Increasingly having difficulty reading @nytimes due to Trump-related miasma. Haven't turned on @CNN since Nov. 8 for same reason. #uspoli pic.twitter.com/EOkkq1HCzg
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) January 8, 2017
Exploring in a used furniture shop on Queen East today, Cheyenne found this. She said I should come look.
It was stunning. It was incredible. We bought it right away. It was a huge find.
The artist is Ken Mailhot. The piece is called Man Emerging. It will go on our walls amongst the dozens of other West Coast prints, masks and carvings – and three totems.
We went looking for information about Ken on the Internet. We found some things, but then we found writing about him by his daughter, the author Terese Marie Mailhot.
Some is here and here. And below:
The National Film Board of Canada debuted the documentary as a piece with immediacy and no external narrative. I’m a woman wielding narrative now, weaving the parts of my father’s life with my own.
I consider his work a testimony to his being. I have one of his paintings in my living room. “Man Emerging,” is the depiction of a man riding a whale. The work is traditional and simplistic. Salish work calls for simplicity because an animal or man should not be convoluted.
My father was not a monster, although it was in his monstrous nature to leave my brother and I alone in his van while he drank at The Kent. Our breath became visible in the cold when Dad came back to bring us fried mushrooms. We ate the bar fare like puppies to slop.
Wow.
She is an amazing writer, and her Dad was an amazing artist.
Two huge finds in one day. You never know what you will find on Queen East.
He’s one of those things.
He either knew Russia was attacking the U.S. in a way that constitutes an act of war – in which case he has committed treason.
That, or he didn’t know, but – now knowing – still cravenly defends Russia. Which isn’t treason, per se. It just makes him a puppet and a pathetic coward.
Either way, I’d say he belongs behind bars. If the United States is still a democracy that has the rule of law, that’s where he is headed.
I have never thought I should look to big corporations and big unions for ethical guidance. But what Jerry Dias et al. are saying, these days – i.e., we should “join with the Trump administration,” quote unquote – is simply despicable. It’s disgusting.
If there is anything more vomit-inducing than #unifor and assorted big union guys hailing Trump's protectionism, I don't know what it is.
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) January 6, 2017
Spotted this in the National Post this morning:
Clarification – Yank Barry: On April 15, 2012, the National Post published an article about Mr. Yank Barry entitled “The world according to Yank: Montrealer with checkered past gets Nobel nod, or does he?”
The National Post acknowledges that Mr. Barry has engaged in extensive philanthropic work and has continued to do so since the date of the article; that he has repeatedly been nominated for a Nobel Prize for his philanthropic work since the date of the article; and that subsequent to the article, the Kingsmen website has been revised to acknowledge him as lead singer of the Kingsmen while original members were on sabbatical from 1968 to 1969, and that he has been a member from 2013 to date. The National Post does not suggest, and did not intend to suggest, that Mr. Barry did not have significant philanthropic and career accomplishments. The National Post regrets any contrary interpretation of our article that may have been made.
I don’t know who Yank Berry is, but this is the best clarification/correction/retraction/shit-eating apology of the year so far. It also provides us with an excuse to play Louie, Louie, a tune which is catchier than a drawer full of fish hooks, and was the start of punk rock:
If Steve Ladurantaye was still alive, I would send it to him.
.@KellieLeitch, who we should all make a point to never call doctor. From's Maclean's. #cpcldr #cdnpoli #cpc pic.twitter.com/gmTdgTQhYI
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) January 5, 2017
In other news, Justin Trudeau is going to be Prime Minister for 142 years.
The #CPCldr race is:
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) January 4, 2017
Check out this whopper:
No one thing killed blogging in Canada. Twitter played a role. Much of the old blogosphere energy now gets expended on Tweets. The structure of the Internet changed, too. Between maybe 2003 and 2009, when blogging was huge, the Internet was more about websites. Today it’s all about platforms like Facebook and YouTube.
Blogging still exists. Many of the biggest names from that era endure. Some — Jaime Weinman, Colby Cosh, Chris Selley — migrated into the old media world. Others, like Dan “Calgary Grit” Arnold, became players in the real political sphere (Arnold is director of research and advertising for the Liberal Party of Canada). But blogging itself no longer enjoys the dominance it once had.
The full steaming pile is here. And what a load of bollocks it is. I’m not going to cite a single statistic or fact, sayeth he, I’m not going to do any actual research. I’m just going to say “blogging is dead.” And it will be therefore true.
Except, you know, it isn’t. It just isn’t true. My pal Raymi the Minx has been at it for almost two decades, and hasn’t let up. So too Big City Lib, for years. Jordon Cooper out West. Scott Tribe. Anti-Racist Canada. Torontoist, Daily Kos down South, and on and on. All have substantial audiences. All are on the blogroll, just to the left, Post guy.
Oh: and the words you now squint at, on a bluish screen somewhere? The ones found on this Non-Blog? They’re seen by three and a half million people a year. How’s that factoid, Post fellow? That’s more people than read many of your columnists, I’d wager. And this little project – now in its 17th year – makes a not-insubstantial amount of dough, too. It’s a media platform that is pretty profitable, unlike…well, you know.
But forget about all that. Forget about it. Here’s one fact.
A few years ago, a newspaper editor-in-chief came to see me. He said he wanted me to write for his newspaper as a columnist. Why, I asked. “Because we are blown away by the size of your audience,” he said. “It’s more than most of our columnists.”
The name of the newspaper?
The National Post.
