Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
a night out in '67
Spaghetti with meat sauce, bread & butter
All You Can Eat
after 14 years STILL
from 12noon to 8pm
Toronto's Brown Derby Tavern
to see Robert Reed and Pat Suzuki in The Owl and the Pussycat
at 8:30 pm with ticket prices from $3.00, $4.90 and $5.90
or at home you can turn on the TV and watch
Dick Powell in The Tall Target
Tense suspense story of the plot to kill a President!
at 6pm on WKBW channel 7
if you didn't have a television set yet, there's always the AM radio
where CFRB plays Starlight Serenade from 9:05 - 11:00 pm
Composers included: Rimsky-Korsakoff, Chopin, Puccini, R.V. Williams, Sibelius
or Candlelight & Wine on CHFI
or tune into the FM dial on CJRT and learn in Dutch (lesson #6)
Your choice of movies this week includes:
My Fair Lady (Technicolor)
Alfie ( Restricted) (Technicolor)
Hawaii (Color by Delux)
Dr Zhivago (Adult) (in Panavision Color by Metrocolor)
Sand Pebbles (Color by Delux)
The Ten Commandments (Technicolor)
Georgy Girl (Restricted)
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum (Adult) (Color by Delux)
Melina Mercouri in Topkapi and Never on Sunday (Restricted) (Color)
Sun - Thurs $2.50 for Orchestra and $3.00 for Loges
Fri, Sat, Hols $3.00 Orchestra and $3.50 Loges
Matinees: .50 less than above prices.
8PM and 2PM - reserve seats at Box Office or phone theatre
Smoking in the Loges only.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
the postie has been ... a few times
Life is Beautiful from Inese in Latvia
Sabine in Germany has reindeer near her town!
Maria in Moscow also included cool stamps
and a vintage (1925) shot of the Galata Port in Istanbul from Ahmet.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Mystery solved yesterday when it was discovered the price of the washing machines had risen. Some interesting 'electrical issue'.
A few months ago we were treated to new machines, ones that took smart cards instead of coins. The coin machines were annoying in that instead of just taking quarters, you had to use 1 loonie and 2 quarters, then 3 quarters. So, when the price went up to $2 I guess the machine couldn't handle the dilemma of 2 loonies or 1 loonie and 4 quarters.
Problem solved by getting new machines so the price could be raised by cents: $2.10, $2.20, $2.25, $2.35, $2.45.
And, sneaky bastards, the times get to be altered too. So now instead of a 40 minute cycle, it quietly went down to 38 minutes. At first, I noticed some of the machines were 40 minutes and some 39 minutes, then if you paid attention, you noticed that the machine would jump from 40 to 39 within seconds making you wonder how long that 40 minutes actually was. I never hang around the dismal place to find out.
Oh, there are more tales from the laundry room, but I have more laundry waiting downstairs to be brought up and folded and put away.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
burberry and turkey
Remember that ending scene from Fargo, where the victim is put through the wood chipper?
Except this time there is an awful lot of 'great' prattling on, and on,
"you need a little bit of levity in this job"
"certainly we'll invite a little critiscm for doing this too, but it was fun"
Here is a video showing what happens to the turkeys that don't get pardonned.
Friday, November 21, 2008
organization is fun
And I love it.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
(SITTIN' ON) THE DOCK OF THE BAY- written by Otis Redding and Steve Cropper - lyrics as recorded by Otis Redding December 7, 1967, just three days before his death in a plane crash outside Madison, Wisconsin - #1 for 4 weeks in 1968
Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothin's gonna come my way
So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, yes
Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin' on the dock of the bay
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Back in the '70's some people went out hunting for wild goats on Pinta Island off the coast of South America. They found a very old tortoise instead. He was taken to the Galapagos National Park where much fuss was taken over his care. After so many years living alone, apparently without even the wild goats for company anymore, he was not the happiest of tortoises in this new environment, but as they all do, he adapted. But, the big guy was the last of his kind and other people wanted children and grandchildren. So the dating life began. He was put on a diet, given training in manners, and several female playmates. George was not particularly interested in playing. He was given a male playmate. No interest there, either. Well, no one actually ever saw anything, so maybe?.... Two other tortoises who were found to be distant cousins were brought in to share his space. Maybe he just wanted some family, someone he could relate to on a basic, primal level, the people thought. For 36 long years, the people waited and watched and hoped for a little action.
Now, George has been estimated to be somewhere between 60-90 years old. That means that perhaps for more than half his life he has lived alone, with his thoughts and his own dreams. So when this dating thing happened, well, turtles have a lot of time on their hands. One thing they know is patience. He's had a lot of time to think things through. Sure, he has his unique genes (so he's been told, he's never seen them) but what else could he offer any offspring? What was the point of it all, he probably asked himself, many times. He had his house, but none of his kids would want to be burdened with that, they would all have their own houses to take care of. He hadn't any particular interests or talents to pass on. It probably seemed to be way too much to bother with. And he'd never get to be all alone again, which he infinitely preferred. Not everyone who lives alone is lonely.
