Given that the weather was good and the day had nothing else that offered a constraint, (things like going to work) the parents took occasion to go visit the parents.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Out for a drive | 269 words
I have CBC radio on this evening, and the Randy Bachman show, Randy’s Vinyl Tap is presenting a mix of “summer tunes”. The man not only plays a mean guitar when he wants to, he also has access to a decent musical library. I mean, Mungo Gerry. Van Halen. Burton Cummings (a bit of a self-serving cheat, but I forgive the you rub my back, I’ll rub yours model this time).
posted in history, media | Comments Off on Summer music | 194 words
I don’t practice my many musical instruments enough. In fact, this whole blog started as a tongue in cheek reminder to myself to get busy. Schedules shouldn’t interfere with the basics of one’s culture.
posted in music | Comments Off on When the fiddle brings on the thunder | 179 words
The local videoclub is finally starting to notice my viewing habits. Let’s face it; we shouldn’t have to consider the late fee as part of the deal. Now, many of the local choices are offered for seven days at a go. Not because I want to watch a title over and over. Because I want to watch it once before it goes back.
posted in media | Comments Off on Watch ’em if you got ’em | 300 words
As I mentioned several days ago, gas prices have been moving downwards, and for two days now the psychological boundary of a loonie has been passed; prices now stand at 99.4 cents/litre. I know things will change, as soon as a bit of bad weather moves into the Gulf of Mexico, but I do appreciate that the greedmongers are forced to change prices in my direction for a bit.
posted in economy | Comments Off on Encouraging trend | 125 words
In an earlier time, the negative was everything. I don’t mean in a philosophical sense. No, this is the “real thing”; the photographic negative. For the common man, the print was the thing, but for the person behind the lens, the only part worth protecting was the negative, won through chemical combat. Fragile, almost opaque, tiny by comparison to the fruit sought after in printed form. We treated our negatives like the “apple of our eye”, barely daring to touch their surface. We dusted with fine hair brushes and compressed air, and storage was archival. If you damaged the negative, every print would bear a silent and lasting witness.
posted in history, technology | Comments Off on Few negative contexts | 265 words
Every once in a while, things just line up. Sort of like the planets in a conjunction, or the city buses at go-home time in the afternoon. When enough common elements are there, it just might be a “sign”.
posted in media | Comments Off on Perhaps it’s fate | 296 words
The predicted happened. A space ship crashed on the moon, and my eyes were elsewhere. We had close family in for a visit, and I just didn’t remember to go outside and stare upwards at the right moment. Didn’t even cross my mind.
posted in Wx | Comments Off on Sorry, my eyes were elsewhere | 188 words
My family is in love with video via the Internet. Google Video, YouTube, anything that shows a moving image of life somewhere else. The number of people that believe their dog can talk is boggling. The people that were blown the length of a beach and into the water by the exhaust from a jet plane were food for puzzlement. The sheer stupidity shown by the collective cast of the Jackass Generation is on public display.
posted in media | Comments Off on Thankfully nobody sees us | 171 words
One of the markers that we have for our economy is the gas price. Here in Canada, we quote it in cents per litre, so imagine the collective shock just over a year ago when things jumped past the psychological barrier of 100 cents per. The displays outside of most stations had never been designed for this, so we saw odd workarounds while digging deeper into our pockets.
posted in economy | Comments Off on No such thing as a good price | 244 words
