The other side of the story: that’s the kicker, isn’t it. You put together a plausible explanation, one that should remove any shadow of blame for a perceived wrong move, and then the rebuttal kicks in. And kicks away the foundations of your tale. As a certain president puts it, “Sad!”
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As someone that doesn’t watch baseball, the whole fascination with statistics by fans and commentators leaves me bewildered. After all, to have stats means that you have to collect data. And then you have to massage that data. How do those involved find the time to watch the game? Oh, right; the games can be very long. Last evening, there were pages and pages of Twitter feed as the ongoing playoff match descended into the dark of night. With a final score of 13-12, and more than five hours of game play, this one will need a chapter in somebody’s “the numbers of the game” encyclopedia.
posted in genealogy, sports | Comments Off on A sport of stats | 255 words
I don’t acquire new skills every day. That would be exhausting, after all; I had my big rush back when learning to walk was considered as “new and improved”. No, I muddle along, picking up little bits of knowledge from time to time, but life isn’t as intense as it was back when my world revolved around family and feeding time.
posted in genealogy, ham radio | Comments Off on I don’t learn much every day | 250 words
Spent the afternoon at the fire hall. No emergencies were handled; this was the only common room space available for our monthly book-in-progress club. It takes a community to properly draft a local history, and I’m fascinated by the anecdotes that come out. Triggered by a name or a relationship, folks remember things they heard “back when” that would never bubble to the surface if a simple request for stories was made.
posted in genealogy | Comments Off on Fascinated by the anecdotes | 261 words
This morning, the map screen from the AIS antenna was filled with promise. Over by the point, the flotilla arrives. We saddled up with cameras and headed for the lighthouse, where fully six ships were in view at one time. Alas, light breezes meant that the sails were not on display, but seeing three-masted whatever off the buoy is a throwback to an earlier time.
posted in environment, genealogy | Comments Off on Masted morning | 266 words
Trying to help people, in family tree searching, comes with a caveat. The information offered is never enough. Someone posted a query about a particular family, and I returned with several generations of data for the couple. The reply? “Do you have the actual marriage record?”.
posted in economy, genealogy | Comments Off on Set on vibrate | 272 words
Time to focus on the job at hand: trying to remember if I did anything today. Oh, right, I didn’t. Never left the property. Almost as if I had one of those invisible fences. Even the roll of flyers, dropped in the driveway, landed safely inside the perimeter.
posted in genealogy | Comments Off on Still double-numbered | 263 words
In genealogy, the rule of thumb is to follow a trail until you know it isn’t the right trail. Kind of like real life, in a way. This evening, I happened to notice a duplicate family in my dataset. It happens. In this case, the principle “character” is actually a character… a well-known fiddler out of Cape Breton.
posted in genealogy | Comments Off on Trying to retie the tie | 255 words
There are certainly better ways of preparing meat for my BBQ. I’m not interested. As long as the meat comes off, cooked, with a minimum of char I believe I’ve won my battle. This evening, pork. Earlier in the cycle, beef. The process varies only in minor detail. Yes, I do add a touch of seasoning, and I’ve learned to wait until the grill is hot before offering up my sacrifice. Other than that?
posted in environment, genealogy | Comments Off on Brick walls available | 256 words
Well now, that was slower than I remembered. I had reason to install Adobe Reader this evening. On a virtualized XP system… the job is done, without hiccups, but my beard feels longer.
posted in food, genealogy | Comments Off on Details, nothing more | 258 words
