Since when did “bigfoot” become a transitive verb? Apparently, since 1980 when it came to be used by journalists to describe someone who steals a big story from a lower ranking colleague. So what happened? In a nutshell, the Privy Council removed the name of the federal agency responsible for national parks from a public event announcing the creation of one – replacing it with the term “Harper Government” instead.
Now, I am not naive enough to believe that the manipulation of public events for political gain is somehow unusual. But to take credit for work you didn’t do? Well, it seems disingenuous at best.
I said, it’s MY party! Source: Bigfoot’s Birthday Celebration
The January edition of the Mother Sugar Salon, I’ll admit, rather stumped me. The question (At this point in your life, is there a dream you will never get to fulfill? What is it- and what makes you so sure it’s out of reach?) knocks up against one of the deep-seated principles of our culture: this idea of living our dreams, of all things being always within our reach if we simply try hard enough. My knee-jerk response to the question, then, was, No! Absolutely not. At first, I could not imagine (or perhaps have so trained myself not to allow myself to imagine) listing even one ‘dream’ or aspiration of mine that I couldn’t, in one way or another, fulfill. Continue reading →
Fill your go-mug with your favourite hot bevvie. This is a long one. Last week, I experienced the worst winter road conditions of my vehicular life. Not the scariest – that award goes to the time my carpool partner and … Continue reading →
In case you missed it, there’s a new feature here at Mother Sugar called, The Salon: What You Know For Sure. Every month we’ll be asking a new question and inviting all of you to respond. Big or small, long or short, send us your memories and we’ll share ours. Today’s post draws on this month’s theme:
I am not a busy person. I wake up without an alarm, spend a good portion of time in bed checking Pinterest, shower the dog with morning cuddles, talk to the bump, before slowly (more slowly each week) rolling out … Continue reading →
Last week, our friendly UPS deliveryman set another large, heavy box on the tiled floor of our office. (It is the time of our business year for receiving deliveries, for purchasing what we hope to sell over the next few … Continue reading →
We’d arranged to meet in a dark bar in the middle of London to say our final goodbyes. I hadn’t seen him for weeks, maybe months. He looked great – younger, more vital, refreshed. I was a wreck. I still … Continue reading →
When I was eighteen, and in University for the first time, I vividly remember slouching in the back of a lecture hall, perching my Doc Marten boots on the back of the seat in front of me, staring at the “mature students” sitting at the front of the class, and thinking, “What losers. That will never be me”. What I can’t get over now is not only how sure I was, but also how clearly wrong I was. Continue reading →