Red Tape Cuts Rated Modest Blacklock’s reports. I do so wish they’d come up with a revenue model that lets them get their journalism out there more. Because they’re actually doing as much real Hill journalism (if not more) than the entire Parliamentary press gallery. But I’ll go straight to the punch line. $21 million in two years. Aka less than one tenth of one per cent of the national budget.
Apparently it is responding well to massage and ultrasound. But I did fail the “lift on one foot without pain test.
Continue reading Achilles tendon
Right here: How a little-noticed clause in the Fair Elections Act up-ends all conventional election timing speculation on her blog Pundit’s Guide. Shorter Funke: will the Tories use a change to the Elections Act rules about campaign spending limits to crush their opponents? They certainly could.
This still happens. Some big content production – often a video, but also a text report or research piece – is ready to go and the powers-that-be want to make a big splash with it to ensure it gets the attention it so richly deserves. So they start planning a ‘launch’. And then they say that no one is allowed to see, read or smell the thing before then.
The big day comes. The switch is flipped. Only some people still see an under construction sign, a 404 page, or the endless spinning ‘wait for it’ cursor. Those tasked with getting the timing exactly right lose months off their lives from elevated stress, fielding phone calls of “I can’t see it and it’s 11:01″ or “It’s already live and the press conference doesn’t start for another 30 seconds!”
Continue reading Stop talking to me about ‘launch’
One year old Mallory looked “so grown up” – no more infant eyes. All alert and vocalizing. Newly walking. Continue reading Nine
I got a pound of Bridgehead coffee for Christmas. From Mallory. She slid her debit card into the reader, punched in her PIN and did it, I’m told. I knew she was up for it because the day before, she and I had gone out to the Lindt store to get Irene a bag of chocolates. And that made me feel surprisingly chuffed. Despite my ambiguous relationship with Christmas, Landsdowne and buying things, I was thrilled to mark this milestone in my daughter’s journey through life. Continue reading Rite of passage