We’ll be sailing with the tides. Oh, the imagery. Oh, the history. Oh, the reality, for those that live in maritime regions. The moon is really the one in control of transportation, at least where water is in play. Consider the fate of the Fundy fisher.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Waiting for the tide | 299 words
Four evenings of the annual audition ordeal have passed. Last week, we had some useful input from the guest judges (Posh and Mary J Blige) but this week was a placeholder effort. I mean, come on. Shania Twain gave back polite platitudes to the Chicago supplicants, and Kristin Chenoweth (who?) didn’t even stay for the second segment of tonight’s effort from Orlando. Yawn.
posted in Idol, politics, Wx | Comments Off on Unpredictable elections and weather | 264 words
The Masters of Mayhem, AKA the Mythbusters team, keep me coming back for more. No (reasonable) story is too big for their budget, as long as it involves something coming apart, fast. This afternoon, the show simply left me wanting to go and play in my basement.
posted in humour | Comments Off on Not quite a rolling stone | 270 words
While you’re up, could you check the thermostat? I worry that we’re overheating the back yard and beyond. Unseasonable weather and all that; already the middle-past of the month and we haven’t had a serious blast from winter. My parka is still “parked”.
posted in education | Comments Off on Good, better, best, etc. | 265 words
I didn’t have many occasions to go to the movies when I was young. Only one theatre in town, a limited selection of blockbusters on their single screen, no money. All the right reasons. One title managed to stay in the brain, and tonight it came back.
posted in history | Comments Off on A quest for a fleece | 283 words
The queue was short, the needle was long and the result was simple. One less chance of catching the flu this year. My second variety of vaccination has been adminstered and I’m ready to face the next sniffling soul that crosses my path.
posted in health | Comments Off on Batteries for my backup | 265 words
I wonder who is going to catch the last fish.
Tonight, my television took me down onto (and into) the Red Sea, a marvelous place. Full of eye candy, full of life. Some interesting ideas; the group that are reseeding coral reefs, using a technique that remind me of potato planting. The retraining of fishermen to care for a marine park. The sad tale of the group from Yemen, who make their daily bread by setting nets, in hope of capturing sharks for the finning market of the far East.
posted in environment | Comments Off on Oh woe, my pan is no more | 298 words
Two good days of tech support. Two days with problems removed from the list that awaits. Two days that would have been impossible without my good friend Google.
posted in computing | Comments Off on Physician, heal thyself | 311 words
Woke up this morning, and you were on my mind. Whew! Not only is that one a perfect earworm for Wednesday, but it reflects how my day began.
posted in history | Comments Off on Who sat in the next chair? | 259 words
Two hours in to the new season and I feel better already. Nine thousand hopefuls in Boston, and some actually got through. The train has left the station.
posted in Idol | Comments Off on The train has left the station | 277 words