But then it seems he thought again. Perhaps to utterly shock all those annoying, gawking people, or to give the tabloids some fresh fodder. Or maybe he is just a joker afterall. For suddenly, one of the gawkers found some eggs in a nest and then a little later found more eggs in another nest. Twice! Excitement. Congratulations. New introduction cards were being made up: Papa George.
Turtles are known for laying infertile eggs. They don't need a male to help with that, either.
I know this. I have my own turtle with gender issues. Otis was a happy boy and was thoroughly shocked when he suddenly started laying eggs. To suddenly discover that one could do this, all by oneself, shook him to the core. He couldn't deal with the thought that now he'd have to wear a bow and false eyelashes a la Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck to distinguished [herself] from the other boy turtles.
No, he was so shocked, he quickly ate the evidence and hoped it would never happen again.
Perhaps, Lonesome George is chuckling to himself.
Who says he's lonely?
Monday, November 17, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
holiday coffee cups
Here's what you need to know
Tim Hortons is a fast food restaurant, though it is primarily known as a coffee and donut shop and there are more of them in Canada than any other fast food chain. They are in stand alone stores on main streets, on corners, highways, in shopping mall food courts, gas stations, big box hardware stores, grocery stores, hospitals, schools. There are stores that are strictly drive thru and there are stores that are open 24 hours. In other words, they are inescapable. It wasn't always so, but in the last 15 years the number of stores and throwaway, disposable coffee cups has pretty much exploded.
If you think this is fun, then wait till you see what happens to the cups in February.
it's here! let's cook!
Believe you me, a missing calendar will generate slightly more complaints than a missing crossword section. The Milk Calendar has been around for over 30 years linking millions of Canadians to a common nail on the kitchen wall. People collect these and save them for years. Whether they actually cook from them is another thing. A while ago, I finally tossed my 14 year collection that had been tucked away in the drawer with the tea towels (which I also rarely used) when I finally admitted that I didn't actually like most of the recipes.
Most of the recipes seem to be a little ... uninspiring. All will naturally include milk, though many to a questionable extent. Does one need to put milk in a stirfry? or with a tomato based sauce? or with italian seasonings? and wouldn't coconut milk be far better in a curry? There will always be a muffin and loaf, a pasta, a soup, a smoothie and perhaps a cereal. All of them are said to become a "favourite" of your family.
For the truly curious you can check out the online interactive version here and decide for yourself. You just won't be able to hang it on the kitchen wall nail reserved for this ultimate iconic bit of Canadiana.
But, I have extras ... let me know if you desperately need one. The squares are nice and big for writing notes in.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Vera Duckworth dies on Coronation Street.
Kay Chancellor dies on the Young & the Restless.
each is an original cast member of their respective soap - in a sea of young newcomers.
Genoa City is about to be challenged in a way that Weatherfield could never imagine.
And wouldn't you know it, but it was crazy warm last night. 14C!!
However, SANTA arrives this weekend. Cause for great excitement. And for the weather to turn nasty. Santa cannot be arriving with the temperature in the teens - he'll melt. Or be grouchy. Or just sweaty and ...ripe.
But, I am ready.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
The Timmy's holiday cups are here!
It takes so little to make me smile.
older version, taken from flikr.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
All these mergers and acquisitions and resulting name changes are so confusing for us average citizens. Television and radio stations that keep changing their call letters. Highways, that change numbers and for years have a small sign under the new one saying "formerly HWY 93". Sporting events, like the Molson Indy which became the Molson Grand Prix, but is now the Honda-Steelback Grand Prix. Or the Rogers or Rogers AT&T Cup which used to be known as Player's then DuMaurier Tennis before cigarette advertising was banned. It has evolved from a Championship to an Open to a Masters and a Cup. No wonder most people will just say "did you watch the tennis?", nobody but the sponsor really cares what the name is in the title. Theatres and venues that keep changing names is also confusing. Once I and a friend were on our way to see The Lion King when he turns to me and asks the best way to get to the Canon Theatre. I'd never heard of it. He assumed I knew where places were in Toronto and I used to before all the name changes. Turns out it used to be the Pantages which used to be the Imperial (which used to be a Famous Players cinema before it became a Cineplex Odeon cinema) which was originally the Pantages as a vaudeville theatre. I have no idea what the new names are for all the buildings in Exhibition Place, and will not be surprised if or when one day the CNE is taken over by a new sponsor and suddenly becomes some long cumbersome- hyphenated-made-up name that is likely too embarrassing to say. It will forever and always just be the "Ex". Which should be the most appropriate name.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Beautiful Seasons on Mars: like Earth, Mars has seasons because it is tilted on its axis. Images show the seasonal changes in the Martian Arctic around NASA's Phoenix Mars Lander's landing site. The polygonal (cracked surface) terrain's results from this seasonal freezing and thawing.
