeda is a mighty force from the Atlantic to the Pacific in the Moslem world. They are not a few guys in a cave. This is a worldwide force. We have to be honest about it, not make up fairy tales. Al Qaeda is a really big deal and a terrifying deal. Does Mr. Obama truly not know it?
Oh, and that sound you hear? That’s the America we of my generation know and love being shoved down the garbage disposal of a world which used to fear us and now laughs at us. It is our own fault. These people didn’t elect themselves. Yes, the media is largely to blame, but a nation that could not choose a John McCain over a Barack Obama has lost its way badly.
18 August 2013
This Sunday I decided to do a little "enterprising". Or what used to be called roving when I worked at the Herald. Just go out and see what's happening around the town and shoot a photo or two. So I went out to the new Symon's Valley Ranch New Farmers market.
16 August 2013
Catching up on some filling and paying with a new posting software. Quote of the day:
As Thomas Reed wrote, "[o]ne of the greatest delusions in the world is the hope that the evils in this world are to be cured by legislation."
Democracy values each man at his highest; socialism makes of each man an agent, an instrument, a number. Democracy and socialism have but one thing in common-equality. But note well the difference. Democracy aims at equality in liberty. Socialism desires equality in constraint and in servitude.
Socialism, like the ancient ideas from which it springs, confuses the distinction between government and society. As a result of this, every time we object to a thing being done by government, the socialists conclude that we object to its being done at all. We disapprove of state education. Then the socialists say that we are opposed to any education. We object to a state religion. Then the socialists say that we want no religion at all. We object to a state-enforced equality. Then they say that we are against equality. And so on, and so on. It is as if the socialists were to accuse us of not wanting persons to eat because we do not want the state to raise grain
4 August 2013
The Moon Under Water
by George Orwell
Evening Standard, 9 February 1946
My favourite public-house, the Moon Under Water, is only two minutes from a bus stop, but it is on a side-street, and drunks and rowdies never seem to find their way there, even on Saturday nights. Its clientele, though fairly large, consists mostly of "regulars" who occupy the same chair every evening and go there for conversation as much as for the beer.
If you are asked why you favour a particular public-house, it would seem natural to put the beer first, but the thing that most appeals tome about the Moon Under Water is what people call its "atmosphere."
To begin with, its whole architecture and fittings are uncompromisingly Victorian. It has no glass-topped tables or other modern miseries, and, on the other hand, no sham roof-beams, ingle-nooks or plastic panels masquerading as oak. The grained woodwork, the ornamental mirrors behind the bar, the cast-iron
fireplaces, the florid ceiling stained dark yellow by tobacco-smoke, the stuffed bull's head over the mantelpiece —everything has the solid, comfortable ugliness of the nineteenth century.
In winter there is generally a good fire burning in at least two of the bars, and the Victorian lay-out of the place gives one plenty of elbow-room. There are a public bar, a saloon bar, a ladies' bar, a bottle-and-jug for those who are too bashful to buy their supper beer publicly, and, upstairs, a dining-room.
Games are only played in the public, so that in the other bars you can walk about without constantly ducking to avoid flying darts. In the Moon Under Water it is always quiet enough to talk. The house possesses neither a radio nor a piano, and even on Christmas Eve and such occasions the singing that happens is of a decorous kind.
The barmaids know most of their customers by name, and take a personal interest in everyone. They are all middle-aged women —two of them have their hair dyed in quite surprising shades—and they call everyone
"dear," irrespective of age or sex. ("Dear," not "Ducky": pubs where the barmaid calls you "ducky" always have a disagreeable raffish atmosphere.)
Unlike most pubs, the Moon Under Water sells tobacco as well as cigarettes, and it also sells aspirins and stamps, and is obliging about letting you use the telephone. You cannot get dinner at the Moon Under Water, but there is always the snack counter where you can get liver-sausage sandwiches, mussels (a specialty of the house), cheese, pickles and those large biscuits with caraway seeds in them which only seem to exist in public-houses. Upstairs, six days a week, you can get a good, solid lunch —for example, a cut off the joint, two vegetables and boiled jam roll—for about three shillings. The special pleasure of this lunch is that you can have draught stout with it. I doubt whether as many as 10 per cent of London pubs serve draught stout, but the Moon Under Water is one of them. It is a soft, creamy sort of stout, and it goes better in a pewter pot. They are particular about their drinking vessels at the Moon Under Water, and never, for example, make the mistake of serving a pint of beer in a handleless glass. Apart from glass and pewter mugs, they
have some of those pleasant strawberry-pink china ones which are now seldom seen in London. China mugs went out about 30 years ago, because most people like their drink to be transparent, but in my opinion beer
tastes better out of china. The great surprise of the Moon Under Water is its garden. You go through a narrow passage leading out of the saloon, and find yourself in a fairly large garden with plane trees, under which there are little green tables with iron chairs round them. Up at one end of the garden there are swings and a chute for the children.
