Wednesday, July 1, 2026

Happy birthday, eh

It’s Canada Day—the Canadian national holiday, equivalent to our Independence Day—and it seems only right and proper to consider what good neighbors Canadians are—to us and the entire world. 

I could get silly and talk about Leslie Nielsen or one of my favorite TV shows of all time, Due South. But I’ve already done that.

And Canadians are way more than wacky comedians and upright Mounties in a cynical American city. They’re even more than mail-order pharmacies and refuges for cabernet-toting discontents fleeing whichever administration gets into office down here.

They are pretty much in every way the kind of neighbor you’d like to have on your street. They don’t throw loud parties, or park huge SUVs in their driveway, or toss their clapped-out washing machines in their weed-infested front yard.

They quietly go about their lives as conscientious citizens of the world, picking up the trash they find (and disposing of it responsibly) and pitching in whenever asked to help set the worst things to rights. They define the term “stand-up guys”.

Three things in particular I’m thinking about:

Teheran, 1979. In the midst of the chaos of the overthrow of the Shah, six American diplomats were given shelter in the Canadian embassy for 79 days, until they could be extracted by a joint Canadian-CIA mission. It was an act of both neighborly kindness and extreme courage for the Canadians to hide the Americans, especially at a time when it was clear that “diplomatic courtesies” didn’t rate high on the Iranian revolutionary priority list.

The Canadians risked personal safety and national policy to help out six Americans, who’d probably been trash-talking hockey teams right up until the embassy takeover. They didn’t hesitate and they didn’t flinch.

My second example of Canadian rectitude is Lt. Gen. Roméo A. Dallaire. Dallaire had just about the worst job of the 1990s: Force Commander of United Nations Assistance Mission Rwanda (UNAMIR), from 1993 to 1996. During the worst genocide of the second half of the 20th Century, Dallaire commanded forces without resources, with limited remit and  no backing from his political masters. I cannot believe the fortitude of a man who still managed to save thousands of the people under his care.

Although at a terrible, terrible cost. Washington Post reporter Ken Ringle told the story much better than I could, so I’ll let him do it. It was an impossible command, an impossible remit and an impossible expectation. But Dallaire took it on.

I can just picture most American generals after that posting—speaking engagements, management consulting, appearances on talk shows, joining a racist régime and presiding over the destruction of American values. Dallaire went back to Canada, where PTSD led him to a suicide attempt. His big public outing has been to testify at the International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda against Colonel Théoneste Bagosora, who was subsequently convicted of war crimes. He also advocated for children affected by war—something he’s an expert in.

Third, Canadians at every level have consistently shown their decency and humanity and neighborliness. On September 11th 2001, ordinary citizens of the small Newfoundland town of Gander opened their homes and their hearts to more than 7000 air passengers and crew whose planes had been diverted to their airport following the terrorist attacks in New York and Washington, D.C. They fed, housed and cared for the sojourners—as, frankly, they’ve done for more than 150 years.

Canada, after all, was the last stop on the Underground Railroad, where escaping slaves could find the guarantee of freedom and safety that wasn’t available to them in the United States.

In the musical world, Canada has given us Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell, Gordon Lightfoot, Sarah McLachlan. Imma let Justin Bieber, Celine Dion and Nickelback slide. Their writers include Margaret Atwood (whose The Handmaid’s Tale has taken on new elements of horror as it turned out to be more prescient than we though when she first published it), Michael Ondaatje, Louise Penny, Robertson Davies, Alice Munro.

The entertainment industry has been enriched by (for instance) directors Arthur Hiller, David Cronenberg, Atom Egoyan, Paul Haggis, Ivan Reitman; and actors Nathan Fillion, Nick Mancuso, Genviève Bujold, Dan Ackroyd, Anna Paquin, John Candy, Sandra Oh, Rick Moranis, Raymond Burr, Donald Sutherland, Jim Carrey, Graham Greene, Paul Gross… Canada is where American production companies go to film movies and TV shows that look like the States, but don’t cost like the States. Where would Star Trek: TOS be without William Shatner and James Doohan?

Also, I got two words for you: Tommy Chong.

I cannot express my admiration for the country that produced people like this. You don’t think of them a lot, because good neighbors don’t get in your face. But you’re always really, really glad they’re there.

Also—Canada will never, ever be the 51st state of the US.


©2026 Bas Bleu

 

Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Death from above

I’ve discovered a new torment of summer. Recently (meaning, in the last few months), when a mosquito bites me, it doesn’t produce just a small red spot of itching. This has happened twice in the last month alone.


No, it welts up and then spreads to a 2” x 4” patch of inflammation. When you touch the red area, it’s noticeably hotter than the surrounding skin.

Since my back yard is an epicenter of Aedes activity during the season, I’m just not looking forward to the next three months.

 

©2026 Bas Bleu

 

Monday, June 29, 2026

Gratitude Monday: a welcome return

With all the crappiness surrounding us these days—mostly man-made—I was filled with joy and gratitude to peek through the trees around the (man-made) ponds on the former corporate HQ campus and current construction site of absolutely hideous townhouses selling for $1.2M and discover my old friends the sacred lotus blooming.


Those ponds were completely drained a couple of years ago, and I was so worried about the flora and fauna that were part of their ecosystem. The snapping turtles were rescued and relocated somewhere; I haven’t seen the blue herons. But the lotus gives me hope.

A definite reason for gratitude.