Phoenix Retro Robot: Growing up, many of today's scientists and engineers were inspired by sci-fi toys and the possiblities of exploring space. We commemorate NASA's 50th anniversary with the successful 2008 Phoenix Mars Lander and strive to inspire the next generation to turn science fantasy into reality.
created by James Egan
Has anyone else been following Phoenix M Lander's exploits on twitter?
It is believed that Phoenix has become frozen on Mars' North Pole where there is now little sunlight to power itself. He landed on Mars back in May and sent back 25,000 images after outliving his NASA team's expectations while exploring and analysing the red planet's surface. Maybe to combat a little loneliness, he even had a humorous and informative twitter account where he could express his excitement over finding water or answer questions, managed by a NASA employee who created a personality for the lovable little robot - and garnered quite a following.
For everyone asking, here's a longish article on the possibility of surviving winter: http://is.gd/3KRL (um, I don't like that title). 11:32 PM Oct 8th from web
I saw this beautiful sunrise yestersol: http://tinyurl.com/55zoce Bittersweet, as it means an end to midnight sun in the Martian arctic. 3:35 PM Aug 26th from web
Are you ready to celebrate? Well, get ready: We have ICE!!!!! Yes, ICE, *WATER ICE* on Mars! w00t!!! Best day ever!! 5:14 PM Jun 19th from web
If you are reading this, then my mission is probably over.
This final entry is one that I asked be posted after my mission team announces they’ve lost contact with me. Today is that day and I must say good-bye, but I do it in triumph and not in grief.
As I’ve said before, there’s no other place I’d rather be than here. My mission lasted five months instead of three, and I’m content knowing that I worked hard and accomplished great things during that time. My work here is done, but I leave behind a legacy of images and data.
In that sense, you haven’t heard the end of me. Scientists will be releasing findings based on my data for months, possibly years, to come and today’s children will read of my discoveries in their textbooks. Engineers will use my experience during landing and surface operations to aid in designing future robotic missions.
But for now, it’s time for me to hunker down and brave what will be a long and cold autumn and winter. Temperatures should reach -199F (-128C) and a polar cap of carbon dioxide ice will envelop me in an icy tomb.
Seasons on Mars last about twice as long as seasons on Earth, so if you’re wondering when the next Martian spring in the northern hemisphere begins, it’s one Earth-year away—October 27, 2009. The next Martian summer solstice, when maximum sunlight would hit my solar arrays, falls on May 13, 2010.
That’s a long time away. And it’s one of the reasons there isn’t much hope that I’ll ever contact home again.
For my mission teams on Earth, I bid a special farewell and thank you. For the thousands of you who joined me on this journey with your correspondence, I will miss you dearly. I hope you’ll look to my kindred robotic explorers as they seek to further humankind’s quest to learn and understand our place in the universe. The rovers, Spirit and Opportunity (@MarsRovers), are still operating in their sun belt locations closer to the Martian equator; Cassini (@CassiniSaturn) is sailing around Saturn and its rings; and the Mars Science Laboratory (@MarsScienceLab)—the biggest rover ever built for launch to another planet—is being carefully pieced together for launch next year.
My mission team has promised to update my Twitter feed as more of my science discoveries are announced. If I’m lucky, perhaps one of the orbiters will snap a photo of me when spring comes around.
So long Earth. I’ll be here to greet the next explorers to arrive, be they robot or human.
It's been a great pleasure to have Mars Phoenix guest blogging for us [gizmodo], reminiscing back on a successful mission via its personality conjurer, the great Veronica McGregor at JPL—maintainer of Phoenix's famous Twitter feed. Just as Doug McCuistion from NASA said on the news conference today, it's certainly more of an Irish wake than a funeral today. We're drinking to you tonight, little buddy.
90 years on ...
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
a weekend ... of silence
windows closed against the wind
blinds half drawn against the rain
I sleep ...
sometimes I dream
Saturday, November 8, 2008
In spite of the warmth and sunshine that has brought a smile to my face, it has been a crap week.
It started with a flat tire. The spare, no less. It was still on the car from the other flat tire a couple of weeks ago while I waited to get snow tires put on. Luckily the regular tire had been easily 'plugged' and repaired as I had another flat the next day. A hunk of metal on the Gardiner, shredded it. Missed my appointment for that one. I am still waiting to get my car door fixed as the part that took 10 days to arrive did not fit and must be re-ordered. On the upside, at least it has been reasonably warm and not too rainy. But it's coming. Then last night whilst attempting to manoeuvre into a driveway, I scraped and dented the car door on some pointlessly placed and newly installed bricks surrounding a postage stamped size bit of lawn. The townhouse complex also has several dozen huge rocks lined up and the tenants are worried about their placement, too. The entrances and yards are all at ground level, so the bricks are for what purpose?
