Pink jazz trancers

Continuing the theme of backlit subjects, I thought I'd share this one. It's a wine cooler that I subsequently drank - I know, try to contain your sense of shock that I actually consumed alcohol. It doesn't happen often, and when it does, there's usually a darn good reason for it.

But enough about my non-drinking problem. Let's talk photography: I'm a big fan of simplicity in composition. A simple curve, for example, can often be more memorable than a whole whack of them. But then you throw in the play of light on a seemingly bare surface and you end up with a picture that asks to be looked at again and again. Simple, yet complex. An enigma inside a paradox. Kinda like the guy who took the picture in the first place.

Your turn: I'm having fun with titles. This one's from one of my all-time favorite Devo tunes. Why do song titles often make such interesting titles for blog entries?

Oh, and while you're at it, what comes to mind in the first couple of seconds that you view this picture?

Exploding laptops, oh my!

We sent out a press release at work yesterday in response to a report published in The Inquirer that some poor soul's Dell laptop exploded and burned in Japan. Battery recalls are apparently nothing new for laptop manufacturers - mine was recalled last year, coincidentally - and reports of battery-caused fires go back over 20 years.

Although my first thought on seeing the report was a dismissive, "Dude, you're getting a third-degree burn on your lap," I eventually wiped the smirk off my face and realized this is a serious issue. To wit, if one of these things goes incendiary while you're on a plane, you and your fellow winged-tube-dwellers are pretty much cooked.

I'll wager the prospect of hundreds of thousands of laptops being recalled because they could overheat and catch fire scares you as much as it scares me.

So we released this to the wires yesterday: Exploding Laptops Pose Potential Hazard for Air Travel and Personal Safety. It was initially posted to Yahoo! Finance, as well as PR Newswire. Stay tuned for more.

Your turn: Am I being the technological equivalent of Chicken Little? And even if you think I am, do you think Mr. Little would make a good pet for a child?

Update - Thursday afternoon: We're raising quite the ruckus with this one. Here's a quick view of some pickups:

• United Press International (UPI) wire service: Beware of exploding laptops
• The Globe & Mail - Canada's largest newspaper - See this blog entry for more background on this pickup.
  
• The analyst site, Tekrati, and PhysOrg.
• Baseline Magazine (Ziff-Davis): Burning-Hot Laptops: A Serious Problem? Byline: Todd Spangler
• Red Herring: Laptop Fire Brings Flashpoint. Byline: Eydie Cubarrubia
  
• Barrons Online - Tech Trader Daily: Something New To Worry About: Exploding Laptops Byline: Eric Savitz (who quite kindly added a link directly back to this blog.)
• Mobilised: PC Failures Down As Dell Laptop Blows Up. (Positioned opposite Gartner.)
• Vancouver Sun: Laptop Safety Lapse.
• Silicon.com: Weekly roundup - where Carmi gets flamed (I'm called a scaremonger, among other things.)
• IT World Canada: Tempers flare after laptop explodes.
  

Ocean blue

The grocery stores in our neighborhood continue to surprise us with glimpses of color and light where we least expect them. We have a Sobeys in our town that was built maybe six years ago. A few months ago, ownership changed hands and before the ink on the contract was dry, the almost-new building was in the process of being ripped to shreds. After a few months of chaos, the place sports a funky new brick facade and some nice new fruit holders. As far as I can tell, it isn't any bigger.

I fail to see the rationale behind this facadist grocery makeover, but then again I do not own a grocery store.

There is one happy byproduct of the change: the windows behind the checkout aisles seem to be much brighter than they were before. So as you're walking out of the store lamenting how much you spent - which we were doing on this day, because our kids came with us - you can at least be bathed in friendly, natural light.

The giant display of bottled water has been moved right up against this window, which makes for an interesting bit of backlighting if you happen to have a camera handy. Which I thankfully did.

I know that the bottles are colored blue to convince us that this is clean and fresh and somehow worth more than the free stuff that comes from the tap. I know that this is a blatant marketing trick. But I still like the end result, not so much for the surface color, but for the hue it casts as you walk past.

