From More Right to More Write
Yes, I’ve been away. Thanks for noticing. I was off for a visit with very old people who are sitting ducks for our rapacious telecommunications giants.
If I can get the documentation sorted, I’ve got a good story for CBC’s Go Public. I’ve already emailed them with a head’s up, so fingers crossed that they give a rat’s ass about Canadian seniors being ripped off by their own blue chip stock companies.
I refer to contracts that have been “negotiated” on behalf of unwitting seniors by retirement residence corporations (rhymes with Chartwell) with their buddy CEOs in telecommunications, rhymes with “Hospitality Network” and “Shaw”.
I’d say it crosses the border from disgusting to criminal, but we’ll see.
Ironically, Rogers isn’t specifically involved in this one, although we’ll be leaving Rogers anyway due to a recent bill that was more than double what I was expecting. My follow-up communications (I kept my cool, being in the ladieswear retail sales racket, myself) left me decided – there is no justice, just the taking of one’s leave.
And so it will be that we shall take our business to a probably no more deserving telecommunications outfit but one that is at least smaller and more specialized, rhymes with “Bell” not exactly coming out smelling like a rose, either, after sorting through my mother’s bills.
I don’t care what it costs (and it’s cheaper with the two outfits my son has investigated for me so far) I just refuse to give Rogers any more business. Ever. No, don’t call or write, please. When I said my next communication with you will be to break up – forever – I meant it. Your bribes just follow extortion followed by more bribes, and so on and so forth and more of the same etc etc.
While I was away I saw an interview Terry Milewski did on CBC Newsworld (we cancelled cable over a year ago and so don’t get CBC Newsworld, which is sort of criminal, really, if you stop and think about it, since CBC is supposed to be our public broadcaster) with a former ambassador to Russia (and Ukraine, I believe). He stressed how important it is for the government of Canada to not take a side in violent conflicts, but rather to broker peace. Always.
It sounds so simple and the phrase “peace broker” is something we’ve grown up with here in Canada and yet somehow we’ve managed to stick ourselves with more or less elected (don’t forget they cheated – never forget they cheated) men and women who believe the exact opposite.
We’re all warriors now, I guess.
It was the not taking a side part of his advice that really struck me. It may have been the context that I was in, as my dining companions last week ranged in age from 85-99, and one doesn’t want to waste words because for sure you’ll be repeating them, but something clicked in my head.
“That guy! Listen go him! He may look like John Hurt on a bender, but listen to him!”
And he was even referring to the downing of a passenger plane over Ukraine, not the bombing of a UN shelter in Gaza.
But my taxi driver on the way to the airport said much the same thing about his government’s taking of sides in the violent conflict raging in Israel and Gaza right now, his government being Canadian. He was Arab, I don’t know from where, and he was bewildered by his government, our government, the government of ALL Canadians, weighing in on a side in a violent conflict in the Middle East.
As he put it, “We shouldn’t be taking a side. It runs too deep there. We can’t take the Israeli or the Palestinian side. It just makes one side think it’s more right than the other side and that’s what started the bombing in the first place.”
“More right”. I love that phrase. Children being blown to bits playing on a beach and the government of Canada has seen fit to take the side of one of the two parties responsible for it.
But that’s not what this entry is about because this entry is about an article I read (yes, on Facebook) about impulsiveness being the flip side of procrastination. And, of course, whenever I read an article about procrastination, it’s really to do with writing and why so few of us ever write a book.
Coincidentally, having just visited my mother and her friends at a seniors’ residence, I received a lot of encouragement with regards to writing and so feel extra failure-ish in my neglect to do so.
Although, to be fair to me it’s only been a couple of decades of kicking around the idea (total lie – I started kicking around the idea when I was about ten years old).
In other words, they expect a book to come from all my stories about working in retail (or anything, really). And why wouldn’t they? I can write and I tell stories.
It’s terrible, really, my deliberateness in not writing a book.
So to make sure I spend the time writing a book, something I’ve wanted to do since I was ten years old (the article recommends a word count per day, say, “write 400 words a day”, as opposed to “write a book”) I also plan to check my impulsive behaviour, which for writers is doing all those things we do instead of writing a book.
No, I don’t want to stop blogging. I may not even stop tweeting (which I don’t do a lot of anyway since all I do is shout the odd one liner out into cyber space – so please stop trying to have a conversation with me on Twitter – I don’t know how and my expertise on social media has peaked along with all my other technological know-how). But I do plan to stop commenting here and there, so if you’re reading this, it’s not you, it’s me, and it’s not even me, it’s me trying to write a book.
Blame old people. Once they get an idea in their shrinking grey heads…
Also, I may blog the odd story here because what the hell. The instant gratification of blogging may even help offset the delayed gratification of writing a book, which I suspect is thing one with writers who have no trouble blogging but have a lot of trouble booking.
And really, with regards to political blogging, what is there to say about current affairs when grown men living here in Canada pretend not to know that taking a side in a violent conflict involving two or more parties elsewhere in the world just adds to the conviction of one side that it is “more right” than the other, a conviction that inevitably leads to the deaths of more children.
I mean, for me, it goes back to writer and nature lover Timothy Findley’s story about going to the hardware store to buy a contraption of some kind that would prevent bigger birds from getting at the seed he intended for smaller birds, and the salesman, confused, asking him, “So do you like birds or not?”
And Timothy Findley answers by way of correcting his behaviour because, of course, yes, he liked birds.
Maybe someone should put a similar question to Stephen Harper, “So do you like children or not?”
Because maybe he’ll get it, too, and correct his behaviour.