I wonder what you call a group of people that are all involved in do-it-yourself home renovations. A “box” of renovators, a “lift” of renovators, a “bundle”, a “wall”, a “nail”, a “pit”?

In any case there is a site where, 878 members so far, with over 18,000 individual blog entries from do it yourself renovators have gathered. It is at HouseBlogs.net http://houseblogs.net/ Of the hundreds of members, 20 in Canada, there are two from Nova Scotia The Bookyeti and his house called “Pemberley “, then there is the King of Kentville and the “Kentville Money Pit“. A quick search turned up 5 people renovating cape cods.

I think it is a great site, if you have the time read the posts, maybe one of the members may have some answers for you. However, for the most part I think it is a communal gathering and more liking to a 12 step group for people that should never have opened the renovation door.

One interesting thing I noticed, of the blogs I looked at I don’t think any one of them has finished their renovation!

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…Halifax – NDP MLA Bill Estabrooks wants Nova Scotians to know that people from around the world are buying up islands off the coast of Nova Scotia on the Internet, which limits public use and endangers fish and wildlife habitats.
…”Just look at the development that’s taken place on some of the Mahone Bay islands over the last number of years to see what lies ahead if this government inaction is allowed to continue.”
In a posting on Halifaxlive.com yesterday, it seems the NDP are hot after setting or curtailing foreign island ownership.

Estabrooks says, “Intervention is long overdue. When these islands are sold to private owners, they are no longer accessible by local residents or visitors to our province. It also threatens valuable wildlife habitats”. Possibly Estabrooks should check out just who owns the islands that are for sale. I believe he will find that almost all of the islands that are on the market are already owned by foreign individuals or held in companies registered in Canada and owned by outsiders. Estabrooks should have his researches check the present ownership, he will be quite surprised to find that foreign ownership has been around for quite awhile.

While I am not pro-development. I am not against private ownership, be it foreign or otherwise. Estabrooks, has a point that what had been assumed by many people to be public islands seem to be suddenly swept away from the public realm and the use becomes prohibited. Well, the same thing happens on the mainland too. I don’t think Estabrooks wants people wondering over his private property either.

The new private ownership of islands also brings stewardship. Many of our islands are failing badly. High erosion rates, sick trees, many deadfalls etc. New private ownership in most cases means better care. Many present owners of islands that have owned them for years are not taking care of them. The “New” owners have pride of ownership and are stewarding the islands quite well. Yes, they are prohibiting access, but that is their business.

I am not pro-subdivision of private islands. I believe the highest and best use is single ownership. Single ownership has a high cost to the owner, but it keeps the integrity of the island. Yes, there may be tree clearing and dwellings erected, but in the cases I have witnessed, the quality of work and planning has been second to none. No to mention the employment it brings. In may case the owners are looking for fine trades people, masons with old school abilities to build natural rock walls and fireplaces and carpenters with fine woodworking skills. They build natural erosion control systems and in some cases even additional ponds and wetlands are expanded to keep the wildlife in balance.

If Estabrooks is concerned about foreign ownership. Lets look at the big picture. Foreign ownership of all of Nova Scotia. In my next posting I will try and bring to light how foreign ownership of our province is shaping up.

Full press release.

Estabrooks: NS Needs To Intervene In Island Real Estate “Free For All”

By NDP Caucus News Release
Jul 29, 2005, 11:04

Halifax – NDP MLA Bill Estabrooks wants Nova Scotians to know that people from around the world are buying up islands off the coast of Nova Scotia on the Internet, which limits public use and endangers fish and wildlife habitats.

“It’s a free for all. Right now, there are 23 island properties for private sale on the two websites I’ve found. If the government isn’t concerned, they should be.”

“Intervention is long overdue. When these islands are sold to private owners, they are no longer accessible by local residents or visitors to our province. It also threatens valuable wildlife habitats.”

“Just look at the development that’s taken place on some of the Mahone Bay islands over the last number of years to see what lies ahead if this government inaction is allowed to continue.”

Private Islands Online* and Vladi Private Islands** are two sites currently listing number of Nova Scotia islands for sale.

Real estate listings for Nova Scotia islands are often described using historical names with obscured geographical details that make them difficult to locate on detailed maps.

“Before we lose more of these gems, there has to be some consideration of how the buyer intends to use the island. Are they going to put a helicopter pad on it? We don’t know.”

*Private Islands Online: http://www.privateislandsonline.com/novascotia.htm
**Vladi Private Islands: http://www.vladi-private-islands.de/sales_islands/sites/3a_map.html

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Vancouver, British Columbia
WHENEVER I THINK OF CANADA . . . strike that. I’m an American, therefore I tend not to think of Canada. On the rare occasion when I have considered the country that Fleet Streeters call “The Great White Waste of Time,” I’ve regarded it, as most Americans do, as North America’s attic, a mildewy recess that adds little value to the house, but serves as an excellent dead space for stashing Nazi war criminals, drawing-room socialists, and hockey goons.

Henry David Thoreau nicely summed up Americans’ indifference toward our country’s little buddy when he wrote, “I fear that I have not got much to say about Canada. . . . What I got by going to Canada was a cold.” For the most part, Canadians occupy little disk space on our collective hard drive. Not for nothing did MTV have a game show that made contestants identify washed-up celebrities under the category “Dead or Canadian?”

If we have bothered forming opinions at all about Canadians, they’ve tended toward easy-pickings: that they are a docile, Zamboni-driving people who subsist on seal casserole and Molson. Their hobbies include wearing flannel, obsessing over American hegemony, exporting deadly Mad Cow disease and even deadlier Gordon Lightfoot and Nickelback albums. You can tell a lot about a nation’s mediocrity index by learning that they invented synchronized swimming. Even more, by the fact that they’re proud of it.