Your turn: What other examples can you think of where color is used to sell us stuff? Does this bother you?

Goatee

Today's interconnected world brings us goodness on so many planes, not the least of which is a regular flow of oddball stories that at first blush seem too bizarre to be true. To wit, I bring you the following kicker-type missive:

Goat demoted after unfortunate parade incident

Normally, something like this would be greeted with a quick laugh before we move on to our morning orange juice. But then I thought further, and I was mortified: these are British soldiers. They supposedly protect the U.K. from, you know, total annihilation.

And they saluted a goat. Then they demoted him for behaving like a....goat!

The world truly has gone mad. At least the Canadian Armed Forces, with their Cessna attack aircraft and porous, flammable submarines, never worshipped farm animals as ranking leaders.

Your turn: Military intelligence. Oxymoron? Please discuss.

Twice around the sun

Two years ago today, I started jotting my thoughts down on a little unknown online entity known as Written Inc. (Here's the first entry, And So It Begins.) I wrote a fairly verbose missive, dubbed Once Around the Sun, on my blog's first anniversary, so I'll spare the sap this time out.

But I didn't want to let this milestone pass without at least a casual mention. And a thank you to all of you who have dropped in, read my sometimes-off-the-wall words, and shared your thoughts so generously and honestly. It's been a pretty remarkable journey thus far, and I do hope you'll continue to share it with me in the months and years to come.

So many words left to write and share. Onward...

Your turn: I often wonder what possesses complete strangers to take precious time out of their day to visit my site. So I ask you, why?

Shoots

Because it's been such a busy writing week for me, I haven't spent as much time with the camera as I would like. My wife came to the same conclusion when she realized we haven't been taking pictures a whole lot in recent days. Admittedly, I felt sad when I mulled it over for a few seconds: what moments did we miss? Now we'll never know.

Time to get back behind the lens, then.

This image is one of the oodles captured when we went to the great peninsula to the south last winter. I rather liked the visual flow of the leaves. This picture brought me comfort when we returned home and our windows were filled with frost and snow.

This speaks of warmth, togetherness and peace: which, not altogether coincidentally, is what I'm feeling right now as I listen to our kids play together on a Sunday morning and I watch my wife get our home's day underway.

I hope you'll take a moment to slowly consider these three related concepts: Warmth, togetherness and peace. May your Sunday - and every day beyond - be filled with ample amounts of both.

Your turn: What makes you smile from your heart on a quiet weekend morning?

Publish Day - Ink Blog - Killer youth

Today was a much better writing day for me (see here for the back story.) My piece in today's paper was the lead item, and I'm very pleased with how it turned out. This week's run seemed to revolve around my need to be endlessly self-righteous. Right and wrong, crime and punishment, justice for all...my head didn't want to let go of these themes as I wrote my columns this week.

To be quite frank, I don't know what possesses me to focus so intently on one theme or another. But whenever it happens, I know better than to question it. I just let the words come out, and let the chips fall where they may.

This piece is pretty self-explanatory. Canada once again leads the world in its bleeding-heart treatment of youth offenders. This week, our Supreme Court sealed the deal when it said youth justice should not serve as a deterrent. Instead, it should rehabilitate.

Say what?

So the net result is I now live in a country where the court system no longer believes it can deter future youth crime. Great. Next thing, we'll be handing the jail cell keys over to the young cretins who put our collective future at risk. Lovely. Here's what I wrote:

Kiddie killers get smack on wrist
Published Saturday, June 24, 2006
The London Free Press

If a decision Thursday by Canada’s top court is any indication, the Supreme Court reigns supreme in one way only: silliness.

The court upheld a one-day jail sentence for a 15-year old from Winnipeg who had beaten a man to death with two billiard balls inside a sock.

One day. One life. Justice doesn’t necessarily mean fairness.

