TubaOrNotTuba

For the last hour I have listening to a concert. A live stream. And as my partner giggles I want to define concert. This is actually one person with two instruments responding to text from a computer where people request a song and the artist response after a fashion. It’s painful in one way because there is no continuity there is no one saying pick up the pace if we fall into a 5-minute lapse of nothing going on so be it it’s a live stream much like watching for a fish in the water. If you look away, you will miss it. No, I was asked if i wanted to go downstairs and get my flute and come up and join in and the answer is simple no life is too short for that it really is a special way to respond to music and I do not want to fault the artist this is someone who does this for a living who is at ease with having two completely different instruments. Sort of. The mission of the saxophone had been used online for the first time this week shows that the history would be very short. But the food stuff is OK. And they now know how many hours ahead Finland is from here. I think Finland has one time zone. Something to check. It is already dark there because they are down to less than five hours of daylight per day. The penalty of living in the north. And there is snow unlike here. Do I wish to move? Sorry. No. I had that option I have centuries ago. Did not go then it will not go now. It seems the language is a barrier. Not the music because that is universal.

This sounds like something I would tell my children. Back in the day I used to go to the cinema. Not for the popcorn. I like to watch movies. Mind you, the TV only had two channels which meant that the cinema was a good way to be distracted on an evening. Anyhow I haven’t done much of that is last while. I can still handle sitting and watching something for 90 minutes. Proof he said I watched a documentary today, for that amount of time about the changes in the business of cinema today. And then I started to think about when was the last time I actually went to a movie. This is not a reason but it took me 24 hours on a boat to get there. And in the movie that Potter kid was married with children. Do you get a time frame yet. Over the last decade I have not gone to the cinema a single time. But our culture depends upon us knowing about what is in the theatre and what people are saying about it. Even I have heard about Barbie. There have been a lot of great movies during my lifetime and no, I am not going to start listing. I think the first one involved a shaggy dog which should give me the credit for how many years I’ve been doing this. No, we are now a TV family and even there I watch fewer movies than before. Eyesight. But as I said this is a cultural thing and it is important to know what is going on on the big screen. I think they’ve stopped making those Potter movies and I have never seen anything involving a Spiderman. I am glad that I watched the documentary about cinema. It will give me talking points the next time the subject comes up. And I will not have to admit that I never went for the popcorn to anyone else. As for watching videos we no longer own a VCR, a relic from a past age.

This might be an important news story. In central Ontario, not far from the 407, the roo was recaptured. Based on the standards of Canada this is akin to capturing a Unicorn. And there’s video to back it up. During a routine inter-zoo transfer the attention of the guardians slipped. The marsupial jumped over their heads and headed on down the road. Like something from a fever dream. Three days were spent trying to recapture the got away. Wisely the search teams would stop for darkness. And sometime yesterday they recaptured the errand marsupial. The teams have been briefed about the proper technique. Grab him by the tail and hang on. And someone did. I do not know if there was any wrestling involved but one of the game wardens was punched in the nose. It fits with every cartoon I’ve ever seen except that this was real. I should probably download some of that video footage for my own archives in training. After all Ontario has no corner on the strange market of refugees running from captivity. From what I’ve learned roo is on his way to a new home in a small private zoo. And the guard is expected to recover from his injuries. His pride might take a little longer. I’m sure that when he went into his wildlife management course this was not something on the list of training episodes. But sometimes reality is stranger than fiction. And I have no doubt that a comedy show is going to add this one to their routine. Come on who would have thought in the land of ice and snow a rampant roo.

Have you considered the risks of living on earth if you are a Flat Earth person? For me the thought that I could fall off the edge if I walk far enough is terrifying. I am so glad that gravity exists. I have found another odd way of imagining your place on earth. For brevity, let us refer to them as sovereign citizens. This is a belief that laws do not refer to you. Happily it seems to come into play most often win stop for traffic offences but I digress. From what little research I have taken, it seems that the belief is that once upon a time in law, someone wrote that the law lasted forever. I want that simple word with all its magical powers, others have decided that laws can either be altered nor repealed again as it refers to them. An odd view of your place in society to be sure. Some individuals go to great lengths to prove that they are not subjects. They memorize long passages of old documents. Or, they place fake license plates on their car in the mistaken belief that the authorities will never notice. Given the number of videos available that is a misconception. A decision to not pay taxes also cause trouble for you further down the road. As I said, I am not someone who believes in these things. The earth is round which is why I have never fallen off and I am definitely not a citizen of my own world. But it is fun to watch how others will bend reality to try to prove their mistaken belief. I have too much time on my hands obviously which is why I can go and discover about silliness. It is fun though. Imagine how boring life would be if all you had were volumes of statutes. Oh wait, is that not what lawyers do? Glad I dodged that little rabbit hole.

There is a certain truth to the idea that once you stop looking you will find it. A common theme in adventure games. And in our backyard. Today our first male northern cardinal. A red one just like in the pictures. Stayed just outside the window all afternoon. I still don’t have my penguin but I have my cardinal. One of our neighbors stopped by to find out how you hook up your printer to your computer. To me that is a totally open-ended question akin to how do you make cookies. The ones you eat. Without knowing a whole set of details there is no way to give a recipe for success. And so, he now has our phone number and he will go home and look at his printer and try to decide what is actually there. Better him doing that than me making a road trip. It will probably be easy turn everything on sit back and applied your own success. But, maybe not. As I said earlier too many variables. We have a love hate relationship with our printers. Plural. We recognize things as being in equilibrium and we try not to tilt the table. In printing like so many other things gravity is a factor. I am glad that when I bought toner for the laser all those years ago I bought plenty. We have not run out yet which will mean we do not have to go and buy something new. We no longer print as much as we used to and so we should be good for another long while. Still more practical than finding a pencil and copying out things longhand. I can remember doing that.

Like about half of mankind I have a beard. Not much of a beard. Enough to be noticed but not enough to be praised. From time to time I attack the growth with one of those little plastic razors that you buy at the pharmacy. It takes time but there is rarely any blood spilled. Which leads me into an area where I have no personal experience. The cult of the straight razor. I have never used one although I know how to identify it and I realize that you can do serious bodily harm with one. I’ve seen those movies. However my father did not use one and although I suspect my grand father did, it is a certain thing that my great grand father never had such a tool. He comes from the time when the straight razor and the strap to sharpen it or common. What little I do know about straight razors and their use comes from a cousin of my mother. He was a professional barber and at one point he explained about how you learned to be a Barber. It involved balloons and shaving cream. Again I have no personal experience but he explained that you put the leather on the balloon and then you remove it using the razor. Sharp side out. And you practiced until you got it right. That is no explosion. Perhaps that’s what kept me from never trying to use such a tool on myself, not the movies not the cult, rather the fear of an explosion and air leaving the balloon too quickly. I had an image of my own throat cut at my own hand and I never went there. Now, those little plastic razors we buy at the pharmacy are hopeless it takes almost as long to shave as it does to grow the original hair. And yes I do use the sharp edge of it. There has to be a better way. I think this explains why so many old photos showed men with whiskers. They, too realize the danger and facial hair was not that big an issue. Oh well the weekend continues. Down in town they’re having a parade and I will hear all about it later. That parade features a fellow with whiskers apparently.