But ever since George W. Bush’s reelection, news accounts have been rolling in that disillusioned Americans are running for the border in protest. This prompts the thought that it may be time to stop treating Our Canadian Problem with such cavalier disregard. In fact, largely as a result of Bush and his foreign policy, what was once a polite rivalry has become a poisoned well of hurt feelings and recriminations.

These days, Canadian publications are chockablock with surveys showing that Canadians see themselves as something akin to a superior race. The prime ministers of what was once a reliable ally that ponied up in times of war have treated us like traffic-light squeegee-men when we’ve stopped at their corner, asking for assistance with our latest military adventure. They have spurned our missile-defense shield out of spite, even knowing it would save their Canadian bacon. Their legislators have publicly called us “bastards” and stomped on our president in effigy. Their citizens have booed our children at peewee hockey games.

Being bloodthirsty Americans, we have naturally fired a few warning volleys in lieu of slapping them with a restraining order. A few years ago, my friend Jonah Goldberg from National Review wrote a piece elegantly titled “Bomb Canada,” encouraging us to smack Soviet Canuckistan, as Pat Buchanan calls it, “out of its shame-spiral” since “that’s what big brothers do.” Canadians responded as Canadians always will when faced with overt aggression. They wrote inordinate numbers of letters of concern, exercising what Canadian writer Douglas Coupland calls their “almost universal editorial-page need to make disapproving clucks.”

Equal outrage was caused when Conan O’Brien showed up to help boost tourism after the SARS crisis. Along for the ride came a Conan staple, Triumph the Insult Comic Dog, who in dog-on-the-street interviews relentlessly mocked French Canadians. When one pudgy Quebecer admitted he was a separatist, Triumph suggested he might want to “separate himself from doughnuts for a while.”

Canadians seethed, though polls show they pride themselves on being much funnier than Americans (don’t ask me why, when they’re responsible for Dan Aykroyd, John Candy, and Alan Thicke). One MP from the socialist New Democratic party called the show “vile and vicious,” and said it was tantamount to hatemongering. Historians believe this to be the first time a member of parliament has so categorically denounced a hand puppet.

WITH THE REELECTION OF BUSH, however, this poor man’s Cold War may be swinging Canada’s way. Trend-spotters on both sides of the 49th Parallel have taken note of “the Bush refugee,” the American progressive who has decided to flee to Canada after growing heartsick at the soul-crushing death knell of liberalism that pundits declared after the president’s two-point victory.

A cottage industry was born. Anti-American/pro-Canadian blogs proliferated, as blogs unfortunately do. Websites like canadianalternative.com are open for business, trying to entice emotionally vulnerable Americans to turn their backs on family, friends, and country with boasts that Canada has signed the Kyoto protocol, legalized gay marriage in six provinces, and seen its Senate recommend legalizing marijuana. Vancouver immigration lawyer Rudi Kischer took a whole team, complete with realtors and money-managers, to recruit in American cities, helping potential defectors overcome immigration concerns, such as how to pass Canada’s elitist skilled-worker test for entry (Give us your affluent, your overeducated, your Unitarian masses yearning for socialized medicine).

Dejected Americans, most of whom already live in progressive enclaves, began sounding off to reporters, vowing to check out of the Red-American wasteland before true misfortune befell them. In footage of a Kischer seminar in San Francisco that I obtained from a Canadian documentary film crew (working title of the piece: “Escaping America”), one attendee who looked like a lost Gabor sister but with more plastic surgery said, “I really can’t stand George Bush. I can’t stand this culture, which is very selfish, aggressive, and mean, violent I think.” After going to Canada for just a half an hour from Buffalo, she concluded, “It was like a completely different country. . . . The people seemed more internationally aware, not so isolated and unilateral. There was less evidence of commercialism and corporations. People were friendly.”

IT SOUNDED LIKE such an idyllic Rainbowland that I had to see it for myself. So I flew to Vancouver in late January to get a closer look and to meet up with several already-arrived and soon-to-be American expatriates. Taking a day or so to get acclimated, I threw myself into this unspoiled Eden by going to the multinational Virgin megastore to purchase some Joni Mitchell and Leonard Cohen CDs (buy Canadian!). I also looked for Canada’s greatest (only?) contribution to world cuisine, Tim Hortons donuts, which is owned by the American fast-food behemoth Wendy’s.

With nothing but a Lonely Planet map and a thirst for knowledge, I sought out Vancouver’s landmarks—the Gastown clock, which lets out steam and whistle-toots every 15 minutes, Brandi’s Exotic Nightclub, where Ben Affleck fraternizes with strippers when in town, and the Amsterdam Café, where potheads openly smoke the potent BC bud, taunting tobacco users, who are confined to a glass cage like common criminals. (The tokers snack on “jones soda” and “chronic candy” and other foodstuffs so cutely named it could make even the most maniacal libertarian cheer for mandatory minimums.)

To see Canadian progressivism in action, though, I trekked down to the East Side, Vancouver’s Compton, where the storefront Supervised Injection Site caters to junkies on the government teat. With the surrounding streets hosting an open-air drug market, the Site was conceived as a way to rid the neighborhood of discarded drug paraphernalia and promote “safe” drug-taking practices. In typical Canadian fashion, it’s a long way around the barn to get rid of litter.

