Quick admin note: commenting, updated

Good news: Blogger has added comment moderation to its administrative bag of tricks. That means I no longer need to worry about coming home to a fresh batch of comment spam.

Effective immediately, I've made a couple of tiny changes to how comments are managed on this blog:

• I've activated comment moderation. When you click on the Publish button, your comment will go into a queue for review. Queued comments will appear on the blog after I've had a chance to review and publish them. I'll try to do this a few times/day so as to minimize delays.
• Anyone can comment. I used to limit commenters to registered users of the Blogger service. This kept anonymous nasties at bay, but made it difficult-to-impossible for users of other services - or, gasp, readers who don't blog at all - to leave their thoughts. With moderation, this issue goes away, so the doors are now open to anyone.

I'll keep word verification on for now, and will update you as things change here. Thanks for continuing to read and share in the experience.

A tough day for a growing boy

Our eldest son just turned 11. In many ways, he's like me and my wife: reserved and thoughtful. Outside the house, he's always been quiet, shy, and insular. Like me, he observes from the sidelines, bides his time, considers his options. He's not a frivolous child.

So we were rather surprised when he came home from school this week brimming with news: he had decided to run for student council.

A year ago, he wouldn't have stepped forward. Even six months ago, he would have been content to remain on the sidelines. But not now. He came through the door rattling off ideas for boosting school spirit, and making his school a better place for students and teachers.

On a purely logical level, it was nothing I hadn't heard time and again during my own journey through elementary school. But now it was my son saying it. And the fact that he had never previously had the guts to step forward made this seem - at least to me - a defining moment in his life.

He sat beside my wife at the computer as she patiently helped him craft his speech. I chimed in with the occasional editorial suggestion to punch it up, but the ideas were all his. My wife made a couple of posters for him. After what seemed like an extended period of brainstorming and creative activity, his campaign package was ready.

We discussed best practices for delivering his speech, and coached him through a couple of dry runs. He had given a brief talk a couple of weeks ago in front of 350 people at the community centre, and I think it was that experience that may have lit the public speaking fire in him. We were immensely proud of him then, and we were immensely proud of him as he carefully packed up his stuff and left it in the front hall before heading up to bed.

Fast forward to today: the tears as he got home told all the story we needed to know. He wasn't elected. In a halting, hauntingly sad voice, he recounted how another child who hadn't prepared a speech or a poster was allowed to run. His teacher had earlier laid out the ground rules, one of which was the need for at least one poster and a speech. When Zach challenged the teacher after the fact, all he got was a set of shrugged shoulders.

Part of me wanted to undo the obviously unfair way it all played out. Another part of me wanted to go over to said teacher's house and share my unfiltered thoughts with him. Zach had done everything by the book, even taking the time to support other friends who were running for council. That's just the way he is; good to the core, always thinking about his friends before considering his own needs.

That the outcome wasn't fair was a given. That it was facilitated by a trusted teacher was - and is - in my view unforgivable. But it was what it was, and my wife and I couldn't change the outcome no matter how much we wished we could.

Pizza was hastily ordered as a form of pseudo-comfort food for a sad young man. I took him with me when we went to pick it up. The crying had stopped, but his voice seemed oddly fragile, as if he had gotten younger in the intervening hours. In the darkened car, I repeated, endlessly, how proud we were of him, how glad we were that he stepped forward, stuck his neck out, took a chance. We spoke about how some of the world's most spectacular successes were preceded by even more spectacular failures. We spoke about some of my own failures, and how I applied what I had learned from each one to whatever I did in future.

In the end, he enjoyed his pizza, and we tucked him in with still another reinforcing story and extra hugs for good measure.

Today, we watched our son get bruised by life. It won't be his last experience, and in that he's becoming just like anyone else on this planet. But he's our son, and it felt oddly unsettling to not be able to step in and just make it right.

He grew today, and we couldn't be more proud of him.

Note: Although I haven't identified any of the protagonists by name, I'm fully aware that anyone can read this and make the connection. That's one of the pitfalls of using my real name on my blog. If said folks surf on in and feel uncomfortable after reading this, so be it. I write for a living. My words get out there. And if it bothers the people about whom I (anonymously) write that their behavior came under the scrutiny of my pen, they're eminently free to comment here or start their own web log. I refuse to self-censor out of fear of offending those whose own conduct falls short of the bar we teach our own kids to target.

Your turn: If you're a parent, how do you cushion them on days like today?

Fireside chats: modern versions

When it rains, it pours.

For some reason, the past couple of weeks have been insanely busy at work. I spent most of my time talking to reporters and prepping for interviews with some pretty wide-ranging newspapers, radio stations and web publishers. I guess sometimes the stuff I write seems to coincide with what's going on in the broader technology world. So reporters, looking for folks to help make sense of it all, tend to call in bunches.

The net result is that I burned myself out thanks to lack of sleep and find myself home, trying to sleep off what feels like a major fatigue-induced hangover (sorry, don't do the alcohol thing.)

The cool thing about this week's pickups is that two of them were on the radio. My first job during j-school and immediately after graduation was working at a radio station. I produced content for the news and public affairs program, including on-air interviews and in-studio, full-show packages. It was an amazing learning experience that I carry with me to this day.

So being on the other side of the microphone after a few years has been a bit of a challenge. But I'm enjoying the process and hope to do more of it in the months to come. If you've ever wanted to hear me yak about technology, now's your chance. Feel free to laugh at my geekitude, and stay tuned for more...

Each package is available as a downloadable MP3 (CFRA) or WMA (RCI):

• CFRA News Talk Radio* - Business at Night with Rob Snow. Topic: The Microsoft Memo.
• Radio Canada International (RCI)** - Business Sense with David Blair. Topic: RIM's BlackBerry in China.

* CFRA is located in Ottawa, Ontario - Canada's capital city. Ottawa is also a major center of technology development, so media there tend to be very interested in news from Canada's leading-edge tech firms.
**RCI is the international broadcasting service of the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC), our national broadcaster. The show is aired worldwide, which means I may have helped jumpstart BlackBerry adoption in Tuvalu. Frightening.

Nemo has been found

This little swimmer is named Nemo. I found him on a friend's kitchen counter, minding his own business and looking for his (her? One can never tell with fish) dinner.

I took the picture by setting the camera on the counter and using the self-timer. It took a few takes until the golden one cooperated and hit his (her?) mark.

Such is life in the fishbowl.

Your turn: Please share a pet story in a comment. Something's been missing from our home since we put our cat down. I still look for him when we come home. I find pictures and stories like this somewhat comforting, and hope you'll add your own experiences below.

Quoted - BlackBerries in China

The media parade continues...

I've been quoted in today's Globe & Mail. The piece is entitled RIM runs into China security syndrome, and in it I find myself quoted opposite Ontario premier Dalton McGuinty.

I've never met the man, but I understand he's quite the badminton player.

The piece is posted here, and is co-bylined by Simon Avery - the Globe's technology reporter - and Geoffrey York - who is tagging along on the premier's junket to the Far East.

In other news, The Chicago Daily Herald ran a piece yesterday on new Motorola Razr phones - pretty colors for Christmas. Anna Marie Kukec wrote the piece, entitled Motorola banks on pink, blue, and it can be found here.

