Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Vancouver Sun on cycling

Cycling: Beware the door prize. This part really jumped out at me (emphasis added):
Vancouver has about 170 kilometres of designated bicycle network -- roads that cars must share with bicycle traffic. Most outlying municipalities do not have such networks.
Please correct me if I am wrong, but I thought that bicycles were permitted on all city streets? And therefore all city streets are shared by all road users? There is nothing special about the designated bicycle network in this regard. The real differences between a designated bicycle street and other residential streets are the traffic calming and the cyclist-activated traffic lights at busy cross-streets.

So I'm not really sure what the author (Randy Shore) is getting at when he says that the designated bicycle streets in Vancouver are distinguished by the fact that cars must share them with bicycles. It's likely that he is not getting at anything in particular. This is probably just another example of ambiguous and imprecise language in a newspaper. Not exactly surprising or shocking.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

CBC Radio 2 Format Change

It's the end of the world!!!
I thought maybe Radio 2 Morning would be tuned to the quiet morning but most of the music had a beat (unnecessary), vocal and was not peaceful enough to drink my morning coffee quietly.
I hate music that has a beat, too.
Re the new Tom Allen show: thanks but no thanks. Not morning music by any stretch of the imagination. Of course, classical music is the only morning music.
Unless it has a beat.
So, here's me looking forward to my classical music and what do I hear ? Someone called Billy Brag with a guitar, then horror of horrors, some old French guy singing something from an old '60's movie , like "The Party", or an early Pink Panther ?
Oh my God, Billy Bragg?! CBC really has joined the unwashed masses. I mean, you can't turn on a commercial rock/pop station without hearing Billy Bragg. Also: the only acceptable guitar is one with nylon strings.
My inner voice ranting at the new show hit its peak with Dylan's Like a Rolling Stone although the CD, mercifully, skipped
Dylan. Get a haircut, hippy!