If the Site has in fact encouraged addicts to do their drugs off the streets, they still buy them right outside. To reach the place, I have to pass through a herd of about 100 junkies over a four-block radius. They offer to sell me all manner of substances my company won’t let me expense. When I make it inside the Site, along with several itchy, twitchy customers in search of free cookers and needles and a clean booth to shoot themselves silly, an attendant tells me that unless I’m there to take drugs, I can’t stay without a media relations escort. “What we do here is important, so we try to keep a low profile,” he says, perhaps oblivious to the hypodermic needle that’s embossed on the door.

The staffers aren’t rude, however, and retrieve for me a helpful government brochure called “The Safer Fix” that has made me something of an expert on the proper way to tie off. Though it’s a bit mind-blowing to a law-and-order American, this is actually pretty small beer, compared with a new Canadian government-funded study called the North American Opiate Medication Initiative. While the Supervised Injection Site is strictly a bring-your-own-smack affair, the new experiment will study the effects of giving half of the drug-addicted research subjects heroin, while the other half get methadone. As a female attendant describes it to me, we agree that it must really suck for the methadoners. But for the other side? “Dude!” she says, stating the obvious, “free drugs for a year!”

RUDI KISCHER, the immigration lawyer who went trolling for clients south of the border, has probably done more than any single person besides George Bush to induce Americans to become former Americans. At the top of a high-rise building overlooking Coal Harbor, where seaplanes land in steady succession, Kischer invites me into his office. He is tall, with the bland good looks of a soap-opera extra. By way of an ice-breaker, I tell him I flunked the skilled-worker test, and so became a journalist. He says not to worry. Up until a few years ago, lawyers were completely banned from immigrating, the first fact I’ve heard that recommends his country.

While numbers are hard to come by, it is generally thought that some thousands of Americans are poised to change countries, making them the largest influx Canada has seen since our draft dodgers came this way during Vietnam—much less since Brit-loving Loyalists were shown the door to what was then New France by American revolutionaries. Whether or not this is true, Kischer has plenty of horror stories from interested clients: concerned parents who are moving so their children won’t be drafted into Bush’s war machine, the rich guy who lives on a yacht and would rather pay exorbitant Canadian taxes than bear the shame of flashing his imperialist American passport when sailing into foreign ports.

I tell Kischer it’s a bit much to swallow that so many Americans are being persecuted for disagreeing with the president, since we live in what most regard as a fly-your-freak-flag country. Take me. I wasn’t keen on the war in Iraq, and I work in the belly of the neocon beast that gets partial credit for hatching it, yet I’ve never felt a lick of persecution for offering dissent. Kischer studied briefly at Duke (former basketball great Danny Ferry was in his poli-sci class, he says excitedly), so when I ask him if he ever felt oppressed in America, he laughs as if I’ve asked a ridiculous question. Of course not, he says, “but it depends on personality types, too. I’m a lawyer, so I’ve had worse things said to me by better people, right?”

When in America, he blended seamlessly, he says, with everyone else who shops at the same khaki-shorts store. People didn’t really suspect he was Canadian, since Canada’s not on the radar. “I read one article about Canada in four months,” he adds. “It said the socialists are about to take over the government. From the American viewpoint, maybe they already have.” Kischer voices a typical concern. Canadians are traditionally so insecure about the lack of attention we pay them that their government has even paid American universities $300,000 to study them. One of the foremost Canadian Studies programs in the country is at Duke. A professor in the program has said, “We’re the most important university to make a serious effort to study Canada. That’s like being the best hockey team in Zimbabwe.”

MY FIRST INTERVIEW with an American comes not in Canada, but in Bellingham, Washington, about 90 minutes from Vancouver. I drive south and clear the Peace Arch border faster than I could a McDonald’s drive-thru line (note to Homeland Security), and meet up with Christopher Key in his middle-class rambler with a for-sale sign in the yard. Key is still a patriot, but he hopes to soon be an expatriate. He’s descended from “Star Spangled Banner”-writer Francis Scott Key, who he admits “wasn’t much of a poet.”

He has become a minor celebrity of sorts, profiled by everyone from the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation to the New York Times (whose reporter flies in the day after me). The silver-haired Key looks like a Chamber of Commerce burgher. He likes to point out he’s not some stereotypical longhair, having just left his editor’s gig at a failing business magazine. He’s had several other career incarnations too: everything from art gallery owner to charter-boat skipper.

But Key’s weirdest job was in the military, when he served in Vietnam. “They called it ‘press liaison,’ I think, but I was a news censor,” he says. As a wet-behind-the-ears 19-year-old, he was supposed to tell media bigshots like Ed Bradley what they could and could not cover. They all ignored him. “My take,” he says, “is that while I had an odious job, I managed to do it very poorly.”

Key caught shrapnel on one mission, and later was ambushed in the central highlands. While running to his truck, he felt a stitch in his side. The wound took out a good bit of his right kidney, and served as his ticket home.

Though Key wasn’t bullish on the war when he was drafted, he never thought of fleeing to Canada to beat it. He comes from a long military line, and running isn’t what his family does. But since Bush was elected in 2000, he says he’s watched the country go into a tailspin, becoming less tolerant, more mean-spirited, more judgmental. In the past, Key waited out Nixon and Reagan. “I voted for Dukakis,” he says. “I’m used to losing.” But the war in Iraq pushed him closer to the edge, and at about 3 a.m. the day after the election, he made his decision to eject. “All the voices of moderation-Colin Powell-were going to be replaced by yes-people like Condoleezza Rice. It’s going to get worse.”