I'm enjoying this immensely.

Large bananas

I can offer no tangible reason for uploading this beyond the fact that I like it. The banana has always been my favorite fruit: Self-contained, healthy, and so open to all sorts of interpretation at parties. Yes indeed, we have some bananas (sing that one a few times...it'll start making sense eventually.)

Between editorial deadlines, travel, and a relentless schedule this week, I guess I'm looking for things that bring me smiles, however briefly the fun may last. Kindly keep the banana sex jokes (now that ought to get the search engine spiders spinning) to a minimum.

Your turn: What are you eating now? What should you be eating instead?

Road trip

I took a little tour of the southwestern Ontario countryside today. Microsoft had a major product announcement in Toronto. So I left early in the morning and made the two-hour drive into the big city.

I had almost forgotten what it's like to drive in rush hour traffic. It's been almost nine years since we left Montreal, and in that time I've come to enjoy London's total lack of serious congestion. I forget what it's like to have to stay late at the office in a ridiculous attempt to avoid getting caught in the worst of it.

I was reminded of this as I got closer to Toronto's downtown and the zillions of cars swirled around me like angry bees in a hive. I was reminded again when a really big pickup driven by a really aggressive person cut me off and forced me to miss my exit. Technically, I could have made the exit. But that would have put the entire passenger side of the car at severe risk. I have plenty of insurance, but little desire to actually have to use it.

In the end, I made it to the event with plenty of time to spare. I met some incredible people, learned lots in the process, and even got called for an interview on the drive home. Yes, Mom, I pulled off the highway and did the chat thing from the gravel shoulder of a side road somewhere in the middle of farm country. Red Herring published the piece, Microsoft Updates Biz Products, later this evening.

As refreshingly different as this day outside the office was, my favorite part was pulling into our driveway at the end of the day and coming into the house. The rhythm of our family sounded especially welcoming as I put my stuff down and heard about everyone's day. When I spend any time away from home, I miss that homey sense every minute until my return.

Catching up - Ink Blog entries

This past week was an on week for my column in the London Free Press. I've back-posted each of the five entries to its respective day, and have linked to them from here.

Wherever you're visiting from, I hope you'll read all of them and share your thoughts on this week's topics. If I've provoked thought and discussion, then I will have done my job.

Happy reading - and happy commenting!

Tue Nov 01 – Iranian presidential hatred
Wed Nov 02 – Can’t take the bus
Thu Nov 03 – Why I despise our ex-leader
Fri Nov 04 – Illiteracy is our national disgrace
Sat Nov 05 – Development slowdown is boneheaded

Read this - Dena's blog

Every week or two, I post a thought or two on a blog that I think y'all would like to read. Today's spotlight is on Dena's blog, Morpheme Palette. Dena leads a typically atypical life - imagine having a 4-, 20- and 22-year old! - and has chosen to share her vision with words and pictures. If things like family, kids, life, and the future matter to you, you'll enjoy her unique take on the planet.

Please drop in, say hi from Carmi, and let her know we have her and her family in our thoughts and prayers. As she has recently received some scary news, she has asked us all to share happies, funnies, and other uplifting observations of life with her.

Today's quote

"Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you did not do than by the things you did do. So, throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."

Mark Twain

Your turn: I hope you'll take a couple of minutes to share one of the following (or both):

1. Three words that this quote makes you think of.
2. Another inspirational quotation that you've come across and would like to share here.
   

Publish Day - Ink Blog - Don't stop development

I've been a pretty harsh critic of property developers here and everywhere for what I perceive to be their singular devotion to profitability at the expense of the broader public good. I’ve occasionally criticized them in print for lacking the vision to help create urban landscapes that encourage sustainable and human-scaled living.

This time out, I took the city to task for failing to hold up its end of the bargain. When they suggested that the city should slow down development because we could no longer afford the steep cost of initial infrastructure investment, I saw various shades of red. London is a city that has routinely lost out to neighboring burgs because its leaders lack the ability to bust convention. It reminded me of a self-centred child’s demand for a schoolyard do-over.

If you can’t compete, get out so that someone else can come in and try. I wrote this in the hope that some of the folks who work in planning at city hall might read it and get this hint.

Development vital to continued growth

Published Saturday, November 5, 2005

The London Free Press

The City of London’s call to slow down development is, to put it charitably, boneheaded. London lags behind powerhouses like Kitchener and Cambridge in attracting new, forward-thinking businesses and the high-income residents who work for them.

The city’s argument that it can’t afford to lay out the cash for initial development is a cop-out, an admission that London’s planners aren’t up to the job.

It’s even more galling as homeowners face another year of tax hikes that outstrip the inflation rate. If development comes to a screeching halt, we’ll all pay more.

London might want to consider a new approach to planning and partnering with developers. Instead of focusing on huge tracts of land at the city’s edge, why not urge developers to build infill projects toward the city’s core?

And since developers profit from civic investment in infrastructure, could they not assume a greater share of the initial investment?

The same old ways of managing development no longer work. City planners must figure out new ways to keep London from losing its competitive edge – without bankrupting the people who live here.

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Publish Day - Ink Blog - The shame of illiteracy

I remember living in Montreal when Jacques Demers was coach of our beloved Canadiens hockey team. I have never been a huge sports fan – I’m into participation, not watching – but there was something different about watching a game in person. This storied franchise can easily transcend the mundane day-to-day of the sports world – even when its on-ice performance lags behind.

When I heard earlier this week that he has fought a lifelong battle to keep his illiteracy a secret, I immediately thought back to the woman my wife and I once interviewed to be our babysitter.

She arrived at our home with her daughter, and we were ready to hire her after she made an immediate connection with our then-baby son. When we asked her to write down her contact information, her daughter pulled out her pen and told her mother to take a rest.

We were immediately worried that she would be unable to safely care for our son. After all, would she be able to give our address to the 911 operator in the event of an emergency?

I was ashamed that we ultimately said no to a woman who was otherwise a loving caregiver. But in the end, we felt our son’s welfare had to come first.

Demers showed incredible courage coming forward, and he deserves our praise and assistance.

Illiteracy is Canada’s shame. And it is mine for perpetuating it.

Your turn: I originally sketched the piece above as the basis for my column in Friday’s paper. I ultimately changed the focus and went with the text below. I invite your thoughts on both.

Illiteracy remains a national disgrace

Published Friday, November 4, 2005

The London Free Press

How sad that former Montreal Canadiens coach Jacques Demers has lived his entire life trying to keep his illiteracy a secret. How tragic for us that he is just one person in a national – and silent – epidemic.

World Literacy of Canada statistics indicate 22 per cent of Canadians have serious problems understanding printed materials.

This stunning figure comes with a steep cost to society: Those who can’t read and write will fail far more often in the job market. Canadians with the highest literacy levels have a four-per-cent unemployment rate, compared to a rate of 26 per cent for Canadians with the lowest literacy skills.

Our national shame lies in our inability and unwillingness to get help to those who need it – and to do so in a dignified manner. Perhaps Demers was right to keep his disability a secret. Surely no hockey team would have employed him if the truth came out.

