W.H.,P.H.,M.G.C..
Work Hard, Play Hard, Make Good Choices.
That was the slogan that I used for some time as I sent my kids up the drive to catch the bus to school.
On well over a hundred occasions.
And I've reflected that 'making good choices' is quite a challenge.
One strives to get the choices good.
And making those choices involves patterns of thought and action.
And one pattern I've noticed is that pretty well all decision making involves assumptions about future states of affairs, and there is a pretty high co-relation between the validity of the predicted states and the efficacy of the decision making.
And how lucky I was to have spent that year and change with CN in future/strategic studies, 40 years back now (this May coming), which allows me to bring a rich background into play on the topic of future states of affairs especially in the 5 to 25 year projections.
And something I just got on to - Vitalik Buterin, Russian born Canadian raised and schooled with his Ethereum cryptoeconomic theory, plans, and organizations.
I say good chance he will be Big.
more later
Monday, November 2, 2015
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Improbabilities: Amazing ?
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Improbabilities: Amazing?
No sooner than I had started the
car for my trip to North Bay the car radio announced a happy tidbit. Coming up
next was a phone-in-show that would surely keep my interest for most of the
drive. CBC had a program focusing on amazing improbabilities, or coincidences.
Host Amanda Pheffer would be joined by a statistics prof and authour, David
Hand of the Imperial College, London, to discuss crazy coincidences. Listeners
would be calling in from across the province to tell their tales of unusual
experiences and the prof would comment on them from a statistical vantage
point. His theme: remarkable coincidences that ordinary folk experience are
invariably compatible with mathematical laws however incompatible they may seem
at first.
As someone with an abiding interest
in numbers and probabilities, the timing of the show was itself a felicitous
coincidence.
I was not disappointed. A score of
callers recounted their own memorable stories. One fellow told of meeting his
future wife. They had grown up in communities separated by a few thousand
miles, apparently with no friends or acquaintances in common. Turns out though,
the grandfather of the wife had been a neighbour of the caller, and a good
acquaintance during his youth. This auspicious connection was to bode well for
the couple’s relationship.
These stories got me thinking about
my own improbable encounters. I fancied that if I were inclined to call in with
a story I would tell one that happened when I was on a high school trip to
Europe. It was the summer of 1969; the year certain in my memory because Neil
Armstrong had set foot on the moon while we were overseas.
The trip drew to a close as our
large student group waited in the airport in Florence Italy. Then and there, to
my utter amazement I think I see my neighbour from home, 2 doors over. And
dang, it was indeed my neighbour from Sudbury, travelling on her own in Italy.
Of course I approached her immediately, and we hugged, and both of us could
hardly stop yakking about this amazing connection.
Over the years I have reflected on
this encounter many times. Surely it had been mere coincidence. In trying to
make sense of it I had wondered about quantifying the probabilities of the two
of us meeting in an airport an ocean away from our family homes. Needless to
say, quantifying the odds of such a meeting was well beyond my capabilities,
and I imagined well beyond any human capabilities. But the probability had to
be a ridiculously low figure – amazingly improbable.
At one point in my reflections of
this event, I conjured up an explanation that while silly, had superficial
appeal. The probability of our meeting in a foreign airport might be related to
the number of people in the world (3.5 billion then), and the subset of those
people who would have been in an international airport. And with so many people
to factor into the calculations, whatever the probability of our encounter it
would be a very long shot indeed. But, I surmised, what if the estimate of the
number of people on the planet had been grossly overstated. What if instead of
3.5 billion people in the world, there were only 3.5 million. And while I had
no evidence that the demographers were off by a factor of a thousand, it would
serve to make the chances of our airport encounter much more probable. And that
provided a certain satisfaction all by itself. Alas, I digress….
As the radio show came to an end,
(coincidentally?) I pulled into the parking lot of my destination, the North
Bay Hospital. My work would take up the remainder of the day, and I would head
back home about the supper hour.
But rather than head home directly,
I decided to stop at the hospital cafeteria, nearly deserted late on this
Friday afternoon in the summer. I say nearly deserted, but there was one other
customer, grabbing a snack at the counter.
Perhaps you know where this is
headed. On a day when bizarre coincidences was the topic du jour, there was one
more coincidence in store for me. That lone customer at the counter was an old
childhood friend of mine. Someone who I had not seen often since we both left
our family homes to make our own way many years earlier. She was working at the
hospital part time as a chaplain, and when she spotted me, called out.