He says that when satellite trucks first started showing up in his driveway, the neighbors were atwitter. He loves his neighbors, a healthy mix of Republicans and Democrats. They regularly get together for barbecues, and come see him perform in community theater. As a Universal Life Church minister-he secured his ordination certificate off the Internet for 25 bucks-he’s performed their weddings and funerals. But they couldn’t talk him into staying, even though his adult daughter lives next door with her family, and her former twin sister, now her twin brother, lives in Seattle. How could he stay in a place that would frown on his performing the wedding of his own daughter/son?

“Come again?” I ask.

“This gets confusing,” he apologizes. His second daughter, Bonnie, it seems, “who became my son, was a lesbian before he went transgender,” making him heterosexual. The twins are actually scheduled to go on Oprah to discuss this. I think I understand, but ask for a flow chart to make sure. “Listen, it won’t help. It looks like an explosion in a spaghetti factory,” he says. “I can’t keep up—how the hell can you?”

While Key puts a premium on Canadian tolerance, he’s spent long enough in the country to understand it’s not Canaan. A part-time blogger, he’s even written pieces with titles like “The Canadian Identity Crisis,” in which he tweaks his future compatriots for being America-fixated ninnies, and for coasting on their reputation for politeness. While Canadians don’t exhibit road rage, he says, they are carpool-lane cheaters and worse: “Victoria dumps its untreated sewage into the waters off Vancouver Island. How impolite can you get?”

Still, Key is leaving his homeland, and he’s sick of hearing from talk-show types who say good riddance on the one hand and he should stay and fight on the other. “Shouldn’t you?” I ask, picking up the latter sentiment. After all, he gets along beautifully even with his Republican neighbors, and nobody except a few journalists has questioned his patriotism. So how bad, really, is the alleged cauldron of intolerance known as America? Isn’t he boxing with Sean Hannity’s shadow, responding not to the America he actually knows, but to the polarized version of it that lives in his cable box?

Besides, I suggest in a windy disquisition (I’ve had wine with lunch) after hearing at length how he once marched for civil rights and against Vietnam, even if this ugly America is as pervasive as he says, isn’t it our duty as Americans to get in on the debate, to jump into the sandbox and hit somebody on the head with a shovel while no one’s looking? It’s what made our country great. Our forefathers may have quit their home countries once upon a time, but they came here to build a better one.

He isn’t buying. “I’m f—ing tired,” he says, “and I don’t need to rebuild the country. There’s a perfectly good one 30 miles away.”

JUST HOW PERFECTLY GOOD a country Canada is, is a matter of dispute. The expats I eventually meet buy into Canadian self-mythologizing without so much as giving the tires a kick. Yet even some Canadians gag on the constant stream of virtue-proclaiming advertorials that are, for lack of a better word, a crock. This is self-evident in the pathological Canadian claims of modesty and politeness.

Will Ferguson is a cockeyed nationalist and brilliant satirist, who calls his country “a nation of associate professors.” In his book Why I Hate Canadians, he writes that his countrymen even boast about their Great Canadian Inferiority Complex. While it’s difficult to go five minutes without hearing how collectively nice Canadians are, Ferguson says, “what we fail to realize is that self-conscious niceness is not niceness at all; it is a form of smugness. Is there anything more insufferable than someone saying, ‘Gosh, I sure am a sweet person, don’tcha think?’”

This strain of nails-on-the-blackboard nationalism is most evident in the recent bestseller Fire and Ice, an Americans-are-from-Mars, Canadians-are-from-Venus study of the two countries’ values by Canadian sociologist Michael Adams. Based on three head-to-head values surveys done over a decade, it shows Americans coming up short on matters from militarism to materialism. This is hardly news. But Adams pushes his luck, giving conventional wisdom a twirl by advancing that it is the Americans who are actually the slavish followers of an established order, while Canadians are rugged individualists and autonomous free thinkers.

Give Adams points for cheek. His is, after all, a country that didn’t bother to draft its own constitution until 1982, that kept “God Save the Queen” as its national anthem until 1980, and that still enshrines its former master’s monarch as its head of state. Her Canadian title is “Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom, Canada and Her other Realms and Territories Queen (breath), Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith.” Maybe they should change their national anthem again, to Britney Spears’s “I’m A Slave 4 U.”

After suffering through Adams’s book, I decided two can practice snake-oil sociology. So I spent three days on Nexis kicking up every comparison-survey and statistic I could find on American/Canadian values. I became so gripped with the subject I could have been mistaken for a Canadian.

This unscientific research quickly confirmed that Canadians are bizarrely obsessed with us, binge-eating out of our cultural trough, then pretending it tastes bad. Plainly the two things Canada needs most are a mirror and a good psychiatrist.

Though they don’t know who they are, they know they’re not us (roughly 9 out of 10 comparison surveys are done by Canadians), so they bang that drum until their hands bleed. Still, it seems there is almost nothing Canadian that isn’t informed in some way by America. When the late Canadian radio host Peter Gzowski had a competition to come up with a phrase comparable to “American as apple pie,” the winner was “As Canadian as possible, under the circumstances.” In 1996, when Canadians were asked to name both the greatest living and the all-time greatest Canadian, 76 percent said “no one comes to mind.” Another survey showed them to believe that the most famous Canadian was Pamela Anderson, star of America’s Baywatch. When Canadians were asked to name their favorite song, they settled on one by a good Canadian band, The Guess Who. The song: “American Woman.”