On summer evenings there are family parties, and you sit under the plane trees having beer or draught cider to the tune of delighted squeals from children going down the chute. The prams with the younger children are parked near the gate. Many as are the virtues of the Moon Under Water, I think that the garden is its best feature, because it allows whole families to go there instead of Mum having to stay at home and mind the baby while Dad goes out alone. And though, strictly speaking, they are only allowed in the garden, the children tend to seep into the pub and even to fetch drinks for their parents. This, I believe, is against the law, but it is a law that deserves to be broken, for it is the puritanical nonsense of excluding children —and therefore, to some extent, women—from pubs that has turned these places into mere boozing-shops instead of the family gathering-places that they ought to be.
The Moon Under Water is my ideal of what a pub should be —at any rate, in the London area. (The qualities one expects of a country pub are slightly different.) But now is the time to reveal something which the discerning and disillusioned reader will probably have guessed already. There is no such place as the Moon Under Water.
That is to say, there may well be a pub of that name, but I don't know of it, nor do I know any pub with just that combination of qualities. I know pubs where the beer is good but you can't get meals, others where you can get meals but which are noisy and crowded, and others which are quiet but where the beer is generally sour. As for gardens, offhand I can only think of three London pubs that possess them. But, to be fair, I do know of a few pubs that almost come up to the Moon Under Water. I have mentioned above ten qualities that the perfect pub should have and I know one pub that has eight of them. Even there, however, there is no draught stout, and no china mugs.
And if anyone knows of a pub that has draught stout, open fires, cheap meals, a garden, motherly barmaids and no radio, I should be glad to hear of it, even though its name were something as prosaic as the Red Lion or the Railway Arms.
This was Orwell's last contribution to the Evening Standard.
Enjoy the Decline
9 December 2012
8 June 2012
Newest Addition (sort of) to Cole's Notes
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Silly Rabbit, I forgot to mention it and link it in to my social networks and such. Well I've corrected that now.
22 April 2012
It’s been quite a while since I created a blog article from scratch – so I gave myself an assignment on this great Sunday. Took in the new Penguin Plunge Exhibit at the Calgary Zoo. And of course, couldn’t go without taking a picture. (or two)
Reminds me of my Calgary Herald days – this would have made a great Roaming shot – or an illustration of for an article on the new attraction. Which is most of my stuff I have loaded into my online albums stored at Picasa.
One out of many – over 27,000 according to the last upload count. But there is a nagging problem I have with Picasa web albums and that is for some reason – using the name tagging feature is sharing photos from my archive on Google+. Now something like this I have no problem sharing, but the more private stuff sometimes gets exposed. Short of taking all 27 K of photos offline, I can't think of a good way to set this up.
Any suggestions welcome.
24 October 2011
18 October 2011
Found this over at SDA.
The same liberals who believed that they could simultaneously go to the moon, fight the Cold War, fight a hot war in Vietnam and Texas-size the New Deal with the Great Society would come crashing down to earth, and become obsessed with a whole host of reasons why the nation — and the planet — were royally screwed. Environmentalism, zero population growth, a so-called energy crisis and a whole plethora of other doubts were the symptoms of a self-created mental depression that once manic liberals found themselves wallowing in during the entire 1970s.
4 October 2011
By Ross Kaminsky on 10.4.11 @ 6:09AM
Humans live in deserts and in the Arctic. We live in places like Denver and Chicago, each of which will see temperatures over more than a 100-degree (F) range in the course of a year -- and routinely a 30 or 40 degree range in a day (or 20 in an hour) in the mountains and deserts. ….. We invent air conditioning and efficient heating systems. We have nearly eliminated smallpox and polio, two of the greatest scourges of eras past. In other words, we adapt to our environment -- in those cases when we can't adapt our environment to us.
For that reason, it defies common sense to believe that man-made global warming, even if it were real, would have the devastating impact that its anti-capitalist, wealth-redistributionist proponents claim….
….it's also because the solutions proposed, i.e. to stop using energy, are based on an obvious, even if never-ever-ever-ever-stated by the left, premise that people who live on 21st century Earth are too stupid to adapt to a changing environment -- even though we have as a species, even without the benefit of modern technology, done just that for millennia.