Surprised, but pleased, I went over to her with greetings, and we spend a few
pleasant minutes chatting about old times and catching up on the new.
I’m sure there are some readers who
might say this cafeteria encounter was not such an amazing coincidence. Happens
all the time some would offer. I would have thought the same things myself but
for one additional element of the story.
The chaplain at the cafeteria
counter, my old childhood friend, was one and the same person as the student in
the Florence airport I coincidentally met up with in 1969. The same person I
had been thinking about in the car on the trip to North Bay all the while
listening to a radio show on amazing coincidences. Put that into your
probability calculation device, and stand back to be amazed.
All this stuff hurts my head. I
want to turn to something simpler and easier to relate to. And so I close with
my favourite, and most silly aphorism about coincidences from the late American
journalist H.L. Mencken.
24
hours in a day. 24 bottles of beer in a case.
Coincidence?
I
think not.
Michael
Hennessy
2015.Aug 15
2015.Aug 15
Friday, July 31, 2015
Bucky: Aug 1, 2015 - notes
This past month Bucky received a couple of new toys.
Both had small squeak elements built in that clearly fascinated him.
From the moment he heard the sound in each, he seemed determined to incapacitate the sound generator.
And he was sufficiently determined that he became near obsessed, chewing and plucking and tearing till eventually the squeaker was disabled, or swallowed.
While in some respects the toys were still recognizable, sort of, after his intense mastication, they held little interest for him without the sounds.
Compare this with an event earlier today.
I decided to quiet his mania with an ice cube.
He mouthed it intently. And flung it, and retrieved it a few times.
Then he chawed down on it, till it was crumbs, and he was momentarily sated.
A much less expensive alternative, if only slightly less long lasting.
Also today, the first neighbour complaint about Bucky.
The complaint came by way of a phone message to the office phone from an anonymous female living close by.
Her pitch: please don't put the dog out so early in the morning. His barks are disturbing my sleep.
Bucky was out early. He had been sick the eve before, throwing up. So I put him to bed early, and when he was whining at 5am put him outside till I finished my sleep, and had my morning routine.
He does have a rather severe big dog bark when he senses trouble, or an anomaly, or something he does not understand. It could be a leaf blowing in the wind, or simply lying still on the grass. Not easy for me to predict. Though one pattern that is emerging is that he is much quicker to bark when he is not getting attention from me.
I am learning I may have been giving him more attention than I should.
This is a self perpetuating cycle. The more I give, the more he expects.
The new norm has to be less attention for him, and while there may be a little push back, he will come to recognize and accept the new norm.
Went swimming with Bucky at 5pm at 351 Walford - PCH's under construction place.
His swimming is improving. And he likes it. And it gives him a bath which is probably a good thing.
Both had small squeak elements built in that clearly fascinated him.
From the moment he heard the sound in each, he seemed determined to incapacitate the sound generator.
And he was sufficiently determined that he became near obsessed, chewing and plucking and tearing till eventually the squeaker was disabled, or swallowed.
While in some respects the toys were still recognizable, sort of, after his intense mastication, they held little interest for him without the sounds.
Compare this with an event earlier today.
I decided to quiet his mania with an ice cube.
He mouthed it intently. And flung it, and retrieved it a few times.
Then he chawed down on it, till it was crumbs, and he was momentarily sated.
A much less expensive alternative, if only slightly less long lasting.
Also today, the first neighbour complaint about Bucky.
The complaint came by way of a phone message to the office phone from an anonymous female living close by.
Her pitch: please don't put the dog out so early in the morning. His barks are disturbing my sleep.
Bucky was out early. He had been sick the eve before, throwing up. So I put him to bed early, and when he was whining at 5am put him outside till I finished my sleep, and had my morning routine.
He does have a rather severe big dog bark when he senses trouble, or an anomaly, or something he does not understand. It could be a leaf blowing in the wind, or simply lying still on the grass. Not easy for me to predict. Though one pattern that is emerging is that he is much quicker to bark when he is not getting attention from me.
I am learning I may have been giving him more attention than I should.
This is a self perpetuating cycle. The more I give, the more he expects.
The new norm has to be less attention for him, and while there may be a little push back, he will come to recognize and accept the new norm.
Went swimming with Bucky at 5pm at 351 Walford - PCH's under construction place.
