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    Launch of the experiment

    So on January 20, I got the chance to launch a Tweetchat for the Montreal Press Club, of which I'm a board member. 

    I'm so glad for the opportunity - I honestly feel that once it's up and running, and we work out all the glitches, that it's going to become a fantastic resource for both francophone and anglophone journalists to connect and discuss the big issues in the city. There's far too wide of a chasm between French and English chasm, and my big dream is to narrow it however I can.

    I was a bit dismayed that for all of my bilingual, obsessive marketing of the event on Twitter, only a few MPC board members showed up. But I have to remind myself that Rome wasn't built in a day (sigh, cliche, but I've been up since 5 am so you're just going to have to deal with it). However, I am going to go ahead and call it a success, for these reasons:

    1. It actually happened. We now have a Tweetchat, and it's no longer in the theoretical stage. That in itself is worth celebrating.

    2. It gave me my first experience of being a Tweetchat monitor - and I had the opportunity to learn, and make mistakes - like not including the damned hashtag - a few times over. The small audience just means there weren't a whole lot of people around to judge me for it. ;-)

    3. Many of the participants had never participated in a Tweetchat before. This gave them the opportunity to get their sea legs before this thing takes off like wildfire.

    I did learn a few key things about scheduling, however.

    First, it was downright foolish to schedule our kick-off Tweetchat event right before the State of the Union address was about to be broadcast. Twitter was already preoccupied - and journalists weren't interested in participating in a fledgling online experiment when everyone was gearing up to live-tweet this important speech. So there's that. No more competing with SOTU. Got it.

    It also somehow managed to slip my mind that Tuesday at 8 pm is when #muckedup happens - @Muckrack's very popular journalism Tweetchat. Even though it's mostly focused on discussing US issues, I know I've participated in it more than once, so to have thought that scheduling our Tweetchat for the same time wouldn't have any impact on our attendance was pretty .... fanciful. Sure, I'll go with fanciful. So next time, we'll be sure not to schedule the Tweetchat at the same time that other one is going on.

    We'll be doing it again in late February, so watch this space to find out how you can participate!
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    Montrealers have it good

    On Monday, Quebecers awoke to the news that over 100,000 households had no power on a bitterly cold day.

    And then I watched in amazement as the numbers quickly went down by half, then another 25%, and by late morning all but a few thousand had had their power restored.

    To me, it seemed like an absolute miracle.

    Quebecers may take their top-notch utility service for granted, but after a few years of living in the Washington, DC area, I certainly do not. 

    Power outages in the capital city, and in Maryland counties also serviced by Pepco, are all too frequent, often coming with no warning and no immediate precipitating event such as extreme weather or high winds. It was not uncommon to have a lovely, sunny, cloudless day, and for the power to go out suddenly - and remain out for hours.

    In these crises, Pepco did very little to get power up and running, preferring to engage in public hand-wringing over the excess of trees which, in their minds, caused the outages.  Sending out crews to assess the problem and fix the issue was never their first priority.

    In the winter of 2010, Washington was hit by a moderate storm (by Quebec standards) which dumped 2 feet of snow on the area. Pepco's customers lost power for a full week.

    Pepco took no responsibility for the outages, or for the delay in getting power back up. Even today, it struggles with keeping the lights on. According to the Washington Post, Pepco reports 70% more power outages than other power companies in big American cities.

    Having survived five days in the dark with no heat, I am incredibly impressed that HydroQuebec was able to turn the lights back on as quickly as they did.

    Electricity is not the only feature of Montreal that puts DC to shame: our metro system gives us a lot to be proud of, too.

    Last week in Washington, smoke filled the L'Enfant Plaza metro station, resulting in 1 death and sending at least 80 to local hospitals (some are still there). In the days since, we've learned that WMATA officials did not learn of the smoke for at least 10 minutes, resulting in a fatal delay. This incident comes just a few years after nine people were killed by a train collision in 2009 on the same metro system.

    Service has continued to decline on WMATA, with several rail workers dying in a collision with a train in 2010, and two other rail workers dying on the tracks in October 2013. Riders on the Red Line advise each other never to ride in the first or last cars, warning that trains often hit each other and these cars take the brunt of the impact. 

    We take a lot for granted in Montreal, but I have learned firsthand that going on the STM and not experiencing regular minor collisions with other trains or track workers is an advantage not shared by some transit systems.

    Being blessed by an effective and responsive power utility and a metro system that doesn't kill its riders is something that all Montrealers should be proud of.

    A version of this article appeared in the Montreal Gazette on Jan. 19, 2015.
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    Montreal Solidarity March

    It's been a week since the Charlie Hebdo murders. I am still in awe of my city, and so proud that Montreal on Sunday had the largest solidarity march outside of France. It's the way it should be.
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    Yesterday was an awful day, a day which I would have been happy to have never seen the likes of. 

    I woke up much earlier than usual to head to a morning meeting, and saw the screaming headlines about the gruesome, cruel murders of 12 people at Charlie Hebdo in Paris. My Paris. The very Paris which had done so much to advance the cause of freedom.

    I left for my meeting at the Montreal Gazette in a daze. Walked up the escalator in a daze. Entered the newsroom and on towards the back, in a daze.

    The Gazette has a security guard at the desk - but how much security is that? How much security is really enough to protect yourself against people who are committed to killing and are armed with the equipment and determination to make it happen?

    I would say, there isn't enough security in the world to guarantee safety.

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    I headed out early to the 5 pm vigil organized by Mayor Denis Coderre, determined to get a spot in the front. I was one of the first people there, and ever-so-grateful for the two large outdoor fireplaces set up by the city to keep attendees warm. Even more grateful, when considering I didn't see the need to wear longjohns.

    Once the ceremony began, I was startled by how moved I was. I'd spent all day obsessively following the news on Twitter, rushing to get out the Montreal Press Club's condemnation of the attacks, trying to stay on top of all the latest developments. But I hadn't been hit by the enormity of what had happened that awful morning until I heard journalists around me in front of City Hall start chanting, "Je suis Charlie." 

    I started sobbing. And couldn't stop. The impromptu chant was followed by a rendition of "La Marseillaise". I don't know the words. I didn't need to, because there was no way I could have caught my tears enough to be able to sing. 

    I had had plans to attend the 6:30 vigil in front of the French Consulate on Rue McGill, but I couldn't. The emotion was too strong, too overwhelming, and I desperately needed to go home.

    But when I saw the photos of the massive turnout on Rue McGill, in -31C windchill, the tears started all over again. I've never been prouder of Montreal.  Or how touched I am by their determination, in that awful, horrific cold, to show their solidarity with Parisians on that night.

    Nous sommes tous Charlie. Let us never forget the value of freedom of expression.