We got a letter to the editor at the paper today from a Larry Cooper, who says he is "Zora's typist."
It was as follows:
"I am a real space alien. It’s irrelevant if you do not believe it. What is relevant are my plans for when and location on earth I will appear. My plan includes the person who will be first to welcome me. Question is, who on earth has the intestinal fortitude to step into this mystery and become the first human to welcome me to your planet earth? Welcome_space_aliens@yahoo.ca"
We decided not to run the letter as it seem a little fishy. I mean, really, would a space alien get a Yahoo account? I doubt it.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Paper stuff
Today at work our computers were down until 11:30 a.m. That proves tricky on a production day as we couldn't get anything started on any pages until noonish. I went home to file a story to the web and then brought my computer to work just to do some writing. The issue was actually a power outage in Vancouver that meant all the papers in the Lower Mainland couldn't sign in to their servers. Amazing how interconnected we are. Frightening even. Maybe we are all actually connected wirelessly to Leonard Asper's brain and he was napping this morning. The mothercorp burps and we smell it.
Stories I did today: some wanker robbed one of the corn girls at one of the corn barns in town and scared the crap out of her, probably making off with about $20; there was a pissing match at city council over some rezoning of a property for a mini-storage that was in between commercial and residential properties; then there was a call for photos for a film commission book on locations to be sent to the industry; and then, of course, all the arts crap which isn't too interesting this week–bluegrass festival, Greendale Sampler, some stand-alone photos.
But interesting stuff coming up, and that we will get from follow-ups from stories Mike did this issue such as The Vault adding strippers, a real estate agent who was "known to police" eating five bullets in Promontory. I'm doing a feature on Mexican farm workers at Rainbow Greenhouses for next week and then tomorrow I'm going to the Cheam reserve on the Fraser River for a salmon feast at noon then a sod-turning for a bridge over the highway at the Squiala reserve.
Next week will be a fun one without Ken as Mike and/or I have to take over, and then beyond work Joanne and I have to pack up all our stuff, have a walk-through of our townhouse and then move next Sunday.
On Monday we have a meeting to sign papers at the lawyer's office. Monday is August 25, our first anniversary. So the emphasis will be on the paper I guess.
Stories I did today: some wanker robbed one of the corn girls at one of the corn barns in town and scared the crap out of her, probably making off with about $20; there was a pissing match at city council over some rezoning of a property for a mini-storage that was in between commercial and residential properties; then there was a call for photos for a film commission book on locations to be sent to the industry; and then, of course, all the arts crap which isn't too interesting this week–bluegrass festival, Greendale Sampler, some stand-alone photos.
But interesting stuff coming up, and that we will get from follow-ups from stories Mike did this issue such as The Vault adding strippers, a real estate agent who was "known to police" eating five bullets in Promontory. I'm doing a feature on Mexican farm workers at Rainbow Greenhouses for next week and then tomorrow I'm going to the Cheam reserve on the Fraser River for a salmon feast at noon then a sod-turning for a bridge over the highway at the Squiala reserve.
Next week will be a fun one without Ken as Mike and/or I have to take over, and then beyond work Joanne and I have to pack up all our stuff, have a walk-through of our townhouse and then move next Sunday.
On Monday we have a meeting to sign papers at the lawyer's office. Monday is August 25, our first anniversary. So the emphasis will be on the paper I guess.
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