For this entry, I considered renaming the blog, “Any fish but this fish.” GMO fish have much to consider, but not much of it is good. Were we better stewards, this would not have become an issue, but we are a hungry planet. Can Soylent Green be far behind? photo by Jenny Downing Genetically […]Read More Today – Any fish, just not this fish.
Just for some fun… check out the lyrics and then the article. “The Mermaid” When I was a lad in a fishing town Me old man said to me: “You can spend your life, your jolly life Just sailing on the sea. You can search the world for pretty girls Til your eyes are weak […]Read More Mermaids, oh my!
One of the joys about traveling around Newfoundland while working on Arn? Narn. was learning about their culture, more specifically their music. One of my favorite groups then and now is Great Big Sea. I defy anyone to sit still while listening to their music and if you get the opportunity to attend their concerts, […]Read More Words of wisdom from Alan Doyle and Russell Crowe.
One of my most favorite memories of my time in Newfoundland was that of meeting and befriending some of the people whom I met. Over these years, I have stayed in touch with some of them. Some I hear from regularly; others intermittently but happily. One who stands out is Bren. I first met him […]Read More Time passes…
In 1992, the Canadian government shut down the fishing industry in Newfoundland for 10 years in hopes that the fish would come back. When they revisited it in 2002, they found the fish stocks were in worse shape than at the outset of the moratorium. It is now in place permanently. And apparently, outside of […]Read More Lest you think…
Arn? Narn. has been out now for nearly four months. It’s been a wonderful period with much to be thankful for. Sales have been good, reviews have been even better, the Newfoundlanders who have seen it seem to like it. It’s all good. I just wanted to take some space on this post to share […]Read More Thoughts on lessons maybe learned.
A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned that I’d be writing about some declining resources around us. Certain things will be harder to obtain and will now always be in short supply. But at this point I would rather focus on some other resources beyond the obvious. As we wend our way through the obstacle […]Read More No shortage of…
That was to be the title of my next book. But researching that particular subject turned out to be an incredibly difficult task. Not that there wasn’t any information available. No, quite the contrary. There was too much. Thanks to a wonderful tool called Google Alerts, I was updated on water news daily. And there […]Read More Water, water, everywhere…
For the next few weeks, I’ll be departing from my media campaign to talk about issues of resources. The book Arn? Narn. is certainly, I hope, a powerful statement about the wasting and mismanagement of one resource in particular. But an abasement of another valuable resource is being enacted in more places than I care […]Read More We can’t continue to do this.
OK. After a long gestation period and an intense pre-publication year, Arn? Narn. has been published. I’m now in the hawking-my-book period, doing as much PR as possible to generate interest and of course sales. Yet, like so many other writers/artists/musicians, I do have a real job as well. So of course I need to […]Read More My new balancing act or “Up on the tightrope…” with regards to Leon Russell.
For the past 15 months or so, I’ve been diligently writing, recounting my experiences photographing in Newfoundland, and getting Arn? Narn. ready for publication. Add in the PR aspect of letting the world know about it and then acting on the results of said PR and it’s easy to see that it has consumed a […]Read More Blog-slinger.
So, the small PR machine has been working a bit. Radio appearances – very cool; book signings – also very cool; written interviews -OK, no wait, what? This was a new one to me and I had no idea how difficult they were. It would be a bit of a struggle. Person-to-person interviews are, I […]Read More R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
Shhhh. Put the dog out, the children to bed, lock the doors – I want to talk with you about something really scary. OK? Everyone settled in? Good. Talk quietly ’cause I don’t want this to get out – it could change everything. There’s this thing called the internet. Some say Al Gore invented it, […]Read More Has anyone here ever heard of this new thing called the internet?
Not ever having worked in films or in Hollywood (I’ve been there once though), I’m not familiar firsthand on either winning awards (I haven’t) or getting reviews (I have). So, I have no statuette to put on my mantle or pawn when I run up against it financially. That’s a lifestyle that is too foreign […]Read More The envelope please…
For years, I’ve unknowingly been using the Julian calendar to plan my days, appointments, and whatnot to bring some order to my life. Until now, it’s never failed me. It’s orderly – seven days, always following the same sequence, starting on Sunday- ending on Saturday, only to do it all over again, fifty-two times each […]Read More And what calendar are you on sir?
Every day, every thing we do as humans is a transaction of some kind. Oftentimes, it involves convincing another to come around to your way of thinking; or to do something they might not have considered previously; or buy something you’re selling. Yes, that’s right, we are all involved in sales in one fashion or […]Read More And now with more brighteners!
