Ed Bilodeau

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# Notice (Oct 19/05): So ends my stay here on Blogger. This morning Google implemented an anti-spam 'feature' that forces me to answer a challenge phrase when I want to post to my own blog. No notice of the change, nothing. Worse is that it doesn't even work! I type the phrase, submit, "An error occured", post deleted. Damn you, Google. Chances are I will revive my blog somewhere else, sometime soon. I'll post the new coordinates here as soon as they become available. (BTW, I'm unable to post anything to my RSS stream, so I'd appreciate it if readers could spread the word and ask people to take a look at this notice)

Update (Oct 19/05, ~noon): After a frustrating few hours (and not just trying out alternatives to Blogger), I've decided that this is a good time to take a break from all this. A day? A week? Who knows. But I need to step away from it before I pass a heavy magnet over the whole mess.

Update 2: According to this post, the reason I'm seeing the CAPTCHA (challenge phrase) is that Blogger has classified my blog as spam. Thanks. User for five years and now I'm spam. I searched the Blogger site, but there is no mention of how to get the spam flag turned off. There is also no way of contacting anyone at Blogger. Wow. Spam they say I am, so spam I must be. Maybe it is time to take a break.

Monday, September 05, 2005

I miss Peter Gzowski.

I'm thought of him this morning, Labour Day morning, the day that traditionally Gzowski returned to the microphone after the (too) long summer absence. It was the event that, for me, marked the end of summer, the beginning of Fall and all that is good.

Morningside was, and remains, probably be best radio I have ever experienced. I started listening probably in the late 80's - early 90's, and was hooked. It was entertaining, motivating, and (usually) wonderful to listen to.

On Labour day, I made a special point of savouring the return of Gzowski. Ideally, I'd grab my walkman and go for a walk on the mountain, where I'd find a bend and drink tea from a Styrofoam cup, listening to the flourish of notes and Gzowski's familiar voice. It was like wrapping myself in a warm blanket.

Like most people, I took Morningside, and Gzowski, for granted. I miss them both dearly.