2 October 2011
Watching the election returns for the PC party tonight – I was reminded of a quote from a favourite book of mine “Skinny Legs and All”
"The monkey wrench in the progressive machinery of primate evolution was the propensity of the primate band to take its political leaders - its dominant males - too seriously. Of benefit to the band only when it was actively threatened by predators, the dominant male (or political boss) was almost wholly self-serving and was naturally dedicated not to liberation but to control. Behind his chest-banging and fang display, he was largely a joke and could be kept in his place (his place being that of a necessary evil) by disrespect and laughter. If, for example, when Hitler stood up to rant in the beer halls of Munich, the good drinkers had taken him more lightly, had they, instead of buying his act, snickered and hooted and pelted him with sausage skins, the Holocaust might have been avoided. Of course, as long as there were willing followers, there would be exploitative leaders. And there would be willing followers until humanity reached that philosophical plateau where it recognized that its great mission in life had nothing to do with any struggle between classes, races, nations, or ideologies, but was, rather, a personal quest to enlarge the soul, liberate the spirit, and light up the brain. On that quest, politics was simply a roadblock of stentorian baboons."
“We approach the Divine by enlarging our souls and lighting up our brains. To expedite those two things may be the mission of our existence….. But such activity runs counter to the aspirations of commerce and politics. Politics is the science of domination, and persons in the process of enlargement and illumination are notoriously difficult to control. Therefore, to protect its vested interests, politics usurped religion a very long time ago.”
Most of the Stentorian Baboons where holding mikes in the faces of other Baboons. FAH – I’m going to bed – find out in the morning who “Won”.
27 September 2011
I will be experimenting with the layout and content of both Blogs in the next little while. Trying to make something that looks good and handles the longer writings I am planning for some content. I’m trying to get this working across all of the social sites I use, the idea being write once – post many places. That and solve the multiple posting problem on Facebook.
"How dreadful are the curses which Mohammedanism lays on its
votaries! Besides the fanatical frenzy, which is as dangerous in
a man as hydrophobia in a dog, there is this fearful fatalistic
apathy. The effects are apparent in many countries, improvident
habits, slovenly systems of agriculture, sluggish methods of
commerce, and insecurity of property exist wherever the
followers of the Prophet rule or live.
A degraded sensualism deprives this life of its grace and
refinement, the next of its dignity and sanctity. The fact that
in Mohammedan law every woman must belong to some man as his absolute property, either as a child, a wife, or a concubine,
must delay the final extinction of slavery until the faith of
Islam has ceased to be a great power among men.
Individual Muslims may show splendid qualities, but the
influence of the religion paralyses the social development of
those who follow it.
No stronger retrograde force exists in the world. Far from
being moribund, Mohammedanism is a militant and proselytizing
faith. It has already spread throughout Central Africa,
raising fearless warriors at every step; and were it not that
Christianity is sheltered in the strong arms of science, the
science against which it had vainly struggled, the civilization
of modern Europe might fall, as fell the civilization of ancient
Sir Winston Churchill; (Source: The River War, first edition,
Vol. II, pages 248-50 London)
Another quote from an earlier time -
This time from Napoleon Bonaparte, speaking about his conquests in Egypt.
Le musulman est soit à vos pieds, ou à la gorge"
“The Muslim is either at your feet, or at your throat”
September 27, 2011
Obama Leads the Liberalism ParadeBy Joseph Ashby
Beyond the realm of material things, liberalism is an ideology of conceit. The liberal believes that if he doesn't run the universe, everything will fall to pieces….
The reality is that long before liberals came to power, recessions ended, medicine advanced, and Americans were educated. Furthermore, we would continue to progress (and at a faster rate) without a Vishnuian political class which believes it must control the world.
Read it all here
25 September 2011
17 September 2011
Macaulay, Gibbon, Plato etc. must train the muscles to wield that sword to the greatest effect. This is indeed a nice subdivision of the term "education". The result of one kind of learning is valued by what you know. Of the other by what you are.
The latter is far more important - but it is useless in the total absence of the former. A judicious proportion should be observed. How many people forgot this!
The education of the school-boy - and of nearly all undergraduates aims only at stocking the mind with facts. I have no ambition to "stifle my spark of intelligence under the weight of literary fuel" but I appreciate the power of facts. Hence my toil.
From New-Wave Conservatives and the Lesson of Churchill courtesy of American Thinker
12 September 2011
8 September 2011
4 September 2011
24 August 2011
I have been updating some materials and moving things over to Google +, after I got a invite. I really like the new system and will be heading over there.