I realize that I have been experiencing increasing pain in my hands and fingers which may or may not be arthritis. And I have a very irritating hangnail on my thumb. Both of which makes both of my jobs ... painful.
Later, I stopped off at a store that shouldn't be selling groceries but does anyway and often has butter on special for almost half price. They didn't have butter, for half price or otherwise (strange?) but they did offer Ben&Jerry's for $2 off. Yep, Chunky Monkey came home with me. Yep, I ate the whole thing. All by myself.
And now, to round out the week, I will share with you that I have been 'tagged' from The Sagittarian who lives in New Zealand and usually has some very entertaining musical videos at the end of blog posts. She wants to know about my most embarrassing album purchase. Yes, I am of a certain age where there are many embarrassing 70's and even 80's songs that might have made it to my iPod playlist, if there'd been such a thing (which I still don't have) so there was a bit of cringing as I reached back into my memory...
While I also was among the throngs of teenage girls listening to The Osmonds, and The Jackson Five, and The Partridge Family (well, David Cassidy) I was not alone, so even though it is cringe-worthy now, and even was a little bit then, I was not alone, so nope none of those would be my most embarrassing choice. Though, unlike the Sagittarian's pick, I never got into Donny and Marie. That is embarrassing. I remember sometimes wishing as a teenager that I was more into edgier music, but I was attracted to the softer sounds. Folk was big. And so was country for a couple of years. And by country, I mean The Oak Ridge Boys. And Alabama. Okay, and Glen Campbell. But, I remember being really happy listening to them at the time, so that can't quite qualify as embarrassing.
No, the one that sticks in my mind as being the most useless piece of music I've ever owned (and quite possibly, if I check the box where I know there are some 45's nesting, still own) would have to be this choice (see below). I know I bought it in Scotland during my first or second visit when it was a huge obnoxious hit. And I know it brought back memories to many people when it was featured on an episode of Life On Mars - UK version (because many people on youtube commented so), but for the life of me --- what was I thinking?
You'll need to move down a post to witness the video, could not manage to get both on the same post, for some reason.
Because I want to share my pain, I invite Citizen of the World who educated us about ohrwurms or earworms (I prefer the German myself), XUP who must have a song or two in her past, Mr Nighttime who claims to be influenced by music, and just to get to know you better Jo to go back in time and expose your own personal humiliation. Anyone else who wants to play along, I'll not dissuade you.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
In the meantime, for those of you who are not experiencing this meteorological high, I send you off to read this story miwise posted the other day.
scroll down to yard work as viewed from heaven
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
more mail - postcards
From Silja - Finland
Please, I need help with this uploading/downloading - this took forever and if you click on them you'll see that the images are ginormous, which is not what I wanted. These were uploaded using Microsoft Scanner and Camera Wizard and I cannot see how to make the image smaller. Should I be using something else?
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
you've got mail
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Today is also a day of thinking about the departed. My culture is one that does not celebrate death, or the rituals of death. This is also partly my family custom. We have no grave sites for visiting. The one grandparent who was alive when I was born died when I was 10. My father did not have much to do with his family, my mother's family were all in Scotland and I was a teenager before I ever met any of them. Death was not a part of my family until recently. We have been rather fortunate for that, but also extremely unprepared. I was looking up some references for writing this, specifically an excellent production shown on PBS (POV: a Family Undertaking) about different death customs in various cultures and got sidetracked into reading many articles surrounding rites and rituals and ceremonies and how they have changed over the years and centuries. How much we have distanced ourselves from death and from the dying. In some way I wish we had a Day of the Dead. I wish we had a communal gathering to remember; a communal place to remember.
Today was a service for remembering at the seniors home where my mother moved into 2 years ago. There have been many deaths in that home during this year, including my mother and three of her close friends. A part of me did not want to go. Another part of me was glad to go. Glad to be a part of the service just by being present. Glad that there was a service. Glad that it was a beautiful November day for it. Glad that, when one wished to look away, there were still golden and yellow leaves hanging on some of the trees just beyond the large windows.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
It is a minor miracle that all of these original features are still intact, though admittedly, it does look a little worse for wear - but at its age, a well deserved wear!
The heating is probably not the most efficient, and there is no A/C, but there are so many huge windows in a design for maximum cross breezes. The attic even has usable space - 10' ceiling at it's lowest - and great views up the mountain.
If I'm still in the area and still blogging, I'll let you know the outcome, because you know I'll be heading for the condo tours!