His swimming is improving. And he likes it. And it gives him a bath which is probably a good thing.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
A Moderate Proposal
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When will we stop the madness?
The situation is grave.
Children are dying from head injuries needlessly as the public and policy makers sit on their hands.
Fact is that adults also are dying needlessly from head injuries.
Take the recent case in Wyoming, where a mother and her 8 year old daughter each suffered a horrendous death through the head injuries sustained in a car accident.
The coroners jury considered the gruesome details and offered their recommendations.
First of those was a plea to lawmakers to pass a requirement that all occupants of motor vehicles wear a full helmet and visor. A simple, low cost law that would demonstrably save lives, and forgo pain, and reduce loss.
On that point, the saving of lives and reduction of injuries, the experts were remarkably in full agreement. The pediatric neurosurgeon from John Hopkins had studied the matter rigorously and his conclusions were convincing. A colleague from Berkeley reached a similar conclusion albeit with a different data set. Full helmets with visors simply offered the best bang for the buck from a national policy point of view.
As much as this pitch for sensible regulation is grounded with solid evidence, and resonates with good old common sense, there are the inevitable 'nay sayers'- rhymes with 'deniers'. These folk are not to be troubled by the growing consensus of those who brought science to the table. There is just no convincing some folks.
A small number have complained that such a regulation, to make helmets with visors mandatory, would impose too big a burden financially on car drivers and passengers. One wonders what price such an advocate would put on the life of an 8 year old girl in reckoning the cost / benefit balance. Superfluously it may be noted that the cost of compliance relative to the cost of simply owning a car these days is trivial.
Then there are the incessantly noisy libertarians. Their sin is to ignore the costs of lost lives, and grievous injuries on the rest of society. A cost that goes far beyond medical bills and lost earnings. These are a decidedly selfish lot that enjoy all the benefits of a modern society but have no truck for making a fair contribution.
Felicitously the nay sayers are a diminishing minority.
Better yet there are signs that the movement for requiring helmets and visors is getting some ground level traction. For a list of national and local organizations that are supporting these initiatives check out the clearinghouse site at yestohelmets.org .
Everyone may be right to be guarded about meaningful change.
And change for the sake of change is pure misguided.
But one is compelled to acknowledge that we living in changing times, that circumstances change, and that our ability to respond with appropriate technology is continuously improving.
And with the benefit of hindsight, we may have confidence that a changed regulatory environment is the right path for change. It's time for the public and or policy makers to be forthcoming in their support for sensible change to our motor vehicle laws.
Allow me to conclude with a personal observation.
I'm of the view that there is an inevitability to this trend of better protecting those who drive or ride in cars. We used to think that seat belts and airbags were impositions and annoyances.
Now neither merits a second thought.
And of course the proof is in the pudding. Loss of life, serious injuries, and all that follows from them, are way down. And none would dare to deny the connection.
The sad, very sad, counterpoint is that there are still way too many needless auto deaths and injuries.
Yet the counter-counterpoint is that change is in the air. And it is in the form of helmets with visors for everyone getting into a car.
It's coming your way.
Don't be slow to get on the bus.
When will we stop the madness?
The situation is grave.
Children are dying from head injuries needlessly as the public and policy makers sit on their hands.
Fact is that adults also are dying needlessly from head injuries.
Take the recent case in Wyoming, where a mother and her 8 year old daughter each suffered a horrendous death through the head injuries sustained in a car accident.
The coroners jury considered the gruesome details and offered their recommendations.
First of those was a plea to lawmakers to pass a requirement that all occupants of motor vehicles wear a full helmet and visor. A simple, low cost law that would demonstrably save lives, and forgo pain, and reduce loss.
On that point, the saving of lives and reduction of injuries, the experts were remarkably in full agreement. The pediatric neurosurgeon from John Hopkins had studied the matter rigorously and his conclusions were convincing. A colleague from Berkeley reached a similar conclusion albeit with a different data set. Full helmets with visors simply offered the best bang for the buck from a national policy point of view.
As much as this pitch for sensible regulation is grounded with solid evidence, and resonates with good old common sense, there are the inevitable 'nay sayers'- rhymes with 'deniers'. These folk are not to be troubled by the growing consensus of those who brought science to the table. There is just no convincing some folks.
A small number have complained that such a regulation, to make helmets with visors mandatory, would impose too big a burden financially on car drivers and passengers. One wonders what price such an advocate would put on the life of an 8 year old girl in reckoning the cost / benefit balance. Superfluously it may be noted that the cost of compliance relative to the cost of simply owning a car these days is trivial.