The high court explained that the Youth Criminal Justice Act, which became law in 2003, is not intended to deter youth crime. Instead, the focus should be on rehabilitation.

I find it difficult to accept that our current legislation can let young offenders off the hook with barely a shrug, and look forward to the federal Conservatives following through on their campaign promise to toughen the existing law.

While I appreciate that we risk hardening young offenders into lifelong criminals if we toughen their punishments, I also appreciate the need for punishment that fits the crime. Ensuring public safety should be the most important goal of all.

Letting killers walk free without holding them accountable endangers society and serves no rehabilitative purpose whatsoever.

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Your turn: Unidentified teenager kills a man with two pool balls in a sock. What would you do to him? What do you think about the court's perspective that youth sentences should not deter?
Am I off-centre for thinking that this is insane?

Unpublish Day

Into every writer's life must come the occasional speed bump. Mine came today, when I opened up the paper to find the column that I had written wasn't there. In its place was a placeholder ad. Here's what happened:

Yesterday, I read the paper when I first woke up. Whenever it's a deadline day for my column, I start my day with a survey of local, regional, national and international news. I look for stories that jump out at me, whose topical nature might make a strong column.

I came across the sad story of a 27-year-old woman who had been hit and killed by a car on a road I ride every morning and evening on my commute. In fact, I had been right there earlier in the day. Scary stuff...it can happen to anyone.

The story said the police were looking for a small purple vehicle. Uh oh, I thought: a hit-and-run. I crafted a piece about hit-and-run drivers. I mixed in equal parts anger and fear. I think it was good writing.

I submitted the piece on my lunch break, then went back to my all-day meeting. I got home after 7 p.m. and logged on to the PC. To my horror, I saw an updated, web-posted article that said the original story was wrong. The driver had not fled. My column was now instantly obsolete and outright inaccurate...based on errant reporting.

I called every number I could remember, but couldn't reach anyone (it was nighttime.) I (wrongly) assumed that someone would catch it and call me, and the fact that the phone hadn't rung and my inbox had no message meant that someone was on top of it.

In the overall scheme of things, this isn't a major issue. It happens. And when it does, my skin gets a little thicker and I learn still more lessons about how far I can and cannot go when I submit pieces for publication. Next time, I won't be afraid to call folks at home.

In the interim, wrong reporting or not, and my journalistic whining notwithstanding, someone died because a motorist took a curve way too fast, jumped the curb and ran her down as she rode on a bike path. Even if the circumstances were initially not clear, the end result was just as tragic. And although my initial cut at an Ink Blog entry didn't make the papers, I've included it here anyway, because writing is writing, and I never want any of my words to go to waste. There's a lesson in here regardless.

Here's my unpublished piece:

Yesterday, I rode my bicycle to work scared. As I passed the spot on Richmond Street where a 27-year-old woman was struck and killed by a motorist on Wednesday evening, I shuddered to think it could have been me.

I cycle that road daily, sharing a sliver of asphalt with often-impatient drivers. I’ve been cut off, brushed back, and yelled at by drivers who refuse to acknowledge that cyclists have every right to ride in peace.

Today, the victim’s family mourns an incomprehensible loss while the driver of the small purple vehicle allegedly involved in the accident roams free. Like all hit-and-run drivers, this coward didn’t have the courage to stay at the scene to help the victim or speak with police. The driver just left her there.

Whoever you are, I hope the guilt weighs on you so heavily that you feel compelled to turn yourself in. And if the police find you first, I pray they throw the book at you so folks like me can ride without fear.

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Your turn: What's an appropriate punishment for someone who kills someone by clearly misreading the weather, the road, and the capabilities of his/her car and his/her driving abilities?

Publish Day - Ink Blog - Hands in my pocket

The silly political season in London has begun anew. Every year, like clockwork, quasi-public businesses come crawling to city hall, begging for handouts because they're in debt. Sometimes they get it, and sometimes they don't.

