Wednesday, April 23, 2014
The province of Quebec has laws that insist on French as the primary language for public signage. We have no such laws in the province of British Columbia, though we do have an anxious mayor of Richmond who, when asked about a Chinese language-only advertisement for Crest's "whitening" toothpaste (50% of Richmond identifies as Chinese), could only respond (on CKNW yesterday) by expressing his disappointment with a company that would forsake a wider market share than the one they have targeted in their recent ad campaign.
But is Procter & Gamble (the makers of Crest) losing out by not including English on an ad for a product that, through its brand label and attached image, conveys its intentions regardless of the language it is written in? Personally I would be curious to see how Richmond's Crest sales fare in the weeks and months to come, as I am sure some will be drawn to a product that expresses itself in their mother tongue (and no other), just as there will be some who will make a point of not buying Crest because they claim not to understand what Procter & Gamble is selling, even though they do.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Monday, April 21, 2014
Sunday, April 20, 2014
My wild geranium came from the East Vancouver home of Sidney Shadbolt. I was taken there one hot September morning fifteen years ago by Sidney's daughter, Kate Craig, to help her with some thinning. I also left that day with the crocosmia that now grows between my smoke bush and my evergreen magnolia.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.
At this time of year, clear blue mornings appear a degree or two warmer than those that preceded them, forgotten as they are after three-day stretches of wet grey weather.
Yesterday opened with a light blue sky. Below it, a pink tunnel of cherry blossoms, the neighbour's towering rhododendron (also pink) and a reddening quince.
Last week I cut back a wild geranium that was flooding onto the lawn, the area before it now a dark brown patch.
Not sure what to do with this patch, whether to patch it with sod from another part of the yard or leave it, see what happens.
Friday, April 18, 2014
Thursday, April 17, 2014
A scene from the film version of D.H. Lawrence's long short story, "The Virgin and the Gypsy" (1930), where a smitten Yvette travels through the rain to visit the Gypsy, only to hear from his wife that he is not home. Upon returning, she meets him travelling in the opposite direction, on horseback. He invites her to "warm places," but she declines. As he rides off, she has a change of heart.
Some memorable lines:
Some silver, for my luck.
Beware the voice of the water.
Be braver in your body or your luck will leave you.
A horse will go up a hill.
It's a stallion.
Be braver or your luck will leave you.
I am expected home for tea and there is no more to be said.