Then there are the incessantly noisy libertarians. Their sin is to ignore the costs of lost lives, and grievous injuries on the rest of society. A cost that goes far beyond medical bills and lost earnings. These are a decidedly selfish lot that enjoy all the benefits of a modern society but have no truck for making a fair contribution.Felicitously the nay sayers are a diminishing minority.
Better yet there are signs that the movement for requiring helmets and visors is getting some ground level traction. For a list of national and local organizations that are supporting these initiatives check out the clearinghouse site at yestohelmets.org .
Everyone may be right to be guarded about meaningful change.
And change for the sake of change is pure misguided.
But one is compelled to acknowledge that we living in changing times, that circumstances change, and that our ability to respond with appropriate technology is continuously improving.
And with the benefit of hindsight, we may have confidence that a changed regulatory environment is the right path for change. It's time for the public and or policy makers to be forthcoming in their support for sensible change to our motor vehicle laws.
Allow me to conclude with a personal observation.
I'm of the view that there is an inevitability to this trend of better protecting those who drive or ride in cars. We used to think that seat belts and airbags were impositions and annoyances.
Now neither merits a second thought.
And of course the proof is in the pudding. Loss of life, serious injuries, and all that follows from them, are way down. And none would dare to deny the connection.
The sad, very sad, counterpoint is that there are still way too many needless auto deaths and injuries.
Yet the counter-counterpoint is that change is in the air. And it is in the form of helmets with visors for everyone getting into a car.
It's coming your way.
Don't be slow to get on the bus.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Longvue Asylum (LA) near Rosseau
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Longvue Asylum. I'm kinda partial to this moniker for the place I'm at this moment.
Permit me to parse the name. Longvue melds two words, long and vue. The first is a well recognized simple English language word - though it means different things usually dependent on context. In this case it more refers to the dimension of time rather than the horizontal space dimension. For completeness long is quite similarly recognizable in the French language.
Vue is a French word, but a homologue of the English word of the same meaning. Given the preferred dimension for 'long', and applying it to view, it sorta means 'farsighted', or looking relatively further distant in time. Looking is as in 'imagining'. I am not clairvoyant - another melding of two words one of which is recognizable in English.
I am an advocate, big time, of the longvue.
I think the world would be a better place if more folk considered the longvue when making or considering their choices.
This place, 4500 Aspdin Rd., is intended to be an exemplar of the longvue.
Whimsically it should have some features with a thousand year design horizon.
That's the longvue I'm talking about.
Asylum has a couple of meanings in english. One relates to a part time gig I hold, CCB adjudicator. Asylum can have a pejorative tense. A synonym of 'nut house', or crazy house.
But I employ it in the sense of retreat or rest and rejuvenate place. A get away to place.
And as of today, I have a working fiber link to the internet, and a VPN, and that allows me to post this directly in near real time.
Longvue Asylum. I'm kinda partial to this moniker for the place I'm at this moment.
Permit me to parse the name. Longvue melds two words, long and vue. The first is a well recognized simple English language word - though it means different things usually dependent on context. In this case it more refers to the dimension of time rather than the horizontal space dimension. For completeness long is quite similarly recognizable in the French language.
Vue is a French word, but a homologue of the English word of the same meaning. Given the preferred dimension for 'long', and applying it to view, it sorta means 'farsighted', or looking relatively further distant in time. Looking is as in 'imagining'. I am not clairvoyant - another melding of two words one of which is recognizable in English.
I am an advocate, big time, of the longvue.
I think the world would be a better place if more folk considered the longvue when making or considering their choices.
This place, 4500 Aspdin Rd., is intended to be an exemplar of the longvue.
Whimsically it should have some features with a thousand year design horizon.
That's the longvue I'm talking about.
Asylum has a couple of meanings in english. One relates to a part time gig I hold, CCB adjudicator. Asylum can have a pejorative tense. A synonym of 'nut house', or crazy house.
But I employ it in the sense of retreat or rest and rejuvenate place. A get away to place.
And as of today, I have a working fiber link to the internet, and a VPN, and that allows me to post this directly in near real time.
Monday, May 25, 2015
Bucky the new pup - 2 weeks in
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Bucky the giant Schnauzer came home with me on Friday afternoon of May 8.
