Eagles of Death Heavy Metal Band had an emotional interview about slaughter at their Mataclan concert in Paris.
Canada's Minister of Industry debated "Diversity" with Bill Maher, an American comedian on "Real Time " I don't know what that is.
A perfectly beautiful fairy sprite in filmy white costume, elevated herself in flight, in figure-skating competition .
Except for heavily-armed men in military uniforms, streets and squares in Belgian cities are silent and foreboding ,while people hide at home in fear of further atrocities.
Canada's Prime Minister was greeted by squealing teen-agers as the newest heart-throb.
In the snippet of the interview I saw, a small one to be sure, the question was not heard about the meaning of the band's name; Eagles of Death Heavy Metal Band. Think of the impression of our times when history records that terrible event.
Music is culture and a creative exercise . If culture influences ,what effect is intended on the fertile imagination of the young by naming a band "The Eagles Of Death. "
Can we talk?
Bill Maher makes a living out of shock. He is the jock of shock. He says something outrageous and his body language conveys the impression of looking back to see if Satan is gonna get him. Furtive comedy best describes him. His sparkle sputters. He's never sure what he can pull off in the name of humor.
Why did Canada's Minister of Industry risk an encounter with risk-inclined Maher on Real Time T.V.
This new and youthful government of ours has yet to establish an image of substance.
Yesterday's supporters will be four years older and Americans will still not be voting in our next election.
Does it matter for the world to take Canada seriously? Never more so.
It's not at all certain a teen-age heart-throb image is an asset to Canada's Prime Minister on the world stage either. In age, our nation is on par with the U.S. In terms of maturity, the record is spotty
at best. We are different but we should be equal.
I recall a moment early in his late father's career. His age had been given out as forty-eight years. Turned out to be fifty-two. His political image suffered no injury but the playboy persona was ever so slightly impacted.
Upon such trivial wherewithal, images are chiseled .....and sink like stone.
A wraith-like figure elevated and pirouetting on ice in filmy white gauze and heavily armed military personnel with masked faces, guarding subway station entrances in Belgian cities heretofore known for chocolate and lace and a King who chose to wear with Jews an armband with the Emblem of David, Nazi -ordered in war-time occupied Belgium, in stark contrast, they compete for our attention.
Outside, snow has begun to fall.
Grass is green and lush.
Yesterday, the first brilliant red Cardinal strutted around the bird feeder on the round table on the deck outside my window, in appreciation of an expressly intended invitation.