The wildfire season has started very early with over fifty already burning in BC alone, but by far the worst is the one in Fort McMurray in Alberta. The whole town and surrounding areas have now been evacuated almost 90000 people with no loss of life, but with most of the town burned to the ground. Sam used to be up there frequently for meetings, it is horrible to watch, and the fire shows no sign of letting up
Below is a video showing people trying to leave town, knowing their homes will most likely not be standing when they return. Here in Vancouver water restrictions have already begun, and the real possibility this year of an interface fire. We decided to be ready just in case, and have packed ‘go’ bags. It is going to be a long hot summer. But my heart goes out to those from Fort McMurray, who had little warning.
This is re-posted in its entirety with the permission of nineweaving
Shakespeare at work, play-patching, on Sir Thomas More: we think. The language, both by intuition and sophisticated tests, is his; the quirks of spelling ("scilens," "strainger," "sealf") are his; the idiosyncratic hand is not a copyist's, but someone's who makes running changes as he writes: it matches all the little cluster of quirks we know from Shakespeare's signatures. And as Shakespeare will, this passage goes on speaking, now and now and now.
He pleads for refugees, for strangers.
Here Ian McKellan speaks a bit of the scene, and tells us why it matters. (He slips a little on his history of religion.)
Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise
Hath chid down all the majesty of England;
Imagine that you see the wretched strangers,
Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage,
Plodding to th’ ports and coasts for transportation,
And that you sit as kings in your desires,
Authority quite silenced by your brawl,
And you in ruff of your opinions clothed;
What had you got? I’ll tell you. You had taught
How insolence and strong hand should prevail,
How order should be quelled; and by this pattern
Not one of you should live an aged man,
For other ruffians, as their fancies wrought,
With self same hand, self reasons, and self right,
Would shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes
Would feed on one another.
O, desperate as you are,
Wash your foul minds with tears, and those same hands,
That you like rebels lift against the peace,
Lift up for peace, and your unreverent knees,
Make them your feet to kneel to be forgiven!
You’ll put down strangers,
Kill them, cut their throats, possess their houses,
And lead the majesty of law in lyam, [on leash]
To slip him like a hound. Say now the king
(As he is clement, if th’ offender mourn)
Should so much come too short of your great trespass
As but to banish you, whither would you go?
What country, by the nature of your error,
Should give you harbor? Go you to France or Flanders,
To any German province, to Spain or Portugal,
Nay, any where that not adheres to England,—
Why, you must needs be strangers. Would you be pleased
To find a nation of such barbarous temper,
That, breaking out in hideous violence,
Would not afford you an abode on earth,
Whet their detested knives against your throats,
Spurn you like dogs, and like as if that God
Owed not nor made not you, nor that the elements
Were not all appropriate to your comforts,
But chartered unto them, what would you think
To be thus used? This is the strangers’ case;
And this your mountanish inhumanity.
I wanted to share this. A young husband and father lost his wife, Helene to the violence in Paris, below is his message to those who killed her.
Antoine's message to ISIS: 'You will not have my hatred'
Friday night, you took an exceptional life — the love of my life, the mother of my son — but you will not have my hatred. I don’t know who you are and I don’t want to know, you are dead souls. If this God, for whom you kill blindly, made us in his image, every bullet in the body of my wife would have been one more wound in his heart.
So, no, I will not grant you the gift of my hatred. You’re asking for it, but responding to hatred with anger is falling victim to the same ignorance that has made you what you are. You want me to be scared, to view my countrymen with mistrust, to sacrifice my liberty for my security. You lost.
I saw her this morning. Finally, after nights and days of waiting. She was just as beautiful as when she left on Friday night, just as beautiful as when I fell hopelessly in love over 12 years ago. Of course I am devastated by this pain, I give you this little victory, but the pain will be short-lived. I know that she will be with us every day and that we will find ourselves again in this paradise of free love to which you have no access.
We are just two, my son and me, but we are stronger than all the armies in the world. I don’t have any more time to devote to you, I have to join Melvil who is waking up from his nap. He is barely 17-months-old. He will eat his meals as usual, and then we are going to play as usual, and for his whole life this little boy will threaten you by being happy and free. Because no, you will not have his hatred either.
Link: Here Please listen to it.
Remembrance Day has an extra meaning for me as my father died the day before on the 10th in 1972, in many ways, a long time ago. Yet even then there were so many veterans living with the results and effects of having fought in a war for their country. There has been much in the news here in Canada, and other countries, about the cuts to programmes for those who fought for us to have a better way of life. My hope for those here in Canada, is that with the new government, they will reverse those cuts of the last few years, that those men and women may live without having to fight for what should be theirs, and live with the dignity they deserve.
LJ has made some changes, and in the process it seems to have changed my friend's list with some of you not able to see my posts. I have no idea when this happened, and because of that I will leave this post open. I think I have fixed my list, but just in case, if you find yourself not seeing my usual locked posts let me know, and I guess for everyone it might be an idea to check your own list and any filters. I do wish they would stop changing things, I don't see any great changes other than symbols!
On the subject of Windows 8.1 which I now have with my latest laptop. Does anyone use an ePub reader they really like for this system. I can always convert to mobi but it would also be nice to have an ePub reader. One other question, I have tried several methods to disarm 'charms' but to no avail, any ideas for the technologically challenged!
Hope everyone has a good week-end...the sun is shining here:)
This Remembrance Day is a particularly poignant one here in Canada, coming just a few weeks after two of our men were killed in their own country by extremists. It is rare to see anyone in our streets not wearing a poppy. Still though we must never forget what has happened, we need to move on to the future in the hope that one day, it will not be necessary for any person young or old to give their life in war. That will always be my hope and prayer.
When we were in London in September they were just starting to place the ceramic poppies around the Tower of London
The following picture gives you an idea of the display now finished here and here It stretches the whole way around as the second picture below shows. The final poppy will be place tomorrow on Remembrance Day