Gas, music and jet roar
First of all, a new personal high today; that barometer of economics that “sets the tongues a waggin'”, the price at the pumps, hit 1.51$/litre. It doesn’t bode well for unlimited travel this summer. I know, in the world view the price isn’t very much, but a 13 cent jump for no apparent reason shows me that my bus pass is a precious commodity.
Someone in the competitive world of advertising scored a goal this afternoon. While the CBC was ineffectively trying to keep their precious Hockey Song (not the Stompin’ Tom version), someone with a fast chequebook over at the CTV bought the rights, outright. No more “Can we, could we, should we?” at headquarters in Toronto; the song is no longer up for sale. Think of an auction where you didn’t even know anyone else could bid – that’s how the game is played. My only question is what do you do with a song like that? Do you make it into the theme for the evening news program? Curious.
There’s a big air show in the area this coming weekend. I know. I can hear it. All day long there’s been an undertone of jet voices to remind me to look up occasionally. Pity that the ceiling blocks the view. I still have fond memories of the day that the Concorde came to town, but someone said it’s now obsolete. Since there is zero interest at home over a visit to an airport, the airshow will have to be the airheard.