In virtually every case, the requests are made with the tacit understanding that the public purse has no apparent bottom. They trot out the same excuses that they bring tourist dollars and other benefits to the city, and as a result the taxpayers somehow owe it to them to fund yet another bailout.

The Western Fair is an amusement facility in the middle of town. It has rides, a horse racing track, slot machines, and buildings that host fairs and exhibitions - usually agricultural, motorcycle and other semi-rural events. It's actually a neat addition to the city - but only if it doesn't bankrupt us. The fair's management asked the city to extend a sweetheart deal that drastically reduced the rent it pays on its site. I got fed up when I found out, so I wrote this:

Not just the fair has money trouble
Published Thursday, June 22, 2006
The London Free Press

I’ve got a bit of a personal problem and I’m hoping the city can help me out.

It’s been an expensive year. When our car conked out in our driveway, we scraped together our hard-earned dollars and headed to the dealer to buy another vehicle. Before long, our dishwasher and television also stopped working. All this unplanned buying is killing our bank balance.

So I’m hoping London will give us a break on our taxes this year. After all, we’ve lived in this city for years, contributing to its economy in so many ways. We buy groceries, attend festivals and take the kids to Storybook Gardens. Visiting friends and family add to the windfall.

Western Fair has asked for similar relief from city council. I think London’s response should be a stark no. Why give the fair a break when taxpayers routinely get none?

Organizations that can’t plan effectively shouldn’t expect routine bailouts. If the civic safety net doesn’t extend to residents, it shouldn’t extend to the fair either.

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Your turn: Would you give them the money? When does this endless sucking at the public teat (now that ought to set the search engines abuzz) become too much?

Postscript: The city has rejected the Western request. Yay!

Publish Day - Ink Blog - Garbage: NIMBY

Everyone's by now familiar with the term, "Not In My Back Yard," or NIMBY. It efficiently summarizes the way many of us tend to view our management of the environment; that we logically understand and accept the need for garbage dumps and sewage treatment plants, but we are unwilling to live near them.

I'm guilty as charged: I often ride past a sewage plant that the city built beside a major bike path. Almost without fail, my first thought is about nearby residents and what would ever possess them to live in the area.

But if you run the math and look at a map, you realize that eventually someone's got to live next to these facilities. There are only so many places for us to live, and it's impossible to completely isolate each and every NIMBY-class site. This adds a bit of context to the dispute between the city and some folks who live near our garbage dump.

Beyond our general disdain for things that stink, this story got to me because it hinges around a promise apparently made long ago between the city and the township that was eventually absorbed by the expanding city. The outcome of this case will influence how much trust we can ultimately place in a simple commitment.

Dump controversy could get smelly
Published Wednesday, June 21, 2006
The London Free Press

Garbage is one of those things that people don't want in their own back yard. But someone, somewhere has to live next to the garbage dump. And residents living near London's Manning Drive landfill have every right to call the city on commitments they say the city made long ago to close the facility by this coming August.

The dump was established in 1977 and became part of London when the city swallowed the former township of Westminster.

Neighbouring residents say the township and the city had agreed that the dump would close for good in August – something the city now denies. They’re threatening to sue, and as smelly as the case might get, I feel for them.

The city should determine who lived in the area before 1977, and decide on fair compensation without sucking the entire taxpaying population dry.

Those who moved in after 1977 deserve nothing, for promises can’t be made retroactively to residents who knew full well what they were getting into when they moved in.

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Your turn: Do old promises these days still hold water? Should they?

Publish Day - Ink Blog - A soldier's story

My column in today's London Free Press touches on an issue that cuts to the core of living in a democratic society: namely, how we treat the families of servicepeople killed in the line of duty.

The bottom line in the case of one Canadian private killed in a vehicle accident in Afghanistan last October is that his family won't be getting anything because he wasn't married.

It's discriminatory injustices like this that practically beg a writer with any audience to pick up the pen and at least try to right such an obvious wrong.

