It was the kind of weekend when I did a little cooking and a little laundry and a lot of lazing around, so I consider it a success. The crows are flying to their day jobs, the sky is strewn with grey, pink and purple, there’s a siren in the distance and it’s just like a regular Tuesday….. except there’s tapioca in the fridge.
So what happened in the world. Looks like Canadians are headed to the polls, although the date has not yet been set. McCain picked a running mate without vetting her seriously first, which strikes me as mildly insane but not really surprising. The Tories want to revamp public health in the wake of the food borne pathogen outbreak. I thought this meant they were going to hand out free Pepto-Bismol but apparently they are going to do something a little more substantive. Well, good luck on that; it’s kind of hard to enforce standards when you have no inspectors. Maybe they will get more inspectors. Funny family story; when my uncle Gary was a youngun he helped inspect food production facilities in Ontario for a summer and at the end of it the only thing he would eat was Laura Secord chocolates. I really don’t think much has changed. When I was a puppy I worked for a structural engineering firm that did the upgrades to the Maple Leaf plants in Toronto and the boys would come back from site inspections and regale the other employees with what actually goes on in a meatpacking plant, especially if the other employees decide they don’t like you. Blech. Plus ça change, baybee.
I guess it wasn’t a peaceful weekend for everybody. Amy Goodman discusses her arrest.