The critter was born on Jan. 28, 2015 as part of a 9 pup litter to Lance (dad) and Eva (if memory serves), through breeder/dog groomer Richard Lalonde in the Donovan.
I chose Bucky from the 3 available pups. He seemed the most lively, and was a little more independent and less clingy than his brothers.
In the intervening 2 weeks we have had quite a time together.
Here are some reflexions about that time.
I knew going in this would be a lifestyle changer.
And it has been.
I have given over a very big chunk of time and mental energy to this mutt.
In part I consider it an investment of my time that will return dividends over time.
We'll see, but early indications are positive.
Relatively speaking I'm satisfied Buckminster is a clever canine.
He responds well to treats.
He remembers places and patterns (B.'s pattern recognition is strong for a dog).
He'll retrieve a disc or a ball on most occasions, but after a dozen times, he begins to lose interest.
I'm so happy that he has a natural off switch, unlike some born retrievers.
He is mostly toilet trained.
Of course this requires that I accommodate his schedule.
Which means I am almost fully trained.
Is there something wrong with this picture?
I am constantly trying to peer into that brain of his.
I am eager to understand what he's thinking, and why he does what he does.
His behaviour is for the most part uncomplicated.
His behaviour of course is a window into his head.
It is not a human brain - to say what is obvious.
But there are many similarities.
He seeks to maximize pleasure and minimize pain. How human is that?
Bucky gets pleasure from food.
It seems he is on a constant search for food.
He will inhale a bowl of deluxe kibble in seconds, but is not sated.
It seems he is never sated.
He will sniff out possible food sources during every waking moment - save for when he is otherwise distracted. And heaven forbid that I should eat within his view. That is an open invitation to harass and bug me for some.
Perhaps I am not feeding him enough, though I think I am following the food suppliers guidelines.
About 3 cups of kibble a day.
Limbs - marionette like...
They flop about, not always fully controlled.
It seems as if the development of limb control is a little delayed, but I'm assured it is normal.
Sleeep - in cage - good
2x on bed - good but not good.
No pushback when I heave him, sliding, 10 feet, out of the kitchen - where he does not belong.
On occasion, Mischievous , or curious, partly to search for food, partly perhaps? to explore his territory?
And he is fairly persistent when he's got a scent. He don't let go easy, and sometimes he (chooses to) forget where he is allowed and where not.
And then there's his puppy clumsiness - but the B-minster improves every day (scratching ear or collar - a hilarious development.) Clumsy as in slip slidin' on the hardwood floors, and smashing ino stuff without apparent injury.
And most hilarious for me is the struggle he undertakes in retrieving a disc. About half the time (it seems) he'll get the edge of the disc in his teeth, have one foot sitting flat on the disc, and he can't lift the darn thing up. Cuz he's standing on it. And so he'll try and wrestle it out from under his foot, all the while applying more pressure with his foot. Inside I'm screaming .
And I call to mind his plaintiff whines - sometimes from his cage, sometimes at my feet...
They seem to be almost a language, however primitive.
How profound the ol saying that " even a dog knows the difference between a kick and a stumble."
I'm always wondering if B knows when i am deliberate or random ish.
i hold No brief for the canine species.
If there is to be a competition, i'm pulling for humans.
I'd rather eat a dog than have a dog eat me.
I wonder if we could reach a consensus on that.
I realize I gotta stay patient.
And that ain't so easy.
I do better after I have exercise.
But once I get in the wind down stage of the day,
attending to the circadian patterns worn deep,
food prep, eat, drink, clean, dessert, pee, smoke,
then Bucky seems more restless, while getting less attention,
and the stand-offs begin, and will occasionally result
in a bit of a raised voice cussing spree.
Bucky does not understand what was said.
(Mindful he is a German breed and I only know English)
but he sure understands how it was said.
It is but a crude way of asserting my alpha male dominance,
but it suits me for the time being.
more as developments occur and the inclination to report arises.
Bucky the giant Schnauzer came home with me on Friday afternoon of May 8.
The critter was born on Jan. 28, 2015 as part of a 9 pup litter to Lance (dad) and Eva (if memory serves), through breeder/dog groomer Richard Lalonde in the Donovan.
I chose Bucky from the 3 available pups. He seemed the most lively, and was a little more independent and less clingy than his brothers.
In the intervening 2 weeks we have had quite a time together.
Here are some reflexions about that time.
I knew going in this would be a lifestyle changer.
And it has been.
