I can’t say I’m a fan of the new interface, but there’s still a lot of great photography to be found on Flickr. This one made me laugh aloud:
So serious.
Part-time prevaricator
I can’t say I’m a fan of the new interface, but there’s still a lot of great photography to be found on Flickr. This one made me laugh aloud:
So serious.
They were selling daffodils at a table at Sobeys when I got some groceries. $7 a bundle, all proceeds to the Canadian Cancer Society.
For Darcy.
For Silvio.
For Dave, with whom I shared a birthday.
For Carol.
For Ryan.
For Nick.
For Moe.
For Xeni.
For Jay.
For Adam.
For anyone that cancer has touched, anywhere in the world, anytime in the history of people.
Fuck cancer.
If you haven’t heard — or heard of — Abby Travis, here’s a sample:
Her first 3 CDs (Glittermouth, Cutthroat Standards and Black Pop1, and The Abby Travis Foundation) are on sale for $5 each — get ’em at her online store — toward the bottom of the page. With shipping to Canada, they come to $29 USD.
This inspired a bit of reminiscence between me and a co-worker:
Pat J: I saw Terror of Tiny Town live at SUDS
Pat J: and at the Unwinder, back in the day
Craig: yeah my buddy’s band opened for them at the Unwinder
Pat J: really?
Pat J: they changed their name like three times during their set, IIRC
Pat J: started out Bitch Jihad and ended up Magnum something
Pat J: or the other way around
Pat J: TOTT was opening for some Canadian grunge band
Pat J: after they played I left, because nothin’ was gonna top what I’d just seen and heard
Pat J: not a single track on the CD I bought is a disappointment
Pat J: but Burkina Faso is a favourite
Craig: I need to get a tape from my buddy — not sure what band they were when they opened…
Craig: Kilgore Trout maybe?
Craig: but they had a side project called Forces of Destruction
Craig: and they have a song called Grand Moff Tarkin
Craig: and it’s great
Pat J: they were Magnum Jihad at the end, Seven Year Bitch at the start
Pat J: and Geoff Berner, the lead singer for TOTT, took the stage and said, “Let’s have a round of applause for, uh, Bitch Jihad, or whatever that was”
Craig: haha
Extreme: “Mutha, Don’t Want to go to School Today”
See it on Flickr: http://flic.kr/p/hdcMST
I showed a movie about Scotch at the Evans Theatre…
…then took my camera and my tripod to a country road just outside of town.
We watched the first episode of Sherlock’s series III. No spoilers.
I have to buy tickets for Les Misérables. Don’t let me forget!
Reading in bed last night, I came across this gem:
It is always a temptation to say that such feelings are indescribable, though they seldom are.
— Gene Wolfe, The Sword of the Lictor (vol. III in the Book of the New Sun tetralogy), chapter XXII: “The Skirts of the Mountain”
In a single line the author eviscerated a fairly common trope in SF/F writing. Now and forever after, when I read a sentence stating that X was indescribable or referring to an indescribable colour or an indescribable feeling, I’m going to wonder: Is it really indescribable, though, or is the author simply not interested enough to describe it to me?
I’ve taken the lesson to heart, though: from here on out I’ll be doing my best to excise indescribable from my own lexicon.
I’m sure this is the seed of a parable, but I’m not sure who’s going to be the one telling it.
USA:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUeP5B1x4C0
China:
And now it’s sent back a photo of all of us.
Tip o’ the hat to io9.
…so far.
First, I said “à la prochaine” to work in the traditional way.
Then I went to a Moroccan-themed Christmas party with my lovely wife…