Single soldiers any less dead?
Published Tuesday, June 20, 2006
The London Free Press

You'd think that someone who dies for his country would deserve to be recognized in some way for his sacrifice. But Canada's new tradition, apparently, is to rip off a dead soldier's family.

Pte. Braun Scott Woodfield died last November in Afghanistan when his armoured vehicle rolled over. Parliament had passed a new Veterans Charter the previous April that, among other things, entitled families of soldiers killed while on duty to a $250,000 tax-free payment.

Those eligible for the payments must be dependent children, spouses or common-law partners. The military says Woodfield's family won't receive anything because he was single.

This, wrongly, tells single people that they are somehow less valued members of society.

I can see the recruitment posters now: Join the army. See the world. But be prepared to get the cold shoulder if you're not hitched.

This is not the way to recruit the professional military of tomorrow. This is not how we thank those who died in service of our nation.

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Your turn: Is the Canadian policy a just one? Are we doing the right thing for our people in uniform? Is it time for the Canadian military to update its definitions of "family"?

Take a walk on the wild side

I took this picture while visiting a wetlands preserve in Florida. The impressive thing about this place is how sensitively the boardwalk has been integated into the landscape. It allows visitors to see the wetlands without unnecessarily encroaching on an unbelievably beautiful slice of the planet.

It was so peaceful there that I felt I could sit on the boardwalk and stare at the grasses all day. Practically speaking, I'd never be able to do so because life demands I be in other places doing other things to ensure the bills get paid. But I can always maintain that dream, can't I?

Daughter's perspective

Composition by Dahlia. Deerfield Beach, Florida, December 2006.

I'm not the only one in my family who likes to shoot pictures. When we were on vacation last winter, we bought our eldest son his first real camera. We went on walkabouts and took pictures of a landscape that had been significantly altered by the 2005 hurricane season.

His little sister didn't want to be left out. So I took her on walkabouts, too. What shocked me about both of them was how similarly they approached the process. They both talked themselves through each composition decision, taking ample time to observe the scene from a number of perspectives before taking the shot. They both ended up taking pictures that were very much unconventional and unique.

Aside from confirming once again that the apples didn't fall far from the tree, they gave me a chance to share a passion that I've had since I was their age. I learned that fatherhood isn't just about maintaining daily schedules and ensuring the fridge is full. I learned that dads can connect with their kids in simple ways that don't fit the rigid stereotypes of parenthood. Although my wife is the real artist in our family, I hope the time we spent then - and since - has helped them appreciate that they, too, have the power to view their world through a unique set of eyes, and share their vision with those who love them.

Your turn: How do you get kids to be passionate about creativity and discovery? Any suggestions?

Bushisms - turning a blind eye

I went on a bit of a roller coaster while reading this story, After Sunglasses Gaffe, Bush Apologizes to Legally Blind Reporter.

At first blush, it looks like another classically pathetic George Bush moment. Namely, he says the most politically incorrect, stupid thing one can imagine, all while the cameras are rolling.

But if you read further into the story, to the point where he calls the reporter and apologizes, you see a glimpse of humanity that, frankly, reporters and editors typically don't highlight.

Is he a great president? Not by a longshot? Is he a good president? Um, no. Is he bad for the country? One could make an argument in support of that perspective. (I know: how convenient that I'm a Canadian.)

But on this day, at that moment, he did the right thing by calling the reporter back and expressing genuine remorse. He did what any kindergarten teacher would have her students do after stepping in it with both feet.

Sometimes, it helps to get off the bandwagon for a bit to appreciate the subtle nuances that make some news items somewhat more profound than they first appear.

Your turn: Can someone be a good egg while being a lousy politician?

Picking through clouds

My profile that's on file at the travel agency says I like window seats. On aircraft where the in-flight meal is but a pseudo-fond memory and in-flight entertainment consists of shadow puppets you hand-project onto your tray using the overhead reading light, the window often represents the only source of creative diversion available to the weary traveller.

The anti-social writer in me also craves the fact that I won't be getting up every 20 minutes to allow my small-bladdered seatmates to make their way to the loo-in-the-sky. I simply sit down, pull up the shade, and enjoy the view.