But illiteracy should not be grounds for dismissal. We shame ourselves by perpetuating our silence and indifference.

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An unplanned evening

Had a bit of an entertaining end to the workday today. When I got home from the office, my wife was reeling from a nasty headache that came on mid-afternoon and only got worse from there.

So I scooped the boys up, picked up our daughter from a play date, and did what any self-respecting Dad does when his wife needs a few quiet hours to herself: I took them to McDonald's.

I know, I'm a heathen on so many levels. But it made them happy, and I got to just sit and watch them be themselves.

When they were done eating, we went to the Play Place (Rule #1: the only fast food restaurants worth patronizing are the ones with attached play areas. Rule #2: see Rule #1.) I let them run themselves ragged while I sat on the bench inside and observed the chaos. They seemed to bounce from one spot to another, which I expected. What I didn't expect was how much they enjoyed being with each other.

Time out: we have three very bright, engaged, and intensively aware children. They can either fight like cats and dogs or be the most poignantly important people in their siblings' lives. And they can change from one state to another in mere seconds. End of time out.

Tonight, thankfully, they realized Mommy wasn't feeling well, and as a result they stepped up to the plate. Big sister Dahlia looked out for little guy Noah and shepherded him down the slide like a little doll, careful to make sure he didn't get hurt. Big brother Zach watched out for both of them and kept me updated on where they were within the giant 3-dimensional maze of plastic tubing.

When we were done, they all dutifully put their shoes on, grabbed each other's hands and headed out. We went to the Loblaws across the street to pick up some groceries. In the store, each of them helped out. Zachary fetched items from the list and brought them back. Dahlia counted prices (she's going through a serious numbers phase these days) and got bags for the fruit. Noah held my PalmPilot from his perch in the cart.

As we were walking down the frozen foods section, heading to the checkout aisle, Dahlia put her arm around her big brother's shoulder - pretty amazing given how small she is, and the fact that she never does this. Even more amazingly, he returned the favor. They walked arm-in-arm all the way to the checkout counter before turning back to help me unload the cart.

I'm not sure what these kids did with my real children, but it was a joy to watch this unfold in front of me.

I keep reminding myself that it's these little slices of time that our children will remember most.

Every window has a story

I took this on my walkabout during my recent trip to Boston. The street was a chaotic mix of construction and traffic, and pedestrians were ducking in between the chewed up chunks of the road, trying to avoid being flattened in the process.

As I waited for what seemed like a very long light to cross the street, I turned around and saw this unchanging surface of a massive office building. It didn't so much jump out at me as it simply loomed in the background. I first dismissed it as yet another endlessly-repetitive theme of the urban landscape, and one not worthy of capturing because it didn't scream Boston.

Then I looked more closely into the windows. Behind the variously-drawn window shades, I started to imagine that each one was connected to a person, a life, a story.

Suddenly, the picture didn't seem so unworthy after all. I raised my camera and committed that moment not only to its memory card, but to my memory as well.

Please note: A few other related posts from this trip can be found here, here and here.

Publish Day - Ink Blog - Go away, Jean

This column was almost too easy to write, and to be perfectly honest I felt a little guilty for picking this topic. Politicians, after all, make such easy targets. By living their lives in the public eye, they open themselves up to criticism from everyone with an opinion.

But there’s something about former Canadian prime minister Jean Chretien that transcends the usual foibles of the politico. He’s a veritable animal of political life who typifies all the personality traits that would prompt the rest of us to stay out of public service. He is one of the most successful political operators in Canadian history precisely because he stopped at nothing to pursue and keep public office.

The Gomery inquiry rightly fingered him and his henchmen for creating an environment in which the public purse was effectively looted for years. He has claimed he didn’t know what was going on – which says he is either wonderfully gifted in the art of bovine waste, or he is the most clueless leader in our history.

Either way, he’s retired now. And his attempts to clear his name – at our expense – this week didn’t sit right with me. So I wrote this:

Note to Chretien: Just go quietly

Published Thursday, November 3, 2005

The London Free Press

Why must former Canadian Prime Ministers have such thin skin?

When Brian Mulroney’s reputation was called into question following the Airbus scandal, he came out swinging. Now, Jean Chretien walks in his combative footsteps as he challenges the Gomery inquiry’s conclusions.

The federal Liberal party will go down in history as living larger than any other after it came to power. The Grits will also be remembered as the ones whose minions most regularly pigged out at the taxpayer trough. And it all happened on Chretien’s watch.

I’m not alone in wishing Mr. Chretien would simply take his lumps and ride off into the sunset. By bringing his complaint to Federal Court, he raises the cost of a case that has already sucked Canadian taxpayers dry.

In the end, Canadians really don’t care about the so-called Chretien legacy. They just want a government that’s looking out for their best interests.

Please, go back to your political retirement, Jean.

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Quoted - Microsoft goes Live

By now, everyone's heard about Microsoft's major announcement: Windows Live and Office Live will bring Web-based applications/software-as-service functionality to the consumer and small business markets, respectively.

I've been actively researching this because, well, that's what I do during regular business hours. We released a press release, Microsoft announcement signals end of the Shrink Wrapped, Software-in-a-box Era, late yesterday afternoon (it's posted to the wire service here, and Yahoo! Finance is running it here.) It's been a zoo ever since. Allow me to clarify: a happy, busy zoo.

Here's where we're being heard:

United Press International (UPI): Microsoft looks to Internet for growth
Major wire service. I get quoted opposite messaging legend and current Microsoft Chief Technical Officer Ray Ozzie Very neat! Byline is T.K. Maloy, UPI's Deputy Business Editor, based in Washington, D.C.
The Middle East North Africa Network is also running the story here.
Physorg.com is running the piece here. The site's slogan is Science, Technology, Physics, Space News.

IT World Canada: Microsoft goes Live with new Web-based offerings
This is Canada's major technology publication, and is part of the global IT World family. They're always great to talk to. Byline is Mari-Len De Guzman.

The Globe & Mail: Microsoft goes live with on-line software service
This is one of Canada's largest newspapers. Jack Kapica quoted me opposite Bill Gates in his column.

Agence France-Presse. Microsoft makes fresh move to Web, challenging Google, Yahoo
The French news agency. Like UPI, its articles are picked up by newspapers in some interestingly far-flung places. Byline is Matthieu Demeestere, who is based in New York.
The link above is from the Cairo, Egypt-based Middle East Times.
This one is from Singapore's TODAYOnline.
This one's from AOL's French service (headline: Microsoft se lance dans les services virtuels, pressé par Google et Yahoo!)
This one's from Belgium's Lalibre.be site.
This one's in Tageblatt in Luxembourg.
This one's from the Financial Express in Bangladesh.

Other miscellaneous links include:
The Daily Telegraph in Australia: Microsoft challenges Google, Yahoo.

There's more on the way. I'll update this entry as more links come in.

Publish Day - Ink Blog - Can't take the bus

I hate taking the bus. The diesel fumes always combine with the lurching motions to make me nauseous by the first turn. I do everything I can to avoid taking the bus. I ride my bike nine months out of the year – even when it rains – and I walk 4km to the office through the winter.

