Feed is running an article analyzing Gore’s speech the other night. It’s a thoughtful, almost tender assessment of the speech and of Gore’s prospects.
Archives for December 2000
There was more on the privacy front
in Canada today. Jen Ditchburn (who I knew when she lived here in Montreal) reports that the privacy of personal data is to become a right that will be protected by law. The new law will apply pretty broadly too, it seems. Good news.
An interesting decision
today from the Canadian Supreme Court. It didn’t work to the favour of the people who had been acquitted of their charges, but today the Court clarified wiretap rules to be used in Canada. Judge LeBel said:
Wiretapping is highly intrusive and a judge should protect citizens against unwanted fishing expeditions by the state,” he said.
Police applying for such authority must show in documents they submit to the authorizing judge that “there is no other reasonable alternative method of investigation” under the circumstances.
Doh!
I got an email with the Neiman Marcus cookie story in it today! I can’t believe it’s almost 2001 and that old saw is still kicking around.
It’s only noon but
it has already been a very odd day. I woke up late to find that there had been another snowstorm – another 10 cm or so. Not a big deal really – but I made a quick decision to stay home and work in the comfort of my own office rather that driving to work. So – espresso at the ready, radio on, I fired up Eudora and started to see if anything pressing had come into my work account overnight. And poof – the power went off. So I went to the front of my house to check it out… and there are firefighters everywhere, at least a dozen of them if not more. It seems there was a gas leak across the street.
So I started to get dressed, folded some laundry – I figured if I needed to do anything they’d knock on my door. Finally I just said “OK, I may as well just go to work” as the smell of gas started to permeate my house. But still no word from the fire dep’t. I put on my coat, grabbed my wallet and phone etc. and stepped out the front door.
“Hey! Qu’est-ce que tu fais la?” They’d evacuated the whole block – and thought I was going in, not leaving. “Non non, I’m leaving, not returning. No one knocked on my door!”
So, feeling quite happy not to have blown up, and having called my insurance agent to make sure I’m paid up (just in case), I’m sitting here in the office now wondering how soon I can get home to dig out my car and make sure I don’t get towed.
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