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Where the Borg Empire Really Began

August 31, 2011


Everything starts small. It’s not well known that the Borg Empire began with the career of Larry Borg, a shady  one-legged door-to-door prosthetics salesman who built up his business by a combination of aggressive salesmanship and a cavalier attitude towards patent and copyright laws. Detractors said that he often stole ideas outright. The slogan of […]

Simple Sam Gets a Comb-Over

August 30, 2011


Okay, everybody’s here, good.  Today we’re going to tackle a subject that’s important to everybody here, but especially important to our special guest, Simple Sam.  We’ll see why in a moment. “What is this meeting about?” asks Sam.  “And who are all these, um…?” …Bohemian looking types? “One way of putting it.” They’re artists, Sam.  […]

Legends of Myself 26

August 29, 2011


Continued from Legends of Myself 25 26.  1957:  A Schoolyard in Cloverdale  Touch, Tap, Toe.  Cloverdale, 1957, is the first time I was ever asked to touch my toes.  The reason I remember it is because I was the only one in the room who could not do it without bending at the knees.  It was […]

Legends of Myself 25

August 28, 2011


Continued from Legends of Myself 24   25. Literary Criticism in Cloverdale, Pt. 2 I was confused by the dialect, by new words, a linguistic thing, but the issue went deeper than that. About That Elephant.  Uncle Remus was welcomed to my classroom in 1957, but might not be so readily today.  1957 was before the […]

Legends of Myself 24

August 26, 2011


Continued from Legends of Myself 23 24. Grade Two: Literary Criticism in Cloverdale, Pt. 1 In 1957, Ingmar Bergman released ‘The Seventh Seal’, adding yet another level of cachet to the subtle wars of chess.  Teddy Geisel published ‘The Cat in the Hat’ and, in England, Allen Ginsberg published ‘Howl’.  Dr. Suess’ Cat housed some anarchy […]

Ravens Fighting for the Moon by Haisla Collins

August 23, 2011


Legends of Myself 23

August 22, 2011


  Continued from Legends of Myself 22   23.  Cloverdale, 1957:  I Move to Pluto.  The fall of 1957 brought me to a dairy farm in Cloverdale, a place not at all like Vancouver and not at all like Mission.  The hayfields in that Cloverdale farm marched in lockstep.  Everything that could be made tidy was […]