But I realize public transit is critical to keeping today’s cities balanced and sustainable. We’ll all choke if we exclusively drive cars to get around.

So when I found out just how many areas of London – and city of over 350,000 people – lack bus service, I was surprised and disappointed. It struck me as highly rinky-dink that we could be so behind the times.

(Click the thumbnail image to the right bring up a high-res version).

Your turn: Do you use mass transit? If so, why? If not, why not?

Commuters falling in bus service gaps

Published Wednesday, November 2, 2005

The London Free Press

For a city that has registered a 43-per-cent increase in transit use since 1997, it’s disheartening that so many of its communities still lack bus service.

Lambeth is only one of at least eight areas whose residents can’t take the bus. It is unconscionable that a city of this size has so many gaps in service.

While various levels of government argue over who’s responsible for transit funding, many London children grow up never having ridden the bus. If they hit adulthood before transit reaches their neighbourhood, it’s easy to conclude they’ll never get into the bus habit.

Although London Transit ran a test service in Lambeth in 1999, it was available only during off-peak hours and was, as a result, useless to residents.

Transit will fail unless everyone gets involved. The LTC must run a real test service that includes morning and afternoon rush hours, and residents must learn to leave their cars at home.

And anyone still living in a busless neighbourhood needs to start knocking on the LTC’s door.

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Quoted - Growing BlackBerries

I went on a bit of a media tear at work yesterday. Research In Motion released a new-generation BlackBerry, the 8700c, powered by a cool new Intel XScale processor. Geeky, I know. But it means future devices will be able to do a whole lot more than just look up addresses and call Mom.

I was interviewed for the Globe & Mail, and the piece, RIM launches powerful new BlackBerry, is in today's paper. Paul Waldie is the reporter. They have cross-posted it here as well (the paper often web-posts pieces like this to the Business and Technology sections.)

I'll post other pickups here:

940 NewsTalk Radio, Montreal: MP3 file to be posted after air.
Station home page is here.

There's more going on in my media world, and I'll post more here later this week.

Your turn: Is there a BlackBerry in your future? Why? Why not?

Publish Day – Ink Blog – My Iranian buddy

It was the height of irony that this week is Holocaust Remembrance Week, when we remember the loss of so many innocents and vow to never let it happen again. And here we have Iran’s president calling for Israel and all Jews to be wiped off the face of the planet.

Lovely. I guess he won’t be getting a New Year’s card from me this year.

Seriously, every time I think the world is slowly moving past depthless hatred for others, along comes an idiot like this – a head of state, no less – to remind us that we are as in danger today of meltdown as we were in 1933 when the Nazis came to power and began their murderous campaign.

The biggest danger we face is that of complacency.

Your turn: What are your thoughts on this?

Iranian hatred cause for concern

Published Tuesday, November 1, 2005

The London Free Press

I got a chill down to the base of my spine when Iranian president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad called Israel a Zionist blot that must be “wiped off the map.”

When the leader of a nuclear-capable nation that actively supports terrorism viciously attacks the right of another nation to exist, we are all at risk. As a Jew, it frightens me to my very core. Ahmadinejad has called for the end not only of the country, but of the people who populate it. It’s anti-Semitism raised to its ugliest level since the close of the Second World War.

A quick reminder might help clarify who truly deserves to remain within the community of nations: when the Iranian city of Bam was decimated by an earthquake in 2003, Israel was one of the first nations to volunteer its resources and expertise.

Iran refused, and instead asked all nations of the world, “except the Zionist regime,” for help.

Regardless, Israel would likely offer to help again. Iran’s racist leader might want to ponder this.

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Reach for the sky

Kids and guns

When a colleague sent this to me - 8-year-old girl bags first bear of Maryland's hunting season - the other day, I admit my first reaction was to chuckle. I thought it was a joke.

Then I read into it and dug a little deeper. It was no joke. I guess the gun culture knows no bounds.

Kindly notice that I'm not drawing this discussion on national lines. It would be easy to say this is an American affliction, but that would be an overly simplistic view.

I'm not so naive as to believe that guns are the root of all evil. I'm also not so naive as to believe that gun violence would cease to exist if we added a layer of government bureaucracy to our lives under the guise of so-called gun control. The genie's out of the bottle, and she won't be returning to it any time soon.

But something's wrong with this. I look at my own eight-year-old daughter and wonder if I would ever be possessed to allow her to do the same. Short answer: no.

Your turn: Guns today. Discuss.

Homeward bound glow

Thanks largely to my recent reintroduction to the world of business travel, I often find myself away from home wondering what the end game of the travel game should be.

Travelling for work presents an interesting dichotomy:

1. It opens up doors for career opportunities that you hope will allow you to increase your family's standard of living.
2. It causes no end of stress to everyone you leave behind.

Balancing those two has been an ongoing challenge ever since the first spouse/parent waved goodbye from the front door. I don't have the answers, but I hope talking it through here might help those of us who often find ourselves on the move.

Earlier in my career, I went through a period where I was away from home every other week. It was a brutal schedule, and I hated every minute of it.

I often thought of bringing my Nikon SLR along, but inevitably decided to leave it at home because coddling my beloved camera on a work-related trip just didn't seem all that prudent at the time. So those trips went unrecorded.

Today, I carry my little digicam with me pretty much everywhere. Although it's not as artistically evolved a tool as the Nikon, it allows me to share a glimpse of my newly-alien world with everyone back home. A wireless laptop, headset, instant messaging software and free hotel lobby wireless allow me to deliver the message instantaneously. It's no substitute for being away, but it does fill in the gaps until I return.

I took this picture at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport early in the morning as I was heading home last month. The trip home is always especially special because we know what lies at the end: a warm welcome from the people who matter most. I tend to linger a little longer on the return legs as I look for touchstones along the way that will allow me to tell the story of my trip. I'm not as much melancholy as I am pensive...I want to remember what it felt like to anticipate my homecoming.

This image jumped out at me just as I cleared security and made my way to the subway that takes passengers to the gate. An endless stream of travellers was making its way down the escalators. No one looked up or paid attention to the surroundings. But I was intrigued by the blue glow from the lovely stained glass windows that had been installed in this unlikeliest of places. So I stopped - to raised eyebrows and all - and took a few pictures so that I'd better remember how I felt.

Your turn: How do you bridge the miles when you're away from home?

Catching up - Ink Blog entries

Every two or three weeks, I publish a column in the daily paper here, The London Free Press. It appears on the op-ed page, and from Tuesday through Saturday I comment - in 170 words or so - on whatever newsy stuff I think matters to our readers.

Since one of the reasons I keep this blog is to archive and distribute the work that I publish, I try to post page scans and text versions of everything that gets into print. I don't always do this as quickly as I would like (life's busy these days.) So what I've done is back-post the entries for my most recent "on" week - October 18 through 22 - and have included the links here.

I hope you'll go back and read 'em. These short snappers are designed to elicit reader response, so I hope you'll also take the time to drop a comment and let me know what you think.