For a year now, arnnarn.com has been publishing my experiences in Newfoundland and about producing the book Arn? Narn. There is still more to come as we get closer to publication date – six weeks away – and I’ll still be writing about what happens afterwards! But as I have in the past, I’d like […]Read More It’s your turn.
Back in the old Bard’s day, getting published was probably not the issue it is today. He probably didn’t even have the competition that new authors do today as well. And it certainly didn’t hurt that he was pretty good with words. The Bard himself (twitter.com) Old Will may have sent out book queries and […]Read More Are you sure Shakespeare started this way?
All the good stuff that goes into conceiving a child is great. It’s the fodder of legends, songs, stories, movies, and art. And it only takes nine months. Then the hard work begins, years of being a parent which never really end even when they’re grown and move out. Nine months to the start and […]Read More A baby takes nine months; a book – maybe nine years!
With bellies full and hearts settled, we set out to explore. We have a map but plan on using it only if we get lost. If you know where you are in relation to the sea, you should be alright. That was our plan and we stuck to it. We visited some antique shops in […]Read More We drive around, eat some fish, listen to music, talk to Newfoundlanders, and go to a dance.
Earlier I wrote about the new 3 “Rs” – readin, ‘ritin’, and rewritin’. I was soon to learn of the fourth “R” – rejection. (urbanmusewriter.com) (phillyschoolsearch.com) Ah, yes – this is the type of stuff that’s been going on since high school. The big difference here is that in high school I might not have […]Read More The Fourth “R”
Happy, happy, joy, joy! It’s just a little bit of silliness from the old “Ren and Stimpy” cartoon show. You can learn a lot about a person based on what movies and TV they watch. An astute reader of this blog will no doubt know which music turns me on; which movies I like to […]Read More Happy, happy, joy, joy!
A very famous, overpaid (but ungrateful) sports commentator was asked about the best part of his now-over job with ESPN. His too-quick response was “Seeing it in the rear-view mirror”! Obviously, things didn’t go too well for him there. Not to worry though, both he and ESPN have gone on to greater things. Bye Newfoundland! […]Read More The damned awful, most sorrowful part of this trip…
Yesterday I wrote an entry about Breaking News. It’s a shorter than usual news cycle on this blog and this is really is what’s important today. (pioneerdrama.com) This is not the post I had planned for today. In the last week or so, things have accelerated and changed so much and so quickly, I’ve had […]Read More Stop the freakin’ presses! Uh, no – keep ’em going!
After escaping the clutches of the bi-churchal minister, I am now on solid ground once again, figuratively speaking, and heading back to St. John’s. I heard of a short cut that will take two hours off my impending twelve+ hour drive. Should I take it? I’ve been warned that it is not a particularly well […]Read More Whoa, there’s a moose, and another, and finally St. John’s!
My time photographing on Ramea has come to an end and I’m boarding the ferry Gallipoli back to the mainland of Newfoundland. It’ll be a couple of hours on the boat, disembark in Burgeo, then across the whole island once again to St. John’s. Gonna have to stop and get some chocolate covered crackers to […]Read More The Queen’s Laundry Inspector and High Seas Confessional…
Sometimes when you’re not looking or listening, the universe sneaks up and smacks you up alongside the head with a cosmic two by four. And then the realization occurs that you could have had a V8. Well no, not really a drink, but something that had been right in front of you all this time […]Read More My own private Earth Day.
As I would have done it. (chinamike) My one-man invasion of Ramea is complete. I had taken the island by storm (yeah, right!) and it is mine…on film at least. There were no hostages taken except my heart to these wonderful people. As I did do it. Sort of, but with a smile. I’ve learned […]Read More A thundering herd of…one?
Ah, the infamous kitchen parties with which I was to become intimately familiar and soon. Like now!? I meet Gerard over at Red’s, of course and where else?, and we go over to his house and have a beer before we head to the kitchen party and start to get serious about this. If there […]Read More Billy Joel, I ain’t. Not even Tiny Tim! Or “Uptown Girl” meets Miss Vicki and hilarity ensues.
It’s Sunday morning. I had my coffee, it’s just grey outside, too early for Red’s (do they open on Sunday?), too early for most things after a kitchen party. So I’m wandering around on a rather quiet morning and notice a small but steady stream of people walking towards something. To where? I’ll follow in […]Read More Losing my religion… not exactly.