The site has been down, owing to server overload. Some of that is the
traffic generated since the four pieces I posted yesterday, but most of it has
nothing to do with this site but with another dealing with UFOs and
nuclear weapons.
My webmaster suggests that as a way of increasing traffic, and I guess it would be.
In the meantime, knowing the content my visitors -- from 50
countries, 33% from the U.S., 21% from Canada, and all you others from across the planet -- and I are
interested in, he is looking into an alternative server.
There have also been issues for those of you registering on my site
and wishing to comment on the posts. More to follow on that.
In the meantime, you can still, if you wish, comment on Facebook, on LinkedIn, and on Twitter @lindaleith.
I apologize for the disruption and thank you for your patience.
Linda Leith
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“There's a lot more to come,” says Lady G, “a lot more good things to come. Just like anything else, you can have good and bad. The bad is going to get lost somewhere. The good is going to prevail. Because good is always over evil. It's just one of those things. Every day you have a new artist from the reggae or the dance hall fraternity. It can never stop. Music will surely live on.”
I had read Andrew Lang’s collections of fairy tales as a child and later as an adult. In university I also read David Hume’s philosophy, which provided a pathway out of dingles and a ladder out of wells of wishful thinking. Through fantasy or fact, the geography of dramatic basalt rock formations, covered in green, obviously came into being through the forces of eons for the sole purpose of providing dancing venues under moonlight and feeding our insatiable need for stories.
This excerpt from H. Nigel Thomas's essay on Afro-Caribbean immigrant existence in Toronto was originally published in Confluences 2: Essays on the New Canadian Literature, edited by Nurjehan Aziz. It appears on Salon .ll. by kind permission of Mawenzi House.