 

©2026 Bas Bleu

 

Friday, June 26, 2026

Like flashy sparkles in the water

Given the whole saga of the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool—the graft that keeps on grifting; the $15M "improvement" job that lasted less than a tenth of a Scaramucci before it began to sprout algae bloom—I think the only possible earworm for today has to be “Bein’ Green”. And who else to sing it but the OG, Kermit the Frog.


©2026 Bas Bleu

 

Thursday, June 25, 2026

Lilies of the field

Do you need some Asiatic lilies? I expect you do.







You’re welcome.

 

©2026 Bas Bleu

Wednesday, June 24, 2026

Homeward bound

I’m guessing that one of the members of a neighboring household was away for a while. Really sweet to see this walkway o’ welcome for their return:


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Tuesday, June 23, 2026

It's the berries, mate

For years I’ve found the fruit you get in the local supermarkets tasteless. With the exception of apples, oranges, grapes and sometimes cherries, everything (especially stone fruit) has the consistency of concrete chunks, the juice of a tax form and the taste of cardboard.

This usually includes berries. Occasionally you can find blueberries that don’t feel and taste like little balls of paste. And since all strawberries now seem to come from Driscoll, they’re gigantic, hard replicas of berries with no fragrance or taste.

So this summer I signed up for a CSA from a farm in Pennsylvania. So far, I’ve had two deliveries, both of which included strawberries. (The first one also had peaches, which frankly were indistinguishable from what I could find at Wegman’s—if they don’t smell like peaches, they won’t taste like peaches. The second had a clamshell of cherry plums, which were mildly flavorful, but of course they journeyed from South Carolina to Pennsylvania and then to the People’s Republic. The CSA farm did notify customers that it’s been a rocky year for fruit and they’d be supplementing their supplies with items from elsewhere.)

Those strawberries, though—they were the absolute berries (if I may be so bold.) Small, intensely flavored, richly crimson. They absolutely exploded with flavor. The first time in years I haven’t had to sprinkle sugar on a bowl to entice any taste out of them.

See what I mean?



Just a tiny slurp of Cointreau to macerate these babies:


©2026 Bas Bleu

 

Monday, June 22, 2026

Gratitude Monday: the scent of summer

We had three gardenia bushes in the house where I grew up in Southern California. We also had no air conditioning, so on summer nights my bedroom windows were open. Even though I was at the front of the house, I could still catch the scent of the gardenias. It was heavenly.

About seven or eight years ago, I bought a little gardenia shrub and planted it in a pot in my back yard. It’s not an ideal situation for it—that area gets only scattered bouts of direct sun seven months out of the year, due to all the trees around me. But that little trouper has hung on, even though it took a bit of a hit during the snowcrete days we had earlier this year.

Although it doesn’t give me weeks of scented evenings, I’m still grateful for the flowers it produces for me. Gardenias mean summer to me.


©2026 Bas Bleu

 

Friday, June 19, 2026

I feel like freedom

Juneteenth has been a federal holiday since 2021; forward-thinking organizations began marking it in the wake of the murder of George Floyd by Minneapolis cops. One, Derek Chauvin, shoved his knee to Floyd’s throat for nearly 10 minutes, while his colleagues watched.

(Chauvin was subsequently tried for the murder—after considerable shenanigans by the Minneapolis police department and massive nationwide protests. He’s currently serving his sentence of 22.5 years. Even SCOTUS denied his appeal. However, last week Minneapolis Republicans observed a “moment of silence” for him at their state convention. He could still get a pardon or commutation via pressure from the White House, just as Colorado governor Jared Polis pardoned Tina Peters. Justice, man…)

If you’re unclear about Juneteenth, it commemorates the day in 1865 when news arrived in Galveston with Union troops that the end of the War Between the States meant emancipation for slaves across the country. The Emancipation Proclamation, which the victory at Antietam in September of 1862 made possible, outlawed slavery in all territories then in rebellion against the United States. However, as you might imagine, the Confederates basically said, “Yeah, and?” and got on with their slaving business for another two years. Two months after the surrender of the Army of Northern Virginia at Appomattox Court House, the “and” question was answered in Texas.

We all know that we have yet to fulfill the promise of emancipation; for that matter, we have yet to fulfill the ideals of a more perfect union, equal justice, domestic tranquility, general welfare and the blessings of liberty. But Juneteenth reminds us that, even when we can’t see the full arc of the moral universe, we feel it in our consciences and we are obligated to do our part to ensure that it bends toward justice.

For that reason, Republicans up and down the spectrum are grumbling and scuffing their toes in the dirt (as they do on Martin Luther King, Jr. Day), pissed off at the reminder that they actually lost that war and that the Thirteenth, Fourteenth and Fifteenth Amendments to the Constitution exist. (Even if SCOTUS can’t seem to find them.)

However, those of us with a working conscience and a moral compass that isn’t permanently stuck on terror-fueled racism can take a few moments today to consider how emancipation enriches everyone, because humanity is not actually a zero-sum game.

In honor of Juneteenth, here’s musical prodigy Jon Batiste performing “Freedom”. Both your eyes as well as your ears are in for a treat. 


©2026 Bas Bleu

 

Thursday, June 18, 2026

Family issues

I have to say that I don’t normally pay any attention to the notifications I get from Paris Baguette. I just scan the app to accumulate points whenever I go in for a latte and then redeem the points when they are enough to get something free.

But this one kind of surprised me a couple of weeks ago:

Yes, I suppose that some percentage of people might not be celebrating Father’s Day, for any number of reasons. So, okay.

But I don’t recall a similar notification for Mother’s Day last month, when I’d imagine there are at least as many people who ditto.

Maybe I just didn’t notice it.

 

©2026 Bas Bleu