“Power is about perception… if you think you have it, then you do.”
REALLY?
I don’t like to speak ill of people not present, and this is certainly “present company excepted”, but, um, surely just thinking you have power or perception (of or over anything useful) can’t quite be enough. Surely. You would have to have better evidence than just thinking so. Like a track record. Something. I mean, a REASONABLE track record.
“I have no problem with dangerous technology, as long as it is in the hands of people I trust.”
Based on our Facebook rating, Dave should have no problem entrusting me with a nice little nuclear reactor. Cool! I want the pink one!
What it is like to be Canadian? (Somebody finally ASKED????)
There’s this little Canadian poodle who keeps pestering me to go for a walk, while I wanted to write this.
It’s cold. Um…
When I went to Australia and Thailand and Cambodia recently, nobody, I mean the “ex-pats” (cool terminology used by “ex-pats") thought much of me when they found out I was Canadian. They went, “Oh, sure, whatever,” and carried on with whatever important conversations they were having amongst their U.S./South African/British/Australian selves. In fact, it was cool. I thought, “Excellent: Canada is under the radar.”
Canadians have better radio and more world-wide savvy news access than average Americans do (Americans can have it, but don’t bother as much, whereas Canadians have grown up with it and can’t really avoid it until they get old enough to change the channel from CBC). On the other hand, Canada’s coverage of world affairs pales in comparison to Australia’s, based on what I briefly saw. When I was living in the States, on the other hand, you wouldn’t see much about anything AT ALL unless it had something to do with the States, and even then it wasn’t trustworthy because you couldn’t tell what was going on elsewhere. One always suspected that Michael Jackson or O.J. Simpson was being presented in order to distract one from some possible atrocity going on overseas.
Canadians (unless they deal with Americans a lot, like I have) tend to think that your average American might shoot them if they go into a bar. On the other hand, Canadians don’t mind America because that’s where the TV, and MacDonald’s, and Bill Gates, come from. We generally figure we are buddies and that America is kind of like your vaguely dangerous older brother… but he won’t hurt YOU. We worry that he might get the whole family in trouble with the people down the street, but we trust him not to intentionally hurt US. We think the U.S. feels pretty much the same way about us. We are the little brother (or sister) and pretty much under the radar.
We also feel very close to the Brits—we have the Queen on our money, and she comes and gives away flowers in various places, standing for hours in the rain and giving away flowers, or receiving them, to and from little kids. She has been doing this for years. No one can make any sense of it, but she is a brave woman and was told that this was her job. We are proud of her, even though we, Canadians, basically had no more to do with it than the Americans did, or for that matter, than she did. She’s just doing her (odd) job, and a good one at that. We respect a job well done, however odd.
We are a puzzled country. Well, I shouldn’t say that. Per capita, there are probably about as many know-it-alls here as there are anywhere else.
Most people here, like anywhere else, and that’s including countries NOT descended ultimately from white power somewhere in England… most people here, as in the U.S. and as in Cambodia, Thailand and, as everywhere.... most people just want the possibility of living their lives in peace and raising their families and keeping up with the Joneses… the ones next door, not the ones on the other side of the world.
It’s just my take on it, John Lennon said it: PEACE. I am sure most people want that, no matter what country they are in. He wasn’t even Canadian… he was from the same country the Queen is from… that poor woman who stands there in the rain, day after day, accepting flowers from kiddies.