Several years ago, Molson beer aired a commercial featuring Joe Canadian, a regular beer-drinking Joe who went on a rant aboot what Canadians are and aren’t (not fur traders or dog sledders; they pronounce it “about,” not “aboot”). He became a media darling and a national mascot. Then the actor who played Joe moved to Hollywood to find work. When he returned, tail tucked between legs, even he admitted, “I think, yeah, it is a little sad that Canadians draw their identity not so much from ‘I am Canadian’ as ‘I am not American.’”

While Canadians pride themselves on knowing more about us than we do about them (undoubtedly true), the problem-captured in a survey done for Canada Day in 2000 is that even historically challenged Americans know more about ourselves than Canadians do about themselves. In parallel 10-question quizzes on everything from our first president/prime minister to the words of our respective national anthems, 63 percent of Americans scored five or more right answers. Only 39 percent of Canadians did. One Canadian television critic expressed disbelief, writing, “Average Americans appear to be in worse shape-judging by the evidence on TV, anyway.” She would know, since at the time of her comment, 92 percent of the comedies and 85 percent of the dramas on Canadian television were made elsewhere, mainly in America.

Where Canada fails is no big secret. Most of us know that its universal health care is a great thing, if you don’t mind waiting, say, nine months for an MRI on your spinal cord injury. We all know Canadians are overregulated, to the point that Canadian rocker Bryan Adams was denied “Canadian content status” for cowriting an album with a British producer, limiting the play his songs could receive on the radio (a policy that’s supposed to encourage Canadian talent, but that in Adams’s words “encourage[s] mediocrity. People don’t have to compete in the real world. . . . F—ing absurd”).

We all know the Canadian military has become a shadow of itself. Things have gotten so dire that a Queen’s University study (titled “Canada Without Armed Forces?”) predicted the imminent extinction of the air force. This unpreparedness has become such a joke that Ferguson says their military ranks just above Tonga’s, which consists of nothing more than “a tape-recorded message yelling ‘I surrender!’ in thirty-two languages.”

What many don’t consider is how much Canada has oversold itself in the areas where it purportedly does succeed. While it’s true that the government has been much friendlier than ours to gay marriage, only 39 percent of Canadians decidedly support it. While Canada is supposedly more environment-friendly, it has been cited for producing more waste per person than any other country. While Canada is supposedly safer, a 1996 study showed its banks had the highest stick-up rate of any industrialized nation (one in every six was robbed). And while a great deal is made of Americans’ passion for firearms, the Edmonton Sun, citing Statistics Canada, reported that Canada has a higher crime rate than we do.

Canadians are supposedly less greedy than Americans, yet they lead the world in telemarketing fraud, and most of their victims are Americans. Are they more generous? Not by a long shot. The Vancouver-based Fraser Institute publishes a Generosity Index, which shows that more Americans give to charity, and give more when they do.

Is the Canadian “mosaic” more successful than the American “melting pot,” a distinction they constantly make? You be the judge. Imagine every decade or so America’s Spanish-speaking southwesterners holding a referendum over whether to secede. It’s happened twice since 1980 among the Francophones of Quebec, and some say it’s going to happen again. While America has figurative language police on its college campuses, Quebec has literal ones—”tongue troopers,” the locals call them—who ruthlessly enforce absurd language laws requiring, for example, that restaurant trash cans feature the word “push” on their lids in French instead of English.

Apart from the Anglo/Franco teeter-totter that Canada can’t ever seem to get off, are Canadians less racist, as many of them claim? Well, like America, they saw both slavery and segregation. If Canadians today are less racist, someone ought to tell their aboriginal peoples, who’ve spent centuries getting their land annexed and being generally mistreated (as of 2000 in Nova Scotia, there was still a law on the books offering hunters a bounty for Indian scalps).

Recent polling shows 35 percent of Canada’s “visible minorities” (such as blacks and Asians) have experienced discrimination in the last five years. Another poll showed 54 percent of Canadians believe anti-Semitism is a serious problem in Canadian society today. It certainly was yesterday. Around World War II, a few Jews did manage to squeak in—despite the policy summed up by Canada’s director of immigration as “None is too many.” Will Ferguson points out that more Nazi war criminals are thought to have found sanctuary in Canada than refugees fleeing the Holocaust.

But even when Canada succeeds, it carries the whiff of failure. For nearly a decade, the country sat atop the United Nations quality-of-life index, a fact that Canadian schoolchildren could parrot in their sleep. When Canada dropped to eighth, just behind the United States, its collective psyche took a beating. The next year, Canada shot past us again, but not back to the top. The headline in Ontario’s Windsor Star tells you all you need to know about Canadian triumphalism: “Cheers to us, we’re No. 4.”

IN A SENSE, Canada is the perfect place for American quitters, as it evidences self-loathing masquerading as self-congratulation. This I learn over dinner in Vancouver. A delightful realtor named Elizabeth McQueen has enticed me with a promise any American boy likes to hear—that we’d be dining with “two very attractive lesbians.” She didn’t lie. One of them could make a killing as a Courteney Cox celebrity impersonator. Besides, they’re psychotherapists from San Francisco. They ask me to change their names to Cocoa and Satchi since their patients don’t yet know they’re leaving America.

They’ve come to Vancouver to look for real estate, having gotten married on an earlier trip to Canada. They were politically active back home. They wrote letters to the editor for every cause: “Save the whales, save the trees, save the lesbians,” says Cocoa. They hate the war and the Patriot Act and the results of the gay-marriage resolutions. They hate the conservative agenda and fundamentalist crackers and all the other usual suspects. They hate it that Karl Rove, in Cocoa’s words, helped to elect “an alcoholic butthead who can’t put two sentences together, cocaine addict, married to a frigid drunk-driver-murderer-Martha-Stewart wannabe.”

