Cat’s Cradle (2008)

And the beanstalk grew and grew as Jack watched on, thinking that perhaps he had somehow opened the wrong storybook. He looked down at the small box of beans in his hand, wondering.
It didn’t take long to decide. Jack placed the box in a safe place and began to climb the beanstalk. By the time he was halfway up Jack caught sight of one small patch of shiny red laquer.

Pandora’s BoX …the rock opera … Tah daaaah

OK this is it.

My Opus … Or is that Opis?

No matter George. It is a go. All I need now are the musicians … Actors … Director … Oh yes and the money to pay them.

Agent? What agent?

Sorry George … Don’t know any agents … Need money to hire artists … Went knocking on doors

Knock knock:http://www.grants-canada.org/cgi-sys/suspendedpage.cgi
Answer: Nobody here.

Knock knock:http://www.canada.ca/en/index.html
Answer:Not artist friendly it seems.

Knock knock:http://www.esdc.gc.ca/eng/seniors/funding/index.shtml
Answer:Must be too busy with poli-phonesesis.

Knock knock:http://www.esdc.gc.ca/eng/funding/index.shtml
Answer:Much is ongoing. Suppose that is an answer to “What is going on?”

Knock knock:http://www.grants-loans.org/programs.php
Answer:Might be the polite version of RTFM.

Trees & Ladders

Fruits of my labour?

Well George, it was my dream years ago to to gather up the fruits of my own labour and bring them to market and earn a fair and honest wage.
Hmmmmm … Never happened George … Trees were too high I guess. Stepladder? Well I did have one once. Somebody borrowed it … Well actually I took it to them … Did some volunteer work for them and the ladder is still there … Well I’d need a truck to pick it up … Won’t fit into my wee vehicle. Just one more round-tuit in my life. No George, they didn’t offer to return it. Besides I’m getting a bit too old to be climbing those trees.

I digress … There I was intending to tell you what I’d do with the proceeds of my long long life … That is if I had ever managed to exchange the fruits of my labour for a decent wage. Yes yes George I know … Nobody wants to hear a sob story.

Well it used to be that I tried to be prepared for the day my ship would finally come in … Sigh … I’d read all these long notices and collect the best advice on what to do with my money, how to invest it, what charities and foundations I would support, how I would …

Yes George I guessed you might say that.

Well I admit it George … I still find it tempting to peruse the odd bit of writing that might have been useful had my dreams been realized.

Here is the sort of thing I am talking about George:
http://www.academia.edu/2349756/FDI_Perspectives_Issues_in_International_Investment_2nd_Edition_edited_by_Karl_P._Sauvant_and_Jennifer_Reimer_November_2012_

Thinking of home

Thinking of home.

Sorry but I had that wrong. The view in this photo is not from the bottom of Bathurst Village Hill. It is looking across the causeway from the bottom of Queen Street just below where Queen meets with Riverside Drive.
The only thing missing these days is people fishing from the short section of bridge on the causeway.