CYNICS AND SCEPTICS ARE TWINNING

CYNICS AND SCEPTICS ARE TWINNING

Like every­one else I know in the tribe of work­ing jour­nal­ists, I think being scep­ti­cal is a use­ful, if not indis­pens­able tool of the trade, and tend to dis­pute being a cyn­ic. But I’m begin­ning to think both jour­nal­ists and news con­sumers have rea­son and need to embrace the two philosophies.Read the rest

A SEASON OF LESSONS

A SEASON OF LESSONS

Autumn this year isn’t exact­ly what the poet John Keats described as : “Sea­son of mists and mel­low fruitfulness,/Close bosom-friend of the matur­ing sun . . “. But it does, I think, pro­vide a good metaphor for look­ing at the world in what one glob­al affairs writer char­ac­terised as “the most dan­ger­ous peri­od inter­na­tion­al­ly since the end of the Cold War.”.Read the rest

A REQUEST FROM MY PERCH

A REQUEST FROM MY PERCH

In keep­ing with web­site’s claim of “Wel­come to an Atyp­i­cal Per­spec­tive”, I’m request­ing a favour from  readers.
Lar­ry Doyle, a friend, for­mer col­league and avid “Perch” read­er is a mem­ber of a dis­cus­sion group that encom­pass­es the spec­trum of Amer­i­can polit­i­cal opin­ions, per­sua­sions and arguments.
He’s seek­ing insight from “perch” read­ers out­side the U.S.Read the rest

WHERE CLIMATE IS KING

WHERE CLIMATE IS KING

As I write this, I’m look­ing out across a (thank­ful­ly) gen­tly rolling gray expanse of the North Atlantic. It’s strange to see an unbro­ken hori­zon after a week of cruis­ing among the ice­bergs and daunt­ing cliffs of  islands in the Cana­di­an High Arctic.Read the rest

THE SPLENDOUR OF AN UNFORGIVING LAND

THE SPLENDOUR OF AN UNFORGIVING LAND

“Green­land is Nature’s reminder of its utter indif­fer­ence to humankind”. I have no idea of who said that, but a week of cruis­ing and vis­it­ing small vil­lages along a coast­line that tru­ly mer­its the much over­worked adjec­tive “awe­some” has giv­en me rea­son to cel­e­brate it.Read the rest

WHAT’S WORTH WHAT

WHAT’S WORTH WHAT

A few days ago, I point­ed my kayak into a gust­ing north wind kick­ing up a lot of chop. I can’t put a dol­lar sign on what the effort was worth to me, which makes me won­der how mon­e­tary val­ues are assigned to things with no quan­tifi­able or prac­ti­cal value.Read the rest