But beneath all her gracious sentiments is something else: a loss of faith. When describing how she feels traveling abroad, Cocoa sounds like the old joke about how Canadians apologize when you step on their shoes: “I felt ashamed as I was going everywhere with my American passport. It was just like ‘I’m so sorry.’ . . . After the last election, I kind of lost faith in what we Americans are doing in our country.”

Even many Canadians recognize that theirs is a faithless country compared with America. Not just in terms of religious belief—though they are much less fervent. As National Post columnist Andrew Coyne recently wrote in a piece chiding his countrymen for regarding American patriotism as cheap sentiment, “You see, in Canada we gave up believing years ago: in religion, in ideals, in much of anything, really. Secure as we were under the American defense umbrella, we were infantilized; having no need to defend ourselves, we could not understand why anyone else would have more. Or perhaps it was this: having renounced even the wish to defend ourselves, having absorbed the notion that the country could be destroyed at any moment by a vote of half the population of one province [Quebec], what was left to believe?”

THERE ARE SOME AMERICAN EXPATS, however, who are of more robust stock. I journey out to a hippie-leftover, New Agey enclave on British Columbia’s far western shore, Quadra Island, where I actually smell spliffy smoke on the ferry ride over. At the island’s edge lies the Heriot Bay Inn, owned by American Lorraine Wright. She bought it last year after moving north a while ago, partly for business opportunities, partly because of the political climate back home.

On this island, natural beauty surrounds us. Nick, her boat captain (she also owns a whale and grizzly-watching adventure tours business) takes me out through choppy coastal sounds to deliver explosives to a remote construction site, since he doubles as a water-taxi in the off-season. We look for sea lions and seals, which the locals call “rock sausages.” They often serve as finger-food for transient killer whales.

One night in Wright’s wood-paneled, maritime-themed bar, I meet her cast of regulars. There’s the bar curmudgeon Bruce, who shakes hands with one that has lost a finger to a circular saw. He seems to like being on my tab, but spends most of the night whispering anti-Americanisms in my ear. There’s oyster farmer Brian, whose border collie lolls between the tables. He offers to call up a Vietnam draft-dodger friend who might make a good interview, though the friend’s not home, just as he wasn’t when his country called.

Lorraine, who has a large personality and a barbed wit, blows in like a northerly in an orange Arc’teryx jacket. We tuck into a discreet corner where the barmaid keeps finding us with a steady supply of my whiskeys (bourbon, not Canadian—drink American!) and her cosmopolitans. For the next four hours, I and this former surfer girl from California, born to a Republican family before she became a bleeding heart, go at it like two drunks in a bar fight, which come to think of it, we half resemble.

She calls herself a “compassionate capitalist” and clowns on my old Clinton-bashing pieces, which she’s pulled off the Internet. I try my level best to make her feel like Benedict Arnold, who lost the fight when we invaded Quebec during the Revolution, before he slunk off to England. Instant friends, with similar sensibilities, we throw flurries of rabbit and kidney punches. But just when I think my roundhouse is going to drop her like a sack of potatoes-<>after I posit that real Americans, whatever their political persuasion, are fighters, not runners-Wright clocks me with this:

“America is built on people leaving places. We’re a country of people who’ve left. Constitutionally, the pursuit of happiness is something we not only honor, but something we legally protect. This ain’t Russia. I don’t have to stay. This ain’t Cuba. I can leave.

“In fact, find me one American who would make me stay and fight. They’d say no, go, do what’s right for you. I found happiness here. I’ll be in BC the rest of my life. I pray to God that I don’t die somewhere else, that I’m not vacationing somewhere when I die, because that would bum me out. . . .

“Pursue your happiness. We were the first country to do it. And we live for that, the fact that people have personal rights. Go where you want. Do what you want. The fact that I chose Canada is almost a bigger embodiment of the American dream. . . . I still love America.”

“So you’re saying being unpatriotic is an act of patriotism?” I counter, though my heart is no longer in it.

“I’ve had too many cocktails for that one,” Wright says.

I settle the tab, and the next morning I’m off, promising that someday I’ll come back to visit with my family. By then, with any luck, she’ll have had a chance to explain America to her new countrymen.

~end~

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After reading the article in the Chronicle Herald (Subscription only – Halifax, N.S.) about a US fella purchasing Lot 25 on Oak Island from David Tobias, I decided to do a bit of poking around myself. The article says that the purchaser is from the states and the lot is registered to a Nova Scotia company by the name of Centre Road Ventures that is owned by one Alan Kostrzewa.
A quick Google of “Alan Kostrzewa” netted only 32 hits. Almost all of them 5 or 10K running times or ski racing in his home city of Traverse City Mi. So, this much we know, he is between 45 and 49 years of age and he is in good shape as he won the Bronze medal in his division for a ski racing. And another posting in a local Traverse newspaper has Alan quoted as a baseball coach for kids 5-8. From the article the seems to be a pretty great guy. WHat is he doing buying a piece of a rather controversial island?

A google of his company, “Centre Road Ventures” almost got me a googelwack! Just 4 hits. 2 seemed to be ill-relevant and the other 2 were hits on one web site oakislandtreasure.co.uk. A site dedicated to Oak Island with several interesting chat forum threads. Quite a good read. One rather long thread is on the sale of Lot 25 from David Tobias to Alan Kostrzewa, very serious stuff, wild speculations, until some of the forum members digress into petty topics. But a fun read all the same. These guys are infatuated with Oak Island and its mystery.