I have given over a very big chunk of time and mental energy to this mutt.
In part I consider it an investment of my time that will return dividends over time.
We'll see, but early indications are positive.
Relatively speaking I'm satisfied Buckminster is a clever canine.
He responds well to treats.
He remembers places and patterns (B.'s pattern recognition is strong for a dog).
He'll retrieve a disc or a ball on most occasions, but after a dozen times, he begins to lose interest.
I'm so happy that he has a natural off switch, unlike some born retrievers.
He is mostly toilet trained.
Of course this requires that I accommodate his schedule.
Which means I am almost fully trained.
Is there something wrong with this picture?
I am constantly trying to peer into that brain of his.
I am eager to understand what he's thinking, and why he does what he does.
His behaviour is for the most part uncomplicated.
His behaviour of course is a window into his head.
It is not a human brain - to say what is obvious.
But there are many similarities.
He seeks to maximize pleasure and minimize pain. How human is that?
Bucky gets pleasure from food.
It seems he is on a constant search for food.
He will inhale a bowl of deluxe kibble in seconds, but is not sated.
It seems he is never sated.
He will sniff out possible food sources during every waking moment - save for when he is otherwise distracted. And heaven forbid that I should eat within his view. That is an open invitation to harass and bug me for some.
Perhaps I am not feeding him enough, though I think I am following the food suppliers guidelines.
About 3 cups of kibble a day.
Limbs - marionette like...
They flop about, not always fully controlled.
It seems as if the development of limb control is a little delayed, but I'm assured it is normal.
Sleeep - in cage - good
2x on bed - good but not good.
No pushback when I heave him, sliding, 10 feet, out of the kitchen - where he does not belong.
On occasion, Mischievous , or curious, partly to search for food, partly perhaps? to explore his territory?
And he is fairly persistent when he's got a scent. He don't let go easy, and sometimes he (chooses to) forget where he is allowed and where not.
And then there's his puppy clumsiness - but the B-minster improves every day (scratching ear or collar - a hilarious development.) Clumsy as in slip slidin' on the hardwood floors, and smashing ino stuff without apparent injury.
And most hilarious for me is the struggle he undertakes in retrieving a disc. About half the time (it seems) he'll get the edge of the disc in his teeth, have one foot sitting flat on the disc, and he can't lift the darn thing up. Cuz he's standing on it. And so he'll try and wrestle it out from under his foot, all the while applying more pressure with his foot. Inside I'm screaming .
And I call to mind his plaintiff whines - sometimes from his cage, sometimes at my feet...
They seem to be almost a language, however primitive.
How profound the ol saying that " even a dog knows the difference between a kick and a stumble."
I'm always wondering if B knows when i am deliberate or random ish.
i hold No brief for the canine species.
If there is to be a competition, i'm pulling for humans.
I'd rather eat a dog than have a dog eat me.
I wonder if we could reach a consensus on that.
I realize I gotta stay patient.
And that ain't so easy.
I do better after I have exercise.
But once I get in the wind down stage of the day,
attending to the circadian patterns worn deep,
food prep, eat, drink, clean, dessert, pee, smoke,
then Bucky seems more restless, while getting less attention,
and the stand-offs begin, and will occasionally result
in a bit of a raised voice cussing spree.
Bucky does not understand what was said.
(Mindful he is a German breed and I only know English)
but he sure understands how it was said.
It is but a crude way of asserting my alpha male dominance,
but it suits me for the time being.
more as developments occur and the inclination to report arises.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
McClaughin Bev., CJ SCC on Differences
I say
certain differences on a debate or discussion between individuals
qualifies as a 'difference' in The McC context
and her framework and options and suggestions
resonates easily and comfortably.
Here's her formal speech for the Event.
Lafontaine Balwin Lecture series 2013 McLachlin
You may say:
wait a sec, there's a distinction between the difference she had in mind, and
the differences I have in mind.
You are likely correct.
But as a veteran judicial wag once offered:
"Tis a distiction without a difference."
certain differences on a debate or discussion between individuals
qualifies as a 'difference' in The McC context
and her framework and options and suggestions
resonates easily and comfortably.
Here's her formal speech for the Event.
Lafontaine Balwin Lecture series 2013 McLachlin
You may say:
wait a sec, there's a distinction between the difference she had in mind, and
the differences I have in mind.
You are likely correct.
But as a veteran judicial wag once offered:
"Tis a distiction without a difference."
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