Tue Oct 18 – Flu shots, please

Wed Oct 19 – Yummy pesticides

Thu Oct 20 – Bad Customs attitude

Fri Oct 21 – Capital budget follies

Sat Oct 22 – Tobacco plant closure

Bath time

Tonight was bath night at the zoo. The two older kids have long outgrown the take-a-bath-with-a-sibling phase of their lives. While they were busy taking their own showers, I got to give the little guy a bath.

The ritual began with his frantic search for his froggy goggles. Then we picked out an appropriate towel - it had to be a solid color. He selected his pyjamas - blue one-piece jams that turn him into blueberry boy - and chose his bedtime music. After twenty minutes of meticulous preparation, he was ready to get into the bathtub.

But not to bathe. First he had to play for a few minutes. I figured a slightly later bedtime was worth it, so simply watched from the sidelines as he explored the tub and took himself on a pirate's adventure with the Tupperware bowl I had left on the side.

Eventually, I suggested we get washing before he turned into a prune. He reluctantly agreed, then helped me make his hair shmushy with his shampoo. He's getting more ticklish these days - he is his mother's son, after all - so I let him do his neck on his own, too. I admit I enjoyed trying to clean there, because his giggles were priceless.

After what seemed like nowhere near enough time, it was time for him to get out. I wrapped his wiggling, shivering form in his too-large, solid-color towel and sent him on his way to finish drying off.

It wasn't an overtly memorable event in his life. He's had plenty of baths thus far, and he'll obviously have many more. But as a vignette, a slice, I wanted to remember what it felt like to spend those few minutes with a little guy who so very much loves being a little guy.

Maybe those small moments are worth writing about after all.

Has it been that long?

His entry into the world was a little on the rough side. He hung around for 16-and-a-half hours of labor. When the usual route didn't work out for him, the Docs performed a crash c-section and fetched him. His head was slightly elongated when he came out, which the Docs attributed to his getting beaten around inside before they fetched him. To break the tension, they joked that we had a conehead.

He was small: 6 pounds, 5 ounces. And in the ensuing days he lost more weight, had trouble breathing and spent time in the NICU in an oxygen tent. We didn't get much sleep as we hovered over his little form under the harsh lights. We sang to him, spoke to him, and let him know we couldn't wait to bring him home.

Which we did after a few frightening days. When we finally left the hospital, I drove like it was my first time in the car: scared. I kept the hazards on, and refused to get onto the highway because I was so nervous with him in the car. Debbie kept her hand over his face to make sure he was still breathing.

He's obviously grown in a lot of ways since his first few days on this planet, and every milestone he's experienced since has represented yet another in a long series of firsts for our family.

He turned 11 today. No longer a little boy, stretching just a little harder than we'd like into his teen years. We wish time didn't go so fast. We wish it would slow down just long enough for us to savor each moment before it races off in that same direction: forward.

I feel old, yet I can't imagine life without him. And as he matures, I love seeing how his insight grows, too. He's a good soul, just like his Mom.

His arrival made us parents. I wish I could put into words what it's like to watch him figure out how to navigate this chaotic world. But vaunted writer that I am, I can't. I'm capable only of the occasional snippet that, I hope, inspires others to look at their own children and try to do better.

Happy birthday, little man. May your next 11 years be even more exciting than your first.

Love,

Dad

On loss

News item: The United States has recorded its 2,000th death in Iraq since hostilities began.

As tragic as the total number is, this is as good a time as any to reflect on what it means:

• 2,000 families have lost a loved one.
• 2,000 brothers, sisters, moms, dads, husbands, wives, sons, daughters, friends...all gone.
• 2,000 people frozen in time, who will never fulfill their destiny.
• Countless others left behind, their lives going on, somehow, without them.
  

Tim Harper is a columnist for the Toronto Star. He wrote this piece, Matt Kimmell's funeral, that tells one such story. I had difficulty getting through it as I thought how easily it could be any one of us. Or any one from my own little world.

I guess if we all spent enough time searching, we could find similar stories about the other 1,999. Of course, by then, that number will have tragically grown even larger.

Your turn: Why?

Adventures in home ownership

673rd in a series...

There’s a right way to change a bulb in an electric stove. Then there’s my way. Here’s how things played out when the culinary light left our world this weekend:

Step 1: Open stove door and observe that the bulb has shattered, leaving a jagged base stuck in the socket. This will happen when the bulb is as old as the oven: 9 years. It served us well.

Step 2: Gingerly touch the edges of the bulb’s base. Oh yes, they’re sharp.

Step 3: Fetch a Winnie the Pooh band aid while my wife and I discuss alternative means of extracting the bulb remnants.

Step 4: Wife suggests a potato. We have none. Perhaps a crispy apple will do the trick. I pull one from the fruit drawer and begin carving it carefully so that it will fit into the hole.

Step 5: Watch sadly as the apple fails to grasp the ragged edges. Too mushy. Apple juice streams down the back wall of the oven.

Step 6: Grab the nearest pair of pliers and begin to gently twist the bulb.

Step 7: Notice with consternation that the soft metal has begun to buckle and flake off.

Step 8: Stop using pliers to turn the bulb. Start using them to rip the bejeezus out of the bulb.

Step 9: Observe many small metal fragments cascade into the stove. Children gather by the kitchen table to watch the unfolding spectacle – not unlike spectators at an accident scene. Daughter asks if it hurts for Daddy to be half inside the stove.

Step 10: Bulb tugging activity intensifies as I become increasingly frustrated. Sweat pours from my brow. It’s me vs. the stupid shard of metal.

Step 11: Did I gouge out some of the porcelain surrounding the socket?

Step 12: Enough of the metal is now gone that the bulb begins to turn on its own. In a fit of victory, I give one last yank.

Step 13: Large sparks shoot out of the socket as the bulb breaks free and I fall back. On my duff.

Step 14: Wife checks that I’m OK. Wife is heard to utter, “Uh oh” as she looks up at the stove’s digital clock and sees…nothing. It’s dead.

Step 15: I wonder aloud if perhaps I should have unplugged the oven before embarking on this adventure (I told you I’m not handy.)

Step 16: Concerned that perhaps the oven is no longer getting power, I reach, like a moth drawn to the porch light, into the socket and touch it.

Step 17: My fingertip and arm confirm that 110 volt AC current is indeed flowing through the socket.

Step 18: Make the long trek down to the electrical box in the basement. Dollar signs dance in my head as I wonder how much this might potentially cost us.

Step 19: Reset the breaker – it had tripped, but only sorta halfway. Good thing I didn’t pursue electrician school.

Step 20: Return to kitchen to a relieved wife. The clock works. We're saved.

Step 21: Vacuum up the stove, screw in the new bulb, and smile to my once-again happy family as light returns to our midst.

Your turn: I know some of you have your own home repair stories from hell. I hope you’ll share one in a comment.

Read this - Christine's blog

Last week, I started a new tradition here at Written Inc. I call it Read This, and it's my attempt to highlight web logs that I think deserve to be read more widely. The first entry is here.

This week's blog is Mommy Matters. Christine manages to juggle the complex demands of familyhood in the wake of a big move that took her family to a new state. It's a reality to which I - and I'm sure many of you - relate all too well. And she writes about it so eloquently that you won't want to stop reading.