I poked around the Oak Island Treasure site a bit, but didn’t find what I was looking for. And that was a breakdown of who or how many own Oak Island. So, I made my own map. A quick visit to property on-line and I searched out the owners of the island. See the legend below.

BLACK - Nova Scotia Natural Resources (The causeway)*

RED - Oak Island Tours – Dan Blankenship (22 lots)

LIGHT YELLOW - Centre Road Ventures – Alan Kostrzewa (1 lot)

GREEN – Jane & Dan Blankenship (1 lot)

GRAY - David & Garnette(sp) Blankenship (1 lot)

LIGHT BLUE – Robert Young

PINK - Fred Noland (6 lots)

DARK BLUE – John & Christine Johston (1 lot

*I suspect the causeway is public, but the catch is, as soon as you leave the causeway on the island side, you would have to have permission from Dan Blankenship to cross his land. Therein is the catch. Obviously, David Tobias had a right-or-way across Blankenship’s land and that is what he sold, not a r-o-w across the causeway. Assuming it is public property.

So, it would seem that 24 lots are controlled by the Blankenship’s and other than Alan Kostrzewa, there are 3 other owners, with Fred Noland having the most lots after Blankenship at 6 lots.

I believe Fred might be the one for the Oak Island Society to go after. Fred was a fairly old man when I met him over 15 years ago, so I suspect he may getting well on in years by now. There is no telling what he plans to do with his lots.

Other than speaking with Fred Noland, as I said over 15 years ago, I met Dan Blankenship well over 5 years ago and in both cases they were talking about selling. This seems to be a reoccurring theme. The only change is the number of zero’s they put on the price each year. My only other contact with Oak Island was through my father. I remember being on the island, in the 60′s and looking at the coffer dams that Bob Restal had put on the beaches. My next memory is being in my fathers car in Western Shore a few months later, when they brought the bodies Bob Restal and his son ashore after being asphyxiated in a pit from exhaust fumes.

Oak Island Thread About New Buyer
http://forum.oakislandtreasure.co.uk/viewtopic.php?t=789&postdays=0&postorder=desc&start=0

Everything you wanted to know about Oak Island and were afraid to ask!
http://www.oakislandtreasure.co.uk/

Oak Island Tourism Society
http://www.oakislandsociety.ca/

Google 263,000 hits for “Oak Island”

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I have been writing my real estate blog for just a little over 2 months now. While I have received a few comments on my blog, they have mostly been from close associates, I appreciate these comments, but I would like to hear from my readership. For the good or the bad of it.

And for the first 5 comments I receive I will send a FREE invitation to Googles new GMAIL.com – Web Based Email!

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This happened to me yesterday, and in all places, Shanghai. Through my Executive-MBA Program at Saint Mary’s University and a business trip arranged by Saint Mary’s to the other side of the world, I found myself at a reception at Tongji University, Shanghai. We met with 20 or more Shanghai International MBA students and faculty. It was an intimate reception on the Tongji University Campus. A few speeches, a couple of presentations by our class business groups and then a Chinese buffet.

In the middle of the reception I was introduced to Dr. Jianwie Wu, a professor at the School of Economics and Management at Tongji. How he found out I was a Realtor is a mystery. His great interest of me was how I saw the Shanghai real estate market and more specifically where the top may be. Apparently he has invested well in real estate and in the past couple of years his holdings have risen 200%. He wanted to know what economic indicators I would use to predict the top of the market for his holdings? A straight forward enough question!

Now, having been in Shanghai for all of 24 hours and not having the faintest idea about the market, I would say I hadn’t any idea where the market was going to go, The little I do know of Shanghai real estate, is real property ownership is legal and encouraged. Fair trading exits and companies like Cendant, who own Century 21 and Coldwell Banker want in a big way.

I hesitated and answered that I didn’t have access to that crystal ball. My new friend Dr. Wu looked a little forlorn that a Canadian real estate broker couldn’t add any insight to his question. Somehow I found myself slipping in my role as a Realtor and started asking Dr. Wu some questions. Did he want to know when the market was topping out so he could sell? Would he reinvest in real estate right away? Were his holding making money? Dr. Wu considered all of this and gave me a few answers. Apparently his holding were all inside the inner ring road. Again from what little I do know, inner ring real estate is hot! But he pressed to ways to know the market was topping off. Suddenly, I found myself formulating an answer. I told him to watch the Shanghai GPD index. Watch for weakness predictions, a sign that the top is near. Monitor the Shanghai labour index, again watch for pull-backs. Look at the construction association reports to see if there is a predicted time Shanghai may meet the housing demand or + number vacancy rates. I told him any combination of these indexes or economic indicators may signal a pull-back in real estate values. Lastly I told him to watch actual sales, track historical costs, quite soon there may be enough organized real estate data to help him with this. Whether I really helped Dr. Wu, I don’t know. However he seemed satisfied with my answer and moved on.

The amazing thing was, I was 7,198 miles from home and stuck in the middle of a reception and was being asked the same questions I get when I am home.

Next we are off to Ho Chi Min City, Vietnam, to another reception tomorrow night. I can almost predict the conversation I am going to have.

T.H.

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But why go back to school and a “masters” program at that? Good question. I can hear my critics now. “Your a Realtor, God sakes boy, you’re a salesman and there is a reason for that?” Yes, I’ve been a Realtor for 17 years and 15 of those a Broker. But I am also a business person. All Realtors, whether they know it or not, are a small business onto themselves. And as a Broker, not only am I responsible to run the business of managing Realtors, I am responsible to run it efficiently and profitably to ensure continued employment for everyone. In my mind, going back to school would accomplish that.

