Cutting-edge, up-to-the-year reporting

The Vancouver Sun ran two stories today about how Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn have settled in town (see New to the neighbourhood). Two giant full-colour photos and supplementary black and white photos accompany this breaking news.

I’m glad the Sun keeps us informed when important events like this occur. This is the kind of dangerous, on-the-edge-of-your-seat kind of reporting that I like to see on the front page — not that boring stuff about the police (allegedly) using excessive force and (allegedly) threatening the media or the tiresome escalating military action in Iraq.

I only wish they had mentioned it way back when they arrived, or I wouldn’t have been so surprised when I spotted Kurt at lunch. I wish they’d tell us when the scores of other actors and actresses who live in Vancouver go outside for any reason.

Keep it up, Vancouver Sun!

[censored]

I unexpectedly fell face-first into the issue of ‘net censorship this weekend. And it looks like I’m the villain.

In principle, I have always been opposed to censorship. When I think of censorship, I think of a tight-lipped, tight-assed old lady (or man) who takes a black marker to any library book that she doesn’t throw on the bonfire. Censorship inhibits free expression and the exchange of ideas.

Having said that, I have to admit that I just deleted someone’s comment and the link to their site. My reason? Although it was a perfectly fine (but weird) comment, I was worried that it wasn’t appropriate for non-adults. And I have reason to believe that my site is visited by younger types who, in my humble opinion, probably shouldn’t be exposed to certain subjects just yet. His link I removed for the same reason.

To me, it’s a matter of responsibly gauging the audience and presenting material that is not offensive or even traumatizing for the wee ones. The last thing I want is for a 10-year-old to link to my site from a Lego fan site and get smacked in the face with inappropriate adult conversation topics. If there were no such links to my site, I wouldn’t censor a thing, unless someone called me a “poo-poo head” or something else (that I probably deserve).

Now that I’ve done this, how do I feel about censorship? I’m still opposed to censorship and suppression of ideas, but this kind of self-censorship is different. It’s more akin to avoiding the “F” word in front of children.

Then why do I feel like the tight-lipped old man with the black marker?

Ohayo gozaimasu!!

Recently I dropped an e-mail note to Sabine — who is currently teaching English in rural Japan — to say good morning. Of course, I couldn’t just say “good morning”. That would be far too ordinary. I had to try it in Japanese: “ohayo gozaimasu!” the subject line said.

As it turns out, “ohayo gozaimasu” isn’t said so much by the men, who prefer to use something that sounds like “uuushhhh!”, according to Sabine. Huh? Is that even a word? I hate to be culturally ignorant, but to me “uuushhhh” sounds a bit like a toilet flushing.

It seems odd, but on the other hand, what morning would be complete without the splashy punctuation of the toilet flushing? If you think of the toilet as the herald of the new day, then “uuushhhh” is probably the most appropriate greeting that I can think of.

After a quick Google, it seems that karate dojos in North America have borrowed the greeting, as explained on this page.

A cuppa joe

How many trendy coffee bars are there in your town? Too many Starbucks to count? I wouldn’t be surprised. Starbucks shops seem to sprout from street corners like weeds.

In my daily commute, I pass at least five Starbucks on Robson Street (no exaggeration). I especially like the corner of Robson and Thurlow where there are two Starbucks kitty-corner to each other. Add to that the scores of Blenz, Second Cup, and independent coffee bars on the same street. Imagine the volume of coffee that is consumed daily in this city. Everybody must be so completely wired that I wonder how Vancouver has a reputation for being really laid back.

I don’t understand why people linger on the sofas, reading the paper. Can’t they do that at home? Some are meeting friends over a coffee, which is pleasant, but most are alone on the sofa or in the corner. And there’s always the artsy type with the laptop, typing up the next great novel to be rejected by the publisher. And the grey-suited guy reading the business section of the Globe and Mail. And the mother with the stroller, reading in the tabloid about Prince Harry and his alleged pot habit while the little one is distracted with a biscotti. And the unknown actor with the Georgia Straight, intently searching the personals for someone without warts. And the woman with the bifocals, reading a Danielle Steele novel between sips of chai.

Thanks to the blessed coffee vending machine, I can get caffinated for free while I’m at the cube farm. Otherwise, I only drink coffee at home. Am I missing out on something?

A few Finn Slough links

As I mentioned on my “About” page, I grew up in Steveston, BC. One of the nearby landmarks is the historic village of Finn Slough, which is apparently continually facing extinction. A few days ago, I posted a few snapshots of Finn Slough and Garry Point, so today I thought I would follow up with some interesting links to the area’s historical background.

Finn Slough Heritage and Wetland Society

Tourism Richmond: Finn Slough Tidal Community

Vanishing BC: Finn Slough