Category: Norm Reynolds

If you read the Comox Valley Record, you couldn’t have missed the big money, full page ads attacking the upcoming referendum on electoral reform. In this age of sophisticated, EXPENSIVE bots mining social media to find vulnerabilities in personal perceptions you can bet these ads represent the best hope of big money interests to foster any kind of resentment that might help poison the upcoming referendum.

!!…###___###…!!(words you don’t want to see in print and I would rather not admit to using)—but use them I did! The words just poured out like a Mount Polley sized tailings rupture of words I didn’t, actually, know were so instantly accessible to my vocabulary! If I had had time to think about it, I would have chosen my words more carefully. But, I didn’t have time to think. I had only a split second to get my bike stopped to avoid being run over by yet another vehicle whose driver seemed oblivious to the idea that roads—especially in commercial parking lots—are supposed to be shared with pedestrians and cyclists as well as cars and trucks.

Oh, my gosh, the ominous warning on the door of Courtenay’s Avalanche Bar and Grille seems to say who it will share its images of your face-in-a-beer with but doesn’t say the most important part, who won’t they share it with for what purposes.

I went out for a walk today, New Year’s day—along the river, through Ruth Masters Greenway, along the powerline, by the river. Broken soft white clouds dotted the balmy blue sky. The warm sun reflected off a crunchy few centimeters of snow as white and fresh as the clouds. People smiled in passing and even the dogs seemed friendly. But I was brooding.