If they had a "guy least likely to be writing a blog" contest, I'd be a leading candidate to win.
I'd better confess right off the bat that the whole idea of a doing a blog is a bit of an anathema to me. Journalists of my generation (I'm 56) were taught to keep their personal opinions to themselves when I graduated from J-school (University of Western Ontario in 1971). The only place you expressed your own viewpoint was in columns and editorials.
Old habits die hard and the idea of doing a running commentary on the world we know as Mississauga is frankly unsettling in many ways. It always seems presumptuous to me that journalists, simply by dint of their front-row seat at the news table, think that their opinions somehow count more than those who observe from a greater distance. As a consumer of news, I find the explosion of point-of-view reporting I see everywhere on-line and in newspapers irritating at best, and insulting at worst. I often find myself wanting to yell at the television or the computer, 'Don't interpret the news for me please, just tell me the facts. I am perfectly capable of forming my own opinion.'
And yet, in the right context, I just love to hear others' takes on the world: on the new Scorcese doc on Dylan; on the latest Burgundies at Vintages (even though I can't afford them) and on how the unflappable Josh (Baby Face) Towers got to be the Jays' best pitcher (while Doc is in the infirmary).
You see, the self-indulgence starts already.
One other thing that disqualifies me from blogging: I don't do rant well. It's undoubtedly the training. All that stuff about providing the other side of the story, ensuring balance and maintaining objectivity. I'm old school and I'm not sure old school belongs on the Net. I had to be shown how to find blogs and, someday soon, I'll get around to reading some.
In the meantime - you out there staring at the screen in amazement - would you mind running upstairs and getting your Mother and Father? Now let's see how this works.....