Gold in the rocks
Knowing the outcome long before “my broadcast” removed none of the satisfaction. Early this morning, the Homan rink made Canadian history. After a complete round robin tournament without a loss, followed by the necessary playoff games, the team completed the week with the gold medal. World champions. How special was it? Well, Rachel smiled…
And that (pretty much) completes their competitive season. Given the structure of curling, at that level, the team might not pass this way again. But for the moment, there are none better.
With nothing more to keep me in my seat, I shifted gears and went for an afternoon of playing with my data stream. Still haven’t found what I am looking for, but the path is interesting. One “channel” features past concerts from NPR. If I can’t make the trip to the venue, then my basement will serve as proxy. The investment in better quality speakers makes an audible difference (no premature listener fatigue). My headphones are held in reserve.
What’s this foolish chatter on the weather channel about “another storm”? I am so over that subject. Bring on the flowers and a green lawn; make the beach worth longer visits. Let me hide the parka and tuque combo in the rear of my seasonal closet.
The new Island startup (who are bringing back retro principles) has found even more investment capital. Their game? Pressing new vinyl albums. Best that they pursue the while the concept is novel, I guess. I’ll try to avoid mentioning “everything old is new again” in font of their listeners.
