Another one bytes the dust
(paraphrased from Queen's hit of similar name)

2002 was for all intents and purposes a bust for me. Of course I'm certainly not the only executive refugee from the "dot bomb" era but sometimes it feels personal.

On the other hand there certainly have been some aspects of the year that I count as either a win, or at least not a complete waste of time. I've spent quite a bit of time working on my Media Levy Objection (see Media Levy) and this culminates shortly with my presentation before the Copyright Board in late January. If nothing else, this has blunted the possibility of my turning to road rage as so many others with a pile of life's frustrations seem to have done. Tilting at the windmills of Ottawa is almost as satisfying - and the fact that the CPCC is thrown in for good measure makes it even better - taxation without representation at its basest. Anybody want some tea?

Anyway, to those (few but increasing numbers) who visit and read my missives, welcome to the new year and hope you had a good celebration in whatever manner befit your style and upbringing.

March has brought war - and some interesting repercussions- an open letter to one American company in particular but to the American people in general.

June is the time for my "Summer Solstice" motorcycle ride - longest days of the year, longest ride of the year.

Hmmm... this tilting at windmills (windbags???) seems to be chronic. Now I'm shouting at local government (pseudo-government) about parking tax