I hope you'll drop in and see how she and her brood are doing. Please tell her Carmi says hi, and if you've got a few free minutes, visit her husband's blog as well. Even if you're not an ex-submariner, you'll get his writing, too.

Publish Day - Ink Blog - Damn Cigarettes

I've long harbored resentment toward the tobacco industry. Sure, one can argue that smokers do it to themselves. They choose to start smoking, so whatever ailments eventually bring them down are pretty much their own darn fault.

But I believe that we all have a responsibility to do work that benefits the world around us. The tobacco industry does none of this. Its product kills. Its makers cynically fight efforts to hold them at least partially accountable for some of this cost to society.

I attended college in the shadow – and smell – of Imperial Tobacco’s main plant in Montreal. I now live in the middle of southwestern Ontario’s tobacco belt, which has long lived the good life thanks to the proceeds of cash-rich tobacco crops.

Now, a community reels as its high-paying (average: over $84,000/year) jobs are about to go up in smoke. I feel immensely sorry for those who will lose their jobs. But I felt compelled to say it now because I didn’t see anyone else saying it: the industry has had decades to change direction. People who work for tobacco firms have had just as much time to find similarly lucrative work.

I feel awful for their loss, but at the same time I figure society gains from the gradual drawing down of big tobacco’s ability to foist its killer products on us. Eventually, we all win.

Disclosure: I am the son of a man whose longtime smoking habit put him on a trajectory of chronic cardiac disease, multiple surgeries and a reduced quality of life. It has shaped my life – and that of our entire family – in ways I would rather have avoided. So I guess you can say I’ve got a bit of a chip on my shoulder.

Tobacco closings have silver lining

Published Saturday, October 22, 2005

The London Free Press

Imperial Tobacco’s announcement that it’s closing its Aylmer and Guelph plants leaves me feeling ambivalent.

As a wage-earning, bill-paying member of my community, I feel empathy for the 635 employees who will lose their jobs. The affected communities will suffer and I wish we could all cushion their blow.

But as much as we feel for the employees, tobacco remains a killer. We’ve had stark scientific evidence of this for over 40 years. Consumers seem to have gotten this message, as Imperial’s cigarette sales have tumbled 38 per cent since December 1994.

The closing of the plants hardly comes as a surprise. Those have relied on the tobacco-driven economy had ample warning to wean themselves off the business benefits of this legalized drug.

While these communities prospered, thousands of Canadians were dying premature deaths as a result of their addictive output.

These closings, then, come with a silver lining. And a lesson: When you make a deal with the devil, you may occasionally get burned.

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Weird search engine fun

Like most folks who maintain a web log, I like to track the statistics to see how many people visit me, and how they get here.

Like most stats services, mine provides the URL of the referring site: the last page the visitor was on before clicking on the link to my blog. So if someone found me using a search engine, I know what search terms were used, and how my page ranked.

So I'm not sure what's more disturbing:

1. The search terms used by this one particular visitor this evening;
2. Or the fact that my site ranked 8th for that search string from the MSN Search site.

Here's the string: photos of man caught making love to wife's friend

Ew.

The Internet never ceases to amaze - and sicken - me.

Your turn: What's the strangest search term that you've ever found in your own stats reporting?

Maelstrom of margarine

I am not a morning person. At the time that I took this picture, I was sitting at the kitchen table and wishing that I could still be in bed and finishing off yet another happy dream.

So I pointed the lens down at this oil-laden landscape in the hope that some photographic silliness would help jump-start my day. I don't think I succeeded, but I really like this picture for reasons I cannot explain.

Your turn - 2 parts:

• What three words cross your mind as you see this picture?
• Please suggest other breakfast foods that might look nice - or simply odd - in pictures. I'll shoot my favorite(s) and post it (them) here tomorrow.
  

Publish Day - Ink Blog - Taxpayer's Lament

I'm nothing if not a passionate advocate for the little guy. Although I’m a big believer in the basic tenets of democracy, I feel today’s governments at all levels have become too large to truly understand and appreciate the perspectives of those who elected them in the first place – and who pay their salaries and related expenses.

The inability to prioritize expenditures isn’t limited to The Simpsons’ Mayor Quimby. And I wanted to send a message to London’s City Hall that it’s time to get real about funding the stuff we need and dumping the stuff we merely want.

The whole concept of wants vs. needs seems to be lost on today’s governments. I wanted to remind ‘em a little.

BTW, this piece comes with a cool geeky back story: I wrote and filed it wirelessly late Wednesday night from the hotel's lobby. I read the paper off of my PalmPilot - which I had synced just before settling on the topic. I'm getting used to the virtual office thing. I can think of worse ways to get work done.

London faces tough budget decisions

Published Friday, October 21, 2005

The London Free Press

It’s good to see the city seeking public input as it tries to pare down the wish list of capital projects for next year’s municipal budget.

We are no different than any other city: relentless downloading by provincial and federal governments has severely strained London’s ability to provide a full range of municipal services while keeping tax rates in check. It’s been a losing battle for years, and it won’t get better.

Piled on top of this government-caused mess is a global economy that grows more tenuous with each passing day.

The time for municipal austerity is now. Whatever we don’t absolutely need should be pitched – now. Extra overpasses are nice, but not critical to the city’s well-being. Widened roads make little sense in a city where rush hour is 11 cars at a red light. The police headquarters expansion might need a rethink if costs continue to balloon.

City leaders must learn to ignore the special interest groups who scream the loudest. The taxpayers who pay the bills deserve no less.

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Publish Day - Ink Blog - Nasty Officer

Some days, ideas for my column just fall from the sky.

This week, I'm on the move, flying to Boston on a media tour. As my colleague and I were waiting in line to check in at the airport, I was telling her how challenged I was coming up with a really strong story idea for my upcoming deadline. She told me not to worry, that ideas always materialize when I least expect them. How little did I know that my next piece would literally write itself as I passed through Customs.

What I learned from this experience is you must always keep your eyes and ears open. Writers can gain inspiration from anything and anyone, even the sad-looking civil servant sitting behind a wicket at the airport.

Strange ‘Customs’ for such a close ally

Published Thursday, October 20, 2005

The London Free Press

BOSTON, Mass. -- Washington, we have a problem.

The Customs officers charged with deciding who can and cannot get into the United States are apparently in need of an attitude adjustment. At least that’s my conclusion after encountering the mother of all attitudinally challenged officers in Toronto while flying to Boston yesterday for some business meetings.

First, she ignored my approach to her wicket, preferring instead to stare down at her feet while I stood in front of her and wondered what I should do next.

When she finally woke up, she berated me for not having the right kind of birth certificate, for smiling for my driver’s license photo, and for filling out my customs documentation in the wrong coloured ink.

She eventually waved me away with a terse, “Go,” and ignored my wishes for her to have a nice day.

Canada remains America’s largest trading partner. Treating visiting Canadians like cattle is a ridiculous way to attract visitors – and their currency. Perhaps they might consider charm school instead.

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Safe at home

I got home late last night and promptly tucked my weary head into bed. Travel doesn't agree with me. I'm a very comfortable flyer, but I don't enjoy being away from home and off my routine.

