A little song dedication to the Occupy Nova Scotia protesters as they are getting evicted.
Who’s next???
A little song dedication to the Occupy Nova Scotia protesters as they are getting evicted.
Who’s next???
A few weeks ago, I posted on how public sentiments were used against the Occupy Nova Scotia protest to remove them, clearly demonstrating they didn’t have support of the majority of the people, never mind the 99% they claim to represent. It’s actually not even 0.099% (see the math). Continue reading
This Remembrance / Veterans Day, I am not only remembering the veterans who died and fought for our freedom, but I am also remember the innocents who also suffered for it. Their names are often not as well registered and kept so they are more easily forgotten, especially by the victors who remember their deads more and who write the history to come.
I just found out Andy Rooney passed away Friday night of complications following minor surgery (Associated Press). It’s the second public figure I’ve always enjoyed hearing about who has passed away within a month. The other was Steve Jobs. Somewhere in those thoughts came this idea I’d try to write something related and relevant to the topic, in a tone and from a perspective Andy might have taken. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, after all.
There are now seven billion people in the world. Unfortunately, at some point, they all have to die. Well, it’s not all unfortunate. In fact, it’s not unfortunate at all in many cases. I was just trying to be sympathetic about a sensitive matter. That’s what happens when you get old. Your heart softens.
Blossom Dearie has a very uniform identity of femininity, from her girlie name to her 50s June Cleaver looks to her pipsqueak of a voice that could hardly be heard from the second floor balcony, so it’s been written. She also chooses to sing very cutesy or romantic songs, among which Once Upon a Summertime (playable MP3) is my favourite, among her songs and all the other versions out there.
But one day, Blossom got the blues… and what nasty blues they were, too!
My name is Blossom
I was raised in a lion’s den
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