If you would like an invite – The QR code on is on page – just scan with your QR code and Bob’s your uncle. Or of course, just click on this link: https://plus.google.com/_/notifications/ngemlink?path=%2F%3Fgpinv%3DgvFnBD5h9gc%3ATX1FdPOgYhY - which is really silly.
Or even e-mail me through the site and if I have any invites left – I’ll forward them on. If you want to add me to your circles – just use email@example.com.
10 August 2011
I often read Ben Stein’s Diary on the American Spectator – and they are great little pieces of nostalgia and celebration of the small things in life that should be enjoyed. Ben is at that time of life were he has the ability to sit back and “smell the roses” as he gives thanks for each day. A great way to live. What I enjoyed about a recent column wasn’t the column itself, but rather the postscript.
From Far Away From the Panic.
A LITTLE POSTSCRIPT. I notice that the papers and the Internet talk about the big losses on the stock markets yesterday as being based on "...waves of investor panic..." Nonsense. The selling is done by billionaire traders and immense hedge funds and high frequency traders who seek to make money by selling, then tricking others into selling even more, then covering their shorts at lower prices. This is not Ma and Pa Kettle calling their broker and selling their 1000 shares of AT&T. It is cynical, calculated manoeuvring by cold, clever people. It isn't illegal, but you buy into it at your peril. These people are not the ordinary investors' friend. They will use any and every excuse and rationale to "explain" their behaviour, but it's all about trying to outwit the next guy.
To quote Patton in the movie Patton, it's "… not about dying for your country. It is about making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country." That's the attitude of the traders. They're not bad people. They're just trying to get rich quick, but that's not illegal.. But don't believe this nonsense about Wall Streeters' "panic." They're the bosses and they're not panicked at all. They're making money while YOU are panicked.
Ben Stein is a writer, actor, economist, and lawyer living in Beverly Hills and Malibu. He writes "Ben Stein's Diary" for every issue of The American Spectator.
9 August 2011
8 August 2011
Rush Limbaugh On the S&P downgrade
World War II, we had a AAA credit rating, and we lose it now, and for what? For what great purpose did we lose it? Except an ideological hatred of American capitalism and a love of class warfare, what did we lose our AAA rating for? A naked effort to get still more and more money to buy votes. A never-ending quest for power, that's why we lost our AAA credit rating.
1 August 2011
American Thinker - Obama's Failed Presidency
“The Obama Presidency is over. He has abdicated all responsibility to the Congress, in particular the House of Representatives, which has little choice but to assume a role they are not structured to do: lead the country as best they can until November 2012. The American people, suffering under the burden of high joblessness, eroding housing values, inflation and dramatically declining economic growth with no prospect of any immediate relief, are increasingly resigned to the fact that they must focus on surviving as best they can until the election.”
2 June 2011
I was reading this Salon’s Article about how the energy industry is changing. I found this quote to be very apt…
Another casualty of energy abundance is the new urbanism. Because cars and trucks and buses can run on natural gas as well as gasoline and diesel fuel, the proposition that peak oil will soon force people around the world to abandon automobile-centered suburbs and office parks for dense downtowns connected by light rail and inter-city trains can no longer be taken seriously. Deprived of the arguments from depletion, national security and global warming, the campaign to increase urban density and mass transit rests on nothing but a personal taste for expensive downtown living, a taste which the suburban working-class majorities in most developed nations manifestly do not share…read it all
What brought this to mind is the recent local town meetings about the North LRT line. I’ve been wondering why the city transportation department and the thought of why we are spending money on a 19th century technology (streetcars) in the 21st Century.
At it’s core – that’s what LRT cars are – a slightly modernised streetcar, not all that different from the one running at Heritage Park.
8 May 2011
"Liberalism is at its core an elitist philosophy that castigates the "common" man for silly emotions like patriotism and love of God and country. Liberals believe that they are better because they have a more intelligent and "nuanced" view of the world."
The great French economist Frederik Bastiat put it best with regard to "the socialists";
"These dreamers spin, all out of their own imaginations, men as well as things. They invent a social order without regard to the human heart and they invent a human heart to suit their social order". - Social Motive Force - 1850
5 May 2011
Stephen Harper, then, is something most Canadians have never seen: a prime minister born and raised in English Canada who does not hold power at the pleasure of the smug, self-centered, expensive demands of Quebec.
26 March 2011
Stephen Harper on the upcoming election.
"Canadians need to understand clearly, without any ambiguity: Unless Canadians elect a stable, national majority, Mr. Ignatieff will form a coalition with the NDP and Bloc Quebecois. They tried it before. It is clear they will try it again. And, next time, if given the chance, they will do it in a way that no one will be able to stop.