A song, from my French immersion schooling, about sunflowers. (Every time I see
a field of sunflowers, this song comes to me.)
Le tournesol, le tournesol
n’a pas besoin d’une boussole ni d’arc-en-ciel, ni d’arc-en-ciel pour se tourner vers le soleil
The sunflower, the sunflower
has no need of a compass nor of a rainbow, nor of a rainbow, to turn its face to the sun
One thing I didn’t remember from elementary school music sessions in the library at École Laurier: that bassline.
Brandon University, as part of its Homecoming this year, brought Colonel Chris Hadfield to Town to give a talk.
It was amazing. I came away inspired and hopeful.
My wife and I still have “Major Tom” stuck in our heads.
Also apparently I never quite gave up the boyhood dream of going to space.
The drilling truck arrives.
Ten years ago, in August, we had geothermal heating and cooling installed for our house.
Ten years ago, we had our natural gas cut off permanently, because we no longer need it.
61 st birthday to the Space Race.
4, 1957: Sputnik becomes Earth’s first artificial satellite. 1
Now. When do we get back to the Moon?
Ten years later, this still makes me chuckle.
Macduff at the end of the Scottish play.
I went out to try to get some meteors during the
2018 Perseid shower, and I don’t think I captured a single one. (I saw two, but they were where my camera wasn’t pointed.)
But at least I got some nice star trails, on a dark and moonless night, despite the smoke in the air.
…and it’s sort of my fault.
It started with a request for book suggestions: Nikki was looking for books that “captured [my] soul”.
I made a suggestion, naming a couple of my favourite short-story authors. (
FYI, Kelly Link goes by @haszombiesinit on The Twitters.)
Michael Swanwick, as is his wont, replied.
I offered up my
2-year-old review of Get in Trouble.
Mr. Swanwick agreed with me.
Kelly Link chimed in.
And then it all kind of snowballed.
So I’ve got that to look forward to. I hope it comes to pass; I think it’d be a fascinating interview.
Tuesday and Wednesday were a lot like Monday, except I didn’t set my alarm for
2: 30 AM either day. Thursday
I got up, wrote, read, wrote some more, then headed to Winnipeg, to see my friend
Chadwick Ginther launch his new novel, , at Graveyard Mind McNally Robinson.
Chadwick reading from Graveyard Mind.
On my way, I happened upon a lovely field of sunflowers, so I stopped for a few photos. None of them turned out, because I neglected to turn on the autofocus on my lens. But that’s
OK, because I went back today (Friday) to scout the spot for a possible round of star trails later tonight, and I got this photo:
One sunflower, looking back
And then, after visiting with some friends in Winnipeg (thanks for the iced tea, Mike
& Michelle!), I stopped in at the abandoned house near Erickson, and got about a half-hour’s worth of star trails.
Star trails above the abandoned house
It was about
2: 30 AM when I got back to the cabin (hmm, I seem to have an affinity for that time…), so I started the star-trail GIMP plugin whose eventual output you see above, then went to bed.