Think about your local food, local crafts, local services.
I have a major pet peeve.
Globalization brings us automated checkouts, which benefit the shareholders in distant lands but not our local economy.
Localization brings us a human being who checks out our goods, shops at local stores, supports local charities, and is our neighbor. I have had arguments with staff at checkouts at Canadan Tire, Home Depot and London Drugs who try to tell me the automated checkouts somehow increase jobs.
It’s a corporate lie.
We do not have to allow it to happen.
I never use the automated tellers and if they take away the human-operated checkouts, I will take my trade elsewhere.
I set out to sketch the children who had been mowed down by an industrial-quality killing machine at Sandy Hook elementary in Newtown, Connecticut. When I looked into each of the faces I was brought almost to tears. These were the faces of innocence personified. They were children, young children. What killed them was a rifle and the people who profit by promoting its sales, its maintenance and its supply of ammunition. The solution isn’t armed guards with assault rifles but fewer assault rifles. Those children didn’t need to die and others need not die in similar shootings. This image is what I came up with after thinking about the assault rifle, sketching it and its ammunition. The quotation is from Quentin Tarrantino’s film, it fits.
Awoke this morning to find my morning paper emblazoned with a hockey headline. I hate hockey fans and I despise the game that the NHL promotes (there are far better ways of playing the game than the way it is currently practiced). The headline was so large you would have thought the treaty with Japan had just been signed. It was just a bunch of hockey millionaires dividing up television and ticket revenues, for pete’s sake! Yeah, my quotation isn’t entirely correct, she says “I was so happy” instead of “I’m so happy.” So what! It was my paper and it was a lousy paper.