Superbowl Sunday as a religious feast
Just heard something worth repeating: “Everyone has a life story to tell”. Keep that in mind, the next time you learn about someone “famous” bumping someone “less so”. Case in point, those that sculpt snow for the Carnaval. Under deadlines imposed by the organizers, as well as those from weather. Yesterday, the competitors were told to lay down their tools and take a break. The site was required for a photo op by Stevie. That taste in your mouth should be one of bile.
This is Superbowl Sunday, a major religious feast on this continent. Sometime after the evening meal, before the evening collation of wings, nachos, whatever, millions will unite in front of their large screen TV sets. For the next four hours (give or take), the only breaks allowed will be those of a physical nature (boys’ room, mainly). The “Half-time Break” will have nothing to do with this, as that moment has been reserved for Beyonce Knowles, who will sing the antiphon. Amen.
Just finished updating the firmware on one of the DSLRs here. I have no idea what the changes will be, but there’s a white knuckle moment when the only question is whether the device will ever work again. Hardly a consumer friendly moment. In my case, I did not brick the block (but I could have). There must be an easier way.
Watching a leading-to-game-time docmentary about the lifestyle of New Orleans (N’allins), I had a momentary lapse of common sense and shopped for a Sousaphone on eBay. Thankfully, there were none available in my price range.