So coming home and waking up with a kindergartner's head resting on my shoulder was a very grounding experience for me. The early-morning patter that echoed through the house as we all got ready for work and school was music to my ears. I'm sure I'll view the morning routine less poetically next week, but being away for a bit sure does heighten one's appreciation of these little things.

I think today's picture is a cool one. I was lucky to have a brief while to walk around Boston's Back Bay and downtown core around the Prudential building. This one's taken from an alley behind the Sheraton, and includes both buildings in stark, geometric relief. Who says modern architecture is uniformly boring?

Publish Day - Ink Blog - On Pesticides

I'm not a tree-hugging, granola-crunching, scooter-driving enviro-zealot. But I do care about our planet, and I do care about the future of our children.

So when I see lawn care folks criss-crossing the neighborhood and wearing space suits while they spray the grass, I worry. When we have to stay off the lawns for days afterward, I worry.

Although I’m no scientist, my journalist’s and parent’s gut tells me drenching the yard with unpronounceable chemicals in the pursuit of The Perfect Lawn is most definitely a Bad Thing – all caps deliberate.

So I wrote this:

Pesticide bylaw’s troubling issues

Published Wednesday, October 19, 2005

The London Free Press

Although I’m happy to see opponents of pesticide spraying working closely with lawn-care industry representatives to hammer out improvements to London’s proposed pesticide bylaw, I still worry it will result in a watered down end result.

Each side has quoted conflicting statistics that alternately claim

pesticides are either as non-threatening as a spring shower, or are the urban equivalent of a toxic waste dump.

While the truth likely lies somewhere in the middle, two stark facts remain: The people who spray the lawns in my neighborhood wear heavy protective gear while doing so; and the signs they leave behind forbid using the lawns for at least three days.

If the stuff is so safe, why all the precautions?

In raising our kids, we err on the side of caution until we know better. I don’t understand why we – and our elected leaders – have been so quick to accept the lawn-care industry’s claims at face value.

The relentless pursuit of a perfect lawn just doesn’t seem worth the risk.

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Update: After this piece was published, I received an e-mail from a woman who says she's a biologist who works in the lawn care industry. As you can appreciate, she disagree with my perspectives on this issue. Her points were very well taken, and I was glad she took the time to share her thoughts with me. I'm sorry I neglected to ask if she would be confortable having her child stand under a stream of her firm's lawn care solution. I guess now we'll never know.

When in Boston...

...one is apparently compelled to take a screenshot while blogging wirelessly from the hotel lobby.

I'm here in this wondrous city in advance of some work-related meetings scheduled for tomorrow. I found a free hotspot and am sucking the daylights out of its available bandwidth.

I have so much work to do before I tuck in, but I couldn't be here and not snapshot it in some way.

Being away from home - again - reminds me of why I love being a part of it in the first place. It's an often chaotic, noisy, toy-strewn, place. But it comes with lots of little-people hugs at bedtime, and a rhythm of life that no antiseptic hotel can ever hope to replicate. I've been chatting via MSN Messenger with my wife, but it's just not the same as having a late-night mug of tea with her at the kitchen table.

My wife told me our little guy wanted to know how I was going to hug and kiss them goodnight from so far away. She said she'd give them an extra hug and kiss, and explicitly told them they were from me.

Sadly, we often miss the true value of something only after it's been out of our life for a bit. I miss my brood, and can't wait to be home so I can deliver the kisses and hugs in person.

Wherever you're travelling, please do it safely so that you can return to your own center of warmth.

Your turn: How do you bridge the distance when you have to be away from your family?

Publish Day - Ink Blog - Flu Shot

Here's the first entry of the fourth "wave" or "flight" of Ink Blog column entries that I publish every two or three weeks in the London Free Press.

I wrote this after hearing from yet another person how he absolutely couldn’t be bothered to get his flu shot this year. He said he hated needles, and never gets sick anyway. As if to convince us that everyone else is nuts, he finished off by saying every time he’s ever had a shot in his life, he’s gotten sick.

Um, right.

I suspect he was simply afraid of getting a needle – most overly-macho men typically overcompensate on the excuses when trying to justify their refusal to roll up their sleeves. But I frankly didn’t have the energy to argue with him.

So I published it in the paper instead:

Don’t fear flu shot as vital season nears

Published Tuesday, October 18, 2005

The London Free Press

I’ve never much liked birds. Try to pet them and they peck your finger. Forget to lock their cages and they fly away. Park under a tree and they’ll happily redecorate your car.

This year, it appears birds can kill us, too.

Headlines warn of an impending avian flu pandemic. Chickens in Europe and elsewhere are being methodically destroyed as officials try to keep the deadly infection from spreading.

This coincides with the advent of our annual flu season. Already, doctors everywhere are gearing up to deliver vaccinations to those unafraid of a little needle prick.

I’m under no illusion that my regular flu shot will protect me from the avian, or bird, strain.

But I remember Toronto’s SARS experience well. Ignoring a public health crisis, wherever it is, significantly increases our chance of becoming victims.

Proactive health management must start at home. We’re all at risk if our neighbours fail to pay attention.

You can never be too prepared. Please get your flu shot, and stay home – and alone – if you don’t.

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Sign of the times

Quiet scenes always seem to attract my lens. There's something oddly poignant about what happens to places designed for boisterous activity when everyone goes home. It's like watching empty baseball stadiums, hockey arenas and swimming pools. Somehow, places like this don't wear their silence well. They need life, and the gloom of a setting sun doesn't seem to fit the scene.

As autumn's chill deepens, I look at pictures like this and wonder how long it will be before we can return here with our kids. After a few months of winter, the warmth, and the children it attracts, will no doubt return.

Thinking longer-term, I wonder how many more years they'll be young enough to want to return at all. I guess we have to enjoy it - and them - as long as there is enough of the child in them to want to come back to this place.

"Evolution" entry gets picked up!

I've got some neat news as a followup to the entry I posted earlier today, entitled The evolution of newspapers.

The Washington Post uses Technorati to display who's linking to their stories in near-real-time. It looks like Written Inc. has hit the top of the list for both stories that I quoted and linked to earlier today.

Here's the graphic from the original piece. If you click over to the page for the related online chat with the reporter, Written Inc. will show up there as well. The Technorati feeds for each piece, respectively, are here and here.

Damn, this is neat!

The evolution of newspapers

As a journalist with deep roots in the world of technology, I find today's discussions on the future of newspapers in an increasingly electronic, online world to be fascinating.

I'm lucky to be right in the middle of the discussion: I write for a newspaper, I maintain a blog, and my comments on technology and its implications have been published and broadcast widely in recent months.

And as much ink has been spilled about whether the newspaper as we know it will even exist - either in its current form, a modified one, or at all - in a few years, the discussion is far from over.

Frank Ahrens is the Washington Posts's media & entertainment industry reporter. He penned a piece - Ink and Paper or 1s and 0s? - in yesterday's paper. Subtitled Nervous, Newspapers Look to Technology for Alternate Ways to Put the News in Your Hands, the piece does a great job talking about the core issues that are driving the change in newspapers, and some of the future technologies the editors of tomorrow will use to deliver the news to our doorstep.

