telecom, technology and the occasional floobergeist

I’ve got an abundance of bits and pieces of canadian telecom and internet experience, and I am thrilled to be in a place in time when all is changing, technology is developing, and the status quo is being disrupted. 

Floobergeist is a word that is beginning to defy definition.  The more I roll that smooth pebble around, the more it becomes to mean. Floobergeist started out as the magic dust that turns dreams into ideas.  And then it began to encompass the zing that happens when you have conversations about those ideas. And now, it’s the whole evolution from dream to conversation, with each step improving the later and the former along the way.

Everyone aspires to good conversations. They can lead you to adventures you’ve never imagined, and to people you can twig with.

Let’s have a good conversation…


WBL – From One Angle – June 3, 1972.

Sometime this summer we’ll spend a few days at our cottage at Inverhuron, which is located on Lake Huron - half way between Kincardine and Port Elgin. And one of the first things we’ll do is check on the sand dunes.   These strange, moving hills of pure sand have been landmarks at this beach for perhaps a hundred years. There are other Ontario areas pos­sessing dunes – Prince Edward County. for instance – where the na­tives are watching carefully while a cement company strips a sixteen-acre area of sand  for its operation   The Inverhuron dunes, 45 years ago, covered an area of, we would guess, scores of acres. The dunes have been reduced by the influx of cottagers un­til today the area is reduced to a fraction.    During our early days at this beach, there were several abandoned yellow brick homes back a quarter of a mile or so from the shore that were being buried by the wind-blown sand or had been transformed into small sunken fortresses, dry – moats around them fashioned by the winds engaged in a careful but directional caprice. There were large sectors which if you were able to ignore the presence of bordering spruce and cedar woods, could be likened to small Saharas; but the “camels” were ranging dogs and the “Bedouin” were usually small boys venturing, burned and hot, a­cross the scorching sands. Some of the dunes were fifteen or more feet thick; dune slopes gracefully smooth, carved as ingeniously as a Henry Moore sculpture.

Provided by Frank Leslie - Feb 6 2015