Many small businesses like mine come to a cross-roads at a certain period of time in their growth. The crux is, should I keep growing or stay small or get out of it altogether. It is a tough decision and one this small business person was agonizing over. Having built the business well beyond my original intentions, I was faced with many decisions on growth, technology, market directions and remaining profitable.

“Profitable” is the key word. I did not know how to remain profitable. Not that the business wasn’t profitable, but it was an outcome I wasn’t managing. The business happened to be profitable by default, but not by my design. With fast paced technology and more and more decisions to be made, I felt future profitability may be in question. I was faced with the hiring a MBA manager or investing in myself and becoming an MBA, I choose the latter.

It is now 20 months later and to my amazement, in less than 3 days, as part of the culmination of the EMBA program, I will be in Shanghai , China (a city of 20 million people) -with 26 of my classmates- for 3 days of business meetings. One of the meetings will be with 88 Chinese student entrepreneurs enrolled in Shanghai International MBA (SIMBA) program and other academics at Tongji University . I will be giving a presentation on a franchise concept developed in Canada and ready for exposure on the international market. This is well beyond any comfort level and any preconceived idea I had of an MBA program or the empowering effect it would have on me.

An MBA has everything to do with real estate. The real estate business is an exciting industry. You have so many things to manage. starting with managing clients, (both buyers and sellers), administration staff, web wizards, your own Realtors, other Brokers Realtors and other Brokers. You have to manage money – your own and the company’s – and balance trust accounts. There is time management – yours and your company’s staff. Human resource management for hiring and firing. Contract management for web hosting, new hires and building leases. Then there is business of knowing how to sell, successful negotiation tactics – “The Art of The Deal”. So having a little “dry powder”, like an MBA goes along way in managing this industry.

So, is there growth in my business? Most certainly. over the course of 20 months I have grown my business by about 30%. That is just in manpower size and now I know how to keep things profitable. My expectations of growth go well beyond anything I had imagined and with the tools I have now, I see no reason why they can’t be achieved.

The most amazing thing I find from these past months is my increase in capacity to do business. Besides the continued growth of Tradewinds Realty to a truly province wide company with realtors in every market area and future Atlantic Canada expansions. I am developing a fitness franchise -Take Thirty Fitness Centers- network for all of China, having secured the distribution rights to Asia. I have also acquired the licensing rights to Asia for a fruit juice company -Euphoria Smoothies-, including the rights to Atlantic Canada. I am working on an affiliation with a national franchise company to develop a Canada wide real estate referral system and lastly I have researched a profitable business plan for a real estate web portal that could service all the needs of Realtors and clients in one location. An lastly I publish this Weblog, usually writing an article every second day. Not bad for a fella that couldn’t decide what he wanted to do 20 months ago!

T.H.

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This author along with one of Realtor LIz Buell, had the opportunity to speak with Dan Blankenship, one of the owners of Oak Island, several years ago. After a tour of the island we had a little chat about possibly bringing the island to the market. At the time we were talking about a value of 2 million dollars with the possibility of an asking price somewhere above that value. We left it in Dan’s hands, followed up with a few telephone calls, but Dan decided not to bring the island to the market. As I say that was several years ago. Now it seems the asking price is fetching 7 million dollars.

Excerpt from todays article:

“MONEY PIT HIGHLIGHTS

1795: Teenager Daniel McGinnis stumbles across a curious circular depression in the ground. Over the next few days, he and two friends dig a hole, finding a layer of flagstones two feet below the surface. They later find layers of oak logs spanning the pit at various depths.

1861: The Oak Island Association clears the Money Pit down to 88 feet. They dig two other shafts, trying to intercept the channel from the ocean. Water eventually floods the pit.

1959: Bob Restall and his family begin their search. He finds a rock with “1704” scratched on it at the Smith’s Cove beach. Some believe it was a prank left by a previous search team.

1965: While excavating a shaft, Bob Restall passes out and falls into the water at the bottom. His son, Bobbie, and two workers try to rescue him. They all drown, possibly overcome by carbon monoxide from a generator.

1965: Dan Blankenship begins his search, pushing the shaft down 60 feet, where he finds a hand-wrought nail and a washer. At 90 feet, he runs into a layer of rocks in stagnant water.”

and

“The myths abound:
Captain Kidd and his pirate treasure.
Sir Francis Drake hiding plunder from the Spanish treasure fleets.
Original manuscripts of Shakespeare’s plays written by Sir Francis Bacon.
The Knights Templar and the Holy Grail.

For the full story go to The Halifax Daily News (article my be time sensitive and could be archived quite quickly)

T.H.

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“Gruesome two-room apartment with balcony,” said the advertisement posted on the Finn.no Internet portal this week. “A very worn-out apartment.” Some Norwegian real estate brokers exaggerate wildly in their advertisements, describing, for example, a total ruin as a “charming fixer-upper.” Or they can try to make the location seem more attractive than it is, such as one house “on a quiet side street.” The side street was quiet, but the four-lane super highway on the other side was less so….. full story

T.H.

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Please see the video news items below. If for some reason the attached clips do not play they can be found at CBC’s web site.

You will need Real Player One as a video player. But that is about it. Get it free on the ne if the video’s won’t play for you. REAL PLAYER ONE

“A Decent Place: The story of the Nova Scotia Buddhists”

20050211ns_buddhists_1.ram

“A Decent Place: Once here, the challenge is to stay here”
20050211ns_buddhists_2.ram

Thank you for listening.

T.H.

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