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Michael Atkins

Will it be the violins or the oars?

It was greatly anticipated, widely commented on, had our attention for a few days, and then receded back into the ether as quickly as it arrived.

The speed of change is numbing

When I was 11 or 12 and living in Toronto I acquired a tiny crystal radio set which could keep me entertained for hours, mostly under the covers at night long after I was supposed to be asleep.

So who are we going to be now?

There is a term which more or less began with Karl Marx and his Communist Manifesto and went on to be popularized by Joseph Schumpeter, an Austrian-American economist of some renown.

Yes, we need a third-party financial manager

Unless you have been on holiday in the Himalayas without access to a cell phone, newspapers, computers, or television and radio signals, you have learned about the appalling living conditions in Attawapiskat.

I hope I’m as good at 75

I’m in Halifax. It is November 11th. The rain is pelting down from the aftermath of yet another tropical storm making its way up the coast.

Will the politics of Wall Street come north?

I think I’m part of the one per cent. You know the one per cent they are talking about on the streets of New York, London, Toronto, Rome, etc. I didn’t mean to be part of the one per cent.

A surprisingly competitive election in Ontario

I have no idea how many elections I’ve observed but it is fair to say in three score and a few years I’ve seen enough to fill a bread box. Sometimes you know exactly what is going to happen and you await the crowning with enthusiasm or despair.

Murdoch, corruption and the price of concentration

I happened to be in London, England a few weeks ago when the Murdoch scandal was just getting under way. It was quite fun to pick up a couple of newspapers each day at the Tube watching this thing play out.

Sometimes you just plain surprise yourself

If you know me, what follows would be the equivalent of me becoming a born again Christian.

The real wisdom of this political spring

As you read this, it is quite possible Stephen Harper is tucking himself into a nice big comfy loveseat in the corner at 24 Sussex Drive with an apple fritter and a double double savouring his hotly contested and hard-won majority government.