Today is not the end of the year. That comes on the thirtieth of June, next. I work in the education sector. For me, the concept is clear.
posted in sports | Comments Off on The shootout, then vs now | 253 words
Today was dedicated to renewal. I bought new jeans (renewal). New shirts (renewal). New cookie sheets (renewal).
posted in food, humour | Comments Off on Time for renewal | 334 words
Admit it, Canada. The centre of our cultural universe is not Toronto The Scorned. Nor is it any other Canadian Metropolis (we do have more than one). No, we are citizens of the world, and our point of no return is somewhere near the corner of Sunset and Vine. The quiet, modest corner, if that makes you feel better about things.
posted in media | Comments Off on A good read in review | 314 words
Sometimes, you can’t see the detail. Even if the detail is right there, in front of you, with a price tag attached to reassure you of the fair market value. We went to the store. We bought a new stove. The truck came, delivered the new one and took the old one away. And it didn’t fit.
posted in technology | Comments Off on It almost fit | 305 words
My memories are being revised, thanks to Hollywood and Wiki. At least, my (faint) memories of a phenomenon called “The Sound Of Music” which has nothing to do with the volume setting on our stereo. Today, I learned that there will be a release of a refreshed version of the movie, with better graphical quality and all.
posted in music | Comments Off on Something about the sound | 330 words
I swear; after spending time in a retail enclave this afternoon, there is now proof of alien life forms among us. Or as a minimum, a ray that can strike thousands stupid at one time. Present company excepted, of course.
posted in food | Comments Off on The commodity of a range | 275 words
Way back when, there was a public service announcement (on Buffalo TV, because that’s where our foreign feed originated), asking a curious question: “It’s ten p.m. Do you know where your children are?” I tended to be seated within an arm’s reach of one or the other parent, so I didn’t understand why this might be an issue.
posted in humour, travel | Comments Off on Do you know where your children are? | 266 words
Here I am, before a planned table, with my recalcitrant oven ticking in the background. Will it or will it not? Our stove is a decade old; a lifetime in this microprocessor world, and for the rest of the family the oven has become a symbol of frustrated intentions. “Door” means so much more, when you are hungry.
posted in food | Comments Off on Preparing for a late snack | 265 words
In my office, we are cubed. Cubiclized. Sorted into padded rectangles for easy inventory. Fixed addresses. And we are ruled by a higher power.
posted in humour | Comments Off on Behind that cloth wall lies a resource or three | 282 words
Just a little wind and rain, as seen on the forecast channel. Down by the waterside, a whole different view.
posted in Wx | Comments Off on High winds and high waters | 250 words
