Local Art or just a good warning?
Correction, this was art: These signs appeared to be at the edge of the "nasty lady's" house at the west side of the Bagot St road allowance on Sunday. A local artist had told me over coffee that something along these lines was being planned but having seen the end result it looks like more than just art but could be utility. I mean who would be stupid enough to cross this line in ignorance if they ever saw them. But on the other hand would the perpetrator stand charged with crimes in violation of the "Art in Public Spaces Committee?"On a National level, the election drums are beating, An NDP bill is being proposed that would make changes to EI. With all opposition parties in favour of changes and this bill being a confidence vote if it passes we could be off to the hustings. Locally the Libs are drooling, salivating and generally slobbering over the very thought. In fact there is, behind the scenes and out of the spotlight, quite a vigorous nomination race going on. Paul Macklin's people are jousting with Christine Stewarts people and it is all coming to a head soon. But back to the prospect of an election a blogger who describes himself as "Angry in the great white north" writes here that Jack Layton has cooked up a deal with the devil himself - SH - to put the boots to Iggy and foil an election.
In a nutshell here is the leaked stratagem: "What Jack Layton has done is to give the Conservatives their way out. The NDP tables the bill. The Conservatives offer an amendment or two (no doubt already agreed to, in advance, between the Conservatives and the NDP). The Liberals offer their own amendments. Votes are taken. With NDP support, Conservative amendments pass. Liberal amendments are rejected. No election. So there no election. The other reason, for no election, is that the next installment of election money ($1.95 per voter) is due in August, so who is going to pass that up in a needless election?
At tonight's meeting of Council, after all the histrionics and public outrage abates (the beach debate) a sensible letter will be accepted into the public domain. This letter here is from the Cobourg Sustainability Committee and outlines what they think about the proposed Community Centre's design. The committee suggests a green building (not the colour of paint but the actual design!). All sensible measures and has been referred to the Community Centre Feasibility Committee. I doubt it will get a mention in publc but will be buried in the bureaucratic paperwork of the project. Still nice try!

10 comments:
Umm, Ben, regarding the purported signs, this is June 1, not April 1.
FYI, there are no new signs at the beach. The signs were the result of Wally's creative talent in Photoshop.
Thanks folks for the correction, it does make for good coffee break conversation and the article has been rewritten to reflect fantasy
The idea is to blur the border between fact and fiction. Poets and novelists walk that line as a matter of course. Good poets and novelists dance on that line. Great poets pirouette on that line because they are foolish enough to take on the dare. The results are immortality.
April 1 is a great day for fools. It's disdained only by nouns, who are stodgy rocks in the river as frolicking verbs pass them by. Life is a noun, living is a verb. That's law, Martin.
It is how they obtain a position in the great courts to listen to the real fools.
The Art In Public Places Committee (AIPPC) exists to apply the standards of common sense. The Imagine Nation of the Peoples Republic of Poetry (PRP) is governed by the standards of uncommon sense. Martin deals with the former; in which April 1 is licenced as the Day of Fools with ‘restrictions’. The Spirit of That Day, however, can be carpe diemmed (1) at any moment to satisfy the whim of uncommon sense, a.k.a. whimsy. When Wind Woman feels whimsical on April 1, she splinters into a Moist Spring of promiscuous breezes. Whimsy is the tantalizing teasing and toying of air-borne petals lifting and lilting about like the broken wings of butterflies. Whimsy is a respected ingredient in the apoethecaries of the PRP. I especially recommend Love Poetion #9, which, when taken during the consumption of meat from a field beast, can lead to … ah, but I digress here. Whimsy is healthy. Whimsy is wonderful. Repeat, rinse, “Whimsy is wonderful”.
(1) Quintus Horatius Flaccus, a.k.a., Horace, (Dec 8, 65 BC – Nov 27, 8 BC),
There once was a man named Ben
Who was often real quick with a pen
But sometimes he spoke
Without geting the joke,
Only to put foot in mouth yet again
There once was a person named Anon
Who should be in gaol as a con
If you don't use your name
You deserve no fame
And you still ain't no University Don!
You guys should be brought up on charges of rhymes against hilarity
There once was a poet named Wally
Who filled the beach with virtual folly
You can see from his beard
That he's really quite weird
And makes the citizens say oh golly!
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How's that for a rhyme against hilarity? Your post inspired me to compose the above in tribute to you, although I must say it's hard to come up with words that rhyme with Wally.
Deb O'Connor - confessing now that I also wrote the first one about Ben.
Oh gee, a pick-poet on a rhyme spree.
Creativity of a higher order would eschew the opening, "There once was a ..."
just a bit of re-ordering; "Once there was a ..."
or
"Was once there a . . ."
Limerick Land is a vast region located in the lower east side of the imagine nation of the Peoples Republic of Poetry. It borders Bland Land and often there are squirmishes along the margins caused by pulp frictioneers entering the imagine nation and stealing first drafts.
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