I’m sure this is the seed of a parable, but I’m not sure who’s going to be the one telling it.
Tip o’ the hat to io9.
These were the clouds that flowed by on June 6th, 2013, between half-past-noon and 10:15ish PM.
Photos were taken every 30 seconds. The music was found via a Creative Commons search.
This evening I set up my camera on a tripod, with a wall wart providing power, and pointed at the sky. I used CHDK to ask that it take one photo every 30 seconds till I told it to stop. I started it about 6:30 PM and shut it down about 9:00.
That’s the result.
Next up: more star trails.
Ego-surfing, I found this:
I think it’s gorgeous and amazing, and I feel quite honoured by it.
If it weren’t for Creative Commons licensing, something like this might not exist.
So this happened.
In mid-April , one of the admin assistants from the President’s office caught up with me at coffee time and said, “You’ve been selected as this year’s recipient of the Board of Governors’ community service award.”
I said, “Huh?” I hadn’t even know I was nominated. (I still don’t know who nominated me; it’s a private, confidential deal. But I do thank whoever it might have been.)
I was told I could have up to six guests attend the University’s convocation, if I wanted. Unfortunately, my wife was unavoidably out of town on the date of the ceremony. My mother made the trip from the big city, though, and X, my so-called “judo wife”, came along as well.
Several people asked me if I’d be making a speech; I told them that I hadn’t been informed one way or the other if a speech was expected, so I hadn’t prepared anything. I was ready to ad-lib something short, though, if the need arose. My boss ended up in the seat beside me on the stage, in the second row of the platform party. As the grads were filing across the stage to get their sheepskins, he leaned over and whispered, “So how long is your speech?”
I replied, “I really won’t know till I’m done.” He laughed softly and sat back up.
As it turned out, I didn’t need to say anything; I just stood next to the President, looking pretty, while she read off the bio I’d submitted. Then she handed me the framed certificate, the photographer (a friend of mine, as luck would have it) snapped some photos, the crowd went wild, and I sat down.
After the ceremony was complete, we stuck around for some further photos. X talked me into letting her do the kata-guruma lift for the camera. In our fancy clothes.
(If you don’t know what kata-guruma is, check the video below. Note that X put me back down on my feet, as we didn’t have any mats backstage.)
And that’s how my weekend went. How was yours?
“Name a time, name a place
Chances are I’ve had the means to be there”
I could’ve been at the concert. I ended up not going for a variety of reasons.
Still. I could’ve been there.
For about–let’s see, 2009–1990, carry the 1, uh–almost twenty years I’ve been a fan of Primus and of their moderately mad, frenetic, fantastically talented bassist/lead singer, Les Claypool. I’d always lamented the fact that anytime Primus or Les toured North America, the closest they got was either Toronto or Vancouver, both of which were a little out of my price range.
So when I heard that Claypool was going to hit Winnipeg on his new tour, my first question was, “Where do I get tickets?” (Answer: online.)
Ladies and Gentlemans,
They opened for Les Claypool (concert review still coming, honest). They’re fantastic.
Ah, how I love Canadian cinema.
Found via a site called Yeeeeee.