Skip to main content

step by painful step

although i haven't necessarily been following the campaign in detail, i couldn't resist the urge to check in on the nova scotia election results this evening, in the hopes that the ndp was going to find a way to come out on top.

they didn't, although they won more seats than ever. i'm tremendously proud that the seats that were so naturally new democratic, but that the party never seemed to be able to win, are now coming to them with remarkable majorities. i'm going to assume that the fact that this opening of the electoral floodgates coincides almost to the minute with my departure from nova scotia (in my time there, we were ecstatic when we won our third seat... a triumph!) is just a nasty little coincidence. (if they win the next provincial election in quebec, however, i'll be forced to reconsider that opinion.)

not surprisingly, halifax, a natural new democratic city (loaded disproportionately with universities, government and artists), seems to have formed a little left wing island (check out the percentage results in the different districts), separate from the rest of the mainland. eventually, there's going to be a movement for the city to seceded from the rest of the province, because with each passing election, it becomes obvious that these two parts just are not getting along.

well, still no lefty government in the maritimes, but they did come just that little bit closer...

Comments

as long as you're here, why not read more?

jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

mental health mondays :: the dangers of diagnosing

when you take a look at any reputable online source of information about mental health, it comes with a warning that anything you read on the site should not be considered a substitute for evaluation by a medical professional. so why are so many people jumping on the bandwagon to diagnose donald trump?

it's not uncommon for people to make glib judgments about the mental health of others, because we think that we understand what disorders entail. when i was working in offices, i noticed a lot of this: an immature and garrulous employee being labeled and partially excused because others were certain he had adhd, or a moody and indecisive boss dismissed as bipolar. [as you can imagine, that one struck me as particularly ignorant and, since i was the audience, ironic.] but in the case of trump, even professionals are weighing in on the subject. no fewer than twenty-seven psychiatrists have collaborated on a book called the dangerous case of donald trump. up to now, it's been unde…

making faces :: a winter tale

so this is it. we've reached the final season in our colour year. so far we've looked at spring, with its heart of citrus yellow, summer and its symphony of cool blues and autumn with its spicy bronzes and golds. and i'm still not sure i've found a good place to rest my face. i've chosen seasonal winners in each category, but are they really me?

it's a bit of a rhetorical question, of course, because i already had an inkling that my precocious childhood self might have been onto something when she declared herself a "winter". not that she knew what she was talking about, of course, but sometimes even fools say the right thing without meaning to. even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day. [unless you're in europe and use a twenty-four hour clock, which actually makes a lot more sense.]

as with all the other seasons, winter is divided into three parts, the true winter at the centre, flanked by neighbours who carry a hint of the adjacent …