child’s play

As I have done every year since their incredible inception, I just made a donation to Child’s Play, and as I have felt every year since their incredible inception I am proud to be associated with it. It’s nice to be able to give to Sick Kids, because my lovely wife works there, and a friend of mine has been instrumental in getting the hospital all hooked up with the CP crew, but more than that it’s just nice to be able to give to sick kids. (I am not commenting on my friend’s loveliness in any way, because more than seven years of marriage and almost thirty years of learning things the hard way have taught me to recognize some of the sorts of things that have no winning condition associated with them.)

I’m not telling you what to do here, but I think your options are pretty clear at this point.

sobering

Two entirely unrelated things that I encountered today, both of which will stay in my head for a fair while:

I always knew that form could trump function to the detriment of value, but, as someone with verbal chops that I will immodestly describe as “above the norm”, I found this article about the perils of glibness to be quite compelling. (I suspect there is also peril to be found in long sentences, but what’s life without a little danger?)

On CBC this morning, I heard an interview with the first person to donate part of his liver to a stranger in Canada. The most affecting part of the interview was probably the passage that begins at about 7:20 in, with this from Mr. Gosling:

What separates me from the other people that don’t do this? The same thing, I suppose, that separates me from others who do much more.

Andy and the bio-ethicist from TGH weren’t the only ones tearing up during that segment, I have to confess.