The Washington Post often has reporters go online to hold chat/Q&A-type sessions with readers. The transcript of this particular session is stored under the Newspapers: The Future headline. Note to any editors who read this: the Post's implementation is leading-edge. Read and learn.

It's important stuff, because we all need some sort of window on the world. And even if we don't subscribe and pretend not to care, the evolution of all media ultimately affects us all.

For a somewhat different perspective on this issue, David Carr published a piece entitled Forget Blogs, Print Needs its own iPod in the October 10th New York Times. The Post is also ran this piece on the 12th: Wall Street Journal To Narrow Its Pages. I'll post links to more pieces like this as they hit print - or the web.

Your turn: Where are newspapers headed? Why? What will have to happen to ensure their survival and growth?

Technorati tag: writteninc

Read this - Heather's blog

I suspect I'm not doing enough to shed light on some of the great bloggers who comment here, and whose sites are linked to in my blogroll.

In the end, it's all about community, so please consider this my first attempt at bringing attention to writers who clearly deserve a wider audience. Approximately once a week I'll post a link to a blog of particular note. I do hope you'll spread the fun by following the link and telling the blogger in question that I say hi.

To wit, allow me to introduce you to Heather. This entry on her excellent blog, Blog, Blah, Blah, will make you laugh out loud. The rest of her site will keep you similarly compelled. Please drop by and send her my best.

The Batmobile loses 2 wheels

Little man forgot his backpack and lunch box in the house this morning. In a five-year-old's life, this would normally make for a very sad day. Although adults can just as easily pick something up or skip lunch altogether, the Rules of Kindergarten dictate otherwise.

My wife got ahold of me as I was on my two-wheeled way into town (bless the inventor of the cell phone.) I doubled back and found his stuff waiting patiently in the front hall.

When one commutes by bicycle, bags and racks are key. I'm one of those OCD types who can't stand to have a bag on his back. They limit my mobility and vision, they're hot, and they mess up my center of gravity. In a pinch, I'll wear one. But it's generally best to keep cargo as low as possible on the frame of the bike. So I set out to find places to stuff my son's gear.

I managed to get his lunch bag into one of the bags clipped onto my rear rack. But the backpack was just too big, and wasn't going anywhere. So I slipped it onto my back and set off. By the first set of lights, I had forgotten I was even wearing it - little people, apparently, travel light.

A few minutes later, I noticed motorists and pedestrians were looking at me funny. Some were smiling. Others waved. A couple of drivers even honked. I wondered what all the commotion was about.

Time out for some context-setting: I am not a morning person. I process more slowly in the few hours after I awake. Today was even worse because it was a very foggy morning. I'm not sure what that has to do with my aversion to mornings, but I felt it important enough to include here. Let's continue...

It eventually dawned on me that folks thought a grown man wearing a Batman backpack on a bicycle was a pretty odd thing. I smiled at the thought and cruised the rest of the way to school.

In the end, a little guy had his lunch, and I got to enjoy a few minutes of utter silliness in what is usually a depressingly mundane vehicular battle to get into town. And I made a few strangers smile.

A good day all around.

Your turn: Ever done anything that makes complete strangers break into ear-to-ear grins?

The hellish life of a Smurf

Thankfully, our kids came along long after the Smurf craze subsided into history. Despite their so-yesterday pop culture status, the little blue people continue to show up in the most interesting places.

For example, major news organizations are leading their kicker* segments with news of a UNICEF campaign in Belgium designed to raise awareness of the former child soldiers in Africa. So far so good - worthy cause, important message, all the stuff you expect of a UN outfit.

But they've decided to create a commercial in which Smurfs are bombed. I guess we're supposed to equate the child-soldiers with the smallish blue, language-challenged munchkins.

Anyway, the AP story is here. The video is here and here. Here's another blogger's assessment of the whole thing. I'll leave you to draw your own conclusions.

Next up, Barney learns how to plant roadside explosives and the Teletubbies strap on ammunition vests.

Your turn: Does this represent appropriate use of a character of childhood? Do you believe it will ultimately help those former child-soldiers in Africa?

*Kicker = the sort-of funny, slice-of-life kind of story that media outlets like to toss into the less-travelled regions of the news package to fill space and lighten things up. Television news outlets usually run them as the last piece of the night (hence "kicker"...the last kick at the can) and newspapers like to toss in one- or two-graf funnies to fill space and break up what might otherwise be seen as an overwhelmingly bad news day.

Catching up - Ink Blog entries

I've been super-slow in getting my recent columns from the London Free Press posted to the blog. They seem to have changed the way they update the columnist pages on Canoe.ca, which has resulted in my page there going stale.

Bummer, I know. But I'll just pick up the slack on this blog.

I have back-posted the entries from August and September. Since the newspaper's archived links to my older longer-form pieces have also been broken by the latest updates, I'll be gradually moving the full content here and changing the sidebar links to point internally. This promises to be a pretty sizeable chunk of work, so I'll proceed in pieces over the next few weeks and let you know when it's done.

Thanks for your patience. I'll go hang the construction sign now (ah, makes me nostalgic for the early days of the web, but I digress.) Feel free to comment here or on any of the individual entries that I've linked to below. Your feedback here will help evolve this important experiment in editorial opinion writing.

Here are the internal links to the Ink Blog entries for the three waves I've published to-date. Enjoy 'em:

Wave 1:

Tue Aug 23 -Launch day - buck-a-litre gas
Wed Aug 24 -Canada's new Governor-General
Thu Aug 25 - Conserving electricity
Fri Aug 26 - Taxpayers getting fleeced
Sat Aug 27 - Supplies for Students

Wave 2:

Tue Sep 06 - Cuba's gesture muted by media
Wed Sep 07 - Faster, wider roads getting us nowhere
Thu Sep 08 - Don't take away local school control
Fri Sep 09 - Don't dismiss West Nile's danger
Sat Sep 10 - Ford plant fight makes little sense

Wave 3:

Tue Sep 27 - Slayings may spur new look at noose
Wed Sep 28 - A new recipe for London developers
Thu Sep 29 - City officials should 'pedal' bicycle plan
Fri Sep 30 - Talented young kids just 'Grand'
Sat Oct 01 - Readers cite concern about developers

Word verification - back in place

The grand experiment is now over. After, oh, 16 hours, I have reimplemented word verfication on the blog. (Click here for the original entry.)

Almost from the moment I removed the feature, I have been getting slammed with comment spam. What's worse, it's been hitting older entries as well, making it even more difficult to hunt down and remove.

I know there are a number of things I should be doing, such as:

1. Implementing Haloscan commenting.
2. Moving the blog to an entirely new platform.
3. Setting up my own domain.

Although all of these remain on my wish list, the thing I lack at this time is...time. Using the Blogger service is a relatively low-overhead means of maintaining this blog. I don't have the free time to move everything over - not now, anyway, but hopefully soon.

Until then, I'll apologize for forcing you all to type in wacked-out key combinations when leaving comments. Blame the scum among us who insist on ruining what should otherwise be an enlightening, inspirational experience.

Thank you for your understanding.