As I take in the never-ending picture show above and below, I often take pictures. I know: not an ideal photographic situation. The plastic side windows on most planes today are scratched, smudged, and generally as clear as the ketchup bottle after a five-year-old is through with it. The atmosphere itself, thanks to the polluters in Sarnia (sorry, I couldn't resist), is oftentimes murky.

Yet I keep shooting. I always carry a few sets of fully charged batteries, and my camera has a huge memory card. I know that eventually I'll grab an image worth remembering.

This one presented itself on the late-afternoon puddle-jumper flight to London from Detroit. The best pictures, for some odd reason, always seem to happen on the last leg of the trip home. It's almost as if coming home makes everything I see through the lens that much more poignant. I wish I understood the mechanics of this mysterious process: I'd use it to take more pictures like this.

Your turn: You're lying on the lawn looking at clouds. What do you see?

All Bill, all the time

I've had a fun day as an analyst. I did a couple of live interviews on the Bill Gates resignation from Microsoft thing. Report on Business Television (ROBTv) has the interview with Michael Hainsworth available on its home page: http://www.robtv.com/

Scroll down to here and click on the Play button:

2:15 PM ET The Trading Desk with Pat Bolland
Bill Gates Gives His Notice
Carmi Levy, senior research analyst, Info-Tech Research Group
Duration: 7 m 50 s

I also just came off a live interview on CFRA, a radio station in Ottawa. The region is Canada's high-tech corridor, so we speak with them often - and enjoy ourselves every time. If it ends up online, it'll be on the interview page.

If it isn't, I'd be happy to call you at home and tell you why I think the exit door at Microsoft hasn't finished spinning. CEO Steve Ballmer is next. You heard it here first.

Update: The MP3 of the CFRA interview is available here. Happy listening!

Awaiting flight

Hmm, where shall I fly today?

Seattle's Elliott Bay presents a range of travel options to a local.

Your turn: Do you still want to see my travel images? I've got lots of 'em left.

One more thing: If you have a free moment, please visit the exquisite blog, Melange, written by SRP. We seem to have captured thematically-linked birds (here's the direct link to her entry.)

Bill exits stage left

Just received word that Bill Gates is announcing that he will step down from day-to-day leadership of Microsoft in 2008.

I chatted about it with a really nice reporter from Agence France-Presse. I'll post links when they appear online.

(Update, June 19, 2006): Here's a hit from Le Figaro, Bill Gates se désengage de Microsoft pour se consacrer à l’humanitaire.)

Now, about that free copy of Office 2007...

Your turn: Why does the most exciting news always seem to hit at the end of the day?

Curves

I came across a lot of lovely pieces of glass during my recent trip to Seattle. Some of them were spectacular (see this and this blog entry for more) while others were decidedly more muted.

I liked the color and shape of this one...it reminded me of the light in my late grandparents' apartment on a Sunday morning. Like their home, the window of this space faced east, and the sun never seemed to shine directly in. Instead, the light was somewhat diffused, and it gave everything in the place a slightly gloomy, shadowy cast. Surfaces, especially curved ones, seemed to be much richer as a result.

This place in a distant city took me right back to a time when these memories first formed, long before I was able to understand their significance.

Your turn: If someone can share some background on this city's apparently deep glass blowing heritage, I'd love to hear it. Alternatively, feel free to tell us about an image from your own childhood that refuses to leave you.

Cactus world news

Looks like Florida dodged the bullet when the first named storm of the year, Tropical Storm Alberto, failed to develop into anything really major. (The last time Alberto visited the U.S., in 1994, the outcome was much worse.)

It's early days yet, and this year's hurricane season is predicted to be an active one. But for now, at least, the little patch of cactus I captured toward the top of Deerfield Beach is likely still there.

May the lucky streak continue indefinitely. I suspect it won't, but hope is an important component of life.

Your turn: Got a hurricane story?