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Lapsang Souchong Tea
After the NAC performance, we stopped at Boushey’s Fruit Market on Elgin Street with Gav and Emily. While in the tea department, I found a cool tea I’d never heard of. Twinings chinese Lapsang Souchong tea (see also here). I’m thinking of calling this Campfire Tea because it tastes almost exactly like a campfire does (when the smoke blows right in your face, that is).
It definitely tastes like smoke. A very strange experience, but I think I like it!
I think it will be popular with Dan, since he’s willing to make tea with twigs. I believe it will not be popular with Carrie.
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Break Open Play
We went to a National Arts
Centre dance production last night with Gav and Emily. Break Open Play (see also here) was commissioned by the NAC’s youth dance committee with a view to hooking more teenagers on dance.
As background, I should say that I’m not a huge dance afficionado, although I find some dance performances quite enjoyable. I’m definitely not a fan of contemporary dance as a voyeuristic experience; I find many modern dance companies fall back on sexual innuendo onstage.
The beginning of Break Open Play got off to a shaky start, but quickly became much more interesting as the company left the obvious “we’re in bed together” material behind.
The dance piece constantly had me re-evaluating what was an active part of the production, and what was passive. The music (excellent, trancy, by the way) had CD clicks and needle pop sounds which gradually came to become rhythmic devices. The stage dressing, consisting of three large floor-to-ceiling sheets of paper mounted as a sort of segmented cyclorama, was soon attacked with scissors and converted to set piece, then later (with the help of some gaff tape) converted to costume. A brilliant prop was an overhead projector that lit dancers dressed in white; overhead markers coloured the dancers in while we watched. Of course, the projector later became incorporated into the performance as more than a static prop, as did the low cart it was on.
All in all, I enjoyed myself, although I thought the pace dragged a bit from time to time. I wonder what the teenagers thought of it… perhaps they thought it needed to be sexxed up?
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Colour Picker
This cool site allows you to pick colour schemes that work together. Even cooler, it allows you to see what the colours might look like to those with various types of colour blindness (see also fun test plates).
Web safe colours are supported, and black and white type is displayed too. This could have been very helpful when I was deciding on blog colours.
Now, I could have placed this into many different blog categories. Life because sometimes one chooses apartment wall colours. Culture, because (brace for impact) colours likely have some cultural reference, tech:web because of the obvious web applications. Plenty of people might be interested in this cool tool.
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When you can no longer rely on the press to write…
What is with the author of the Globe and Mail’s Toronto girl’s street smarts ended
mayhem? (Sat. Nov 29)
This article is badly written… plain and simple. First, the sentence
structure is almost impossible to follow. Second, the article doesn’t
know whether it wants to be a factual story about:
(a) the details of a toronto homicide,
(b) the girl who called police about the toronto homicide,
(c) a retrospective about Charles Manson,
(d) the provisions of the new youth criminal justice act, or
(e) an opinion piece about the value of open trials.
Let’s look at the writing first:
It is the alleged plan to annihilate the boy’s whole family — supported
by the fact that when his 41-year-old stepfather arrived at the house
shortly after the boy had come from school, he was also assaulted, but
with a baseball bat — and unspecified “cultish” aspects of the case
that have evoked the helter-skelter reference.
I’m trying to read the newspaper, not a Ph.D. thesis, which seems to
be the style on offer here. That last sentence has 54 words, and it
isn’t a good 54 word sentence, either!
There are an average of 31.5 words per sentence in this piece.
The following two sentences are almost incomprehensible. Did the writer
really believe that we were going to be able to extract anything from
these two sentences? 39 and 45 words long? The first is incredibly
poorly punctuated to boot.
Just 100 pounds and 4 feet 10 inches tall, he died of knife wounds to
the throat, his airway and the arteries and veins of his neck slashed
in the assault — what forensic experts sometimes label as classic
“overkill”.
Tellingly, he had only one so-called “defensive injury” to his hands —
these are usually incurred when a victim is able to fight back — and
was likely quickly overpowered by his attackers, just one of whom is
over six feet tall and weighs about 200 pounds.
With respect to the “organization” of the piece, I will give the writer
the benefit of the doubt and believe they were confused about the
purpose of the piece. Really, there is no excuse for the kind of
disorganized writing on offer here. I became more and more incredulous
the more I read through the piece, wondering what sharp turn was
coming next.
The Globe and Mail needs to invest more heavily in careful editing at
all levels. Story editors need to be watching for stories that need to
be broken up to improve their organization. Copy editors must not
allow 53 word sentences to be published in the paper. There is no
excuse for bad writing when it’s your job.
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Messiah
Went to a rehearsal for Messiah this morning. The Ottawa CAMMAC group organizes a community “performance” every year. I think the audience is outnumbered by chorus three or four to one.
This rehearsal was mercifully free of lumbering basses, and was really quite good. A few pitch problems in the soprano section, and the tenors were new to the music, but otherwise quite enjoyable.
The “performance” is on Friday at Dominion-Chalmers United Church, which, incidentally, is the church of my grandmother’s (Edith and Len’s) family.
I also found this site about Messiah’s influence on Beethoven.
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Secret Links
Just for fun, I’m putting “hidden” links into some blog entries. If you put
your mouse over some words, you’ll notice that it underlines. Click to
be rewarded with a link to something I found on google as a cute, if only
tangentially related link.
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Another bed size debate…
…settled by Google.
For some reason I keep having this argument with May about whether queen and
king size beds are the same length or not. For some reason we never have the
leisure to settle this. But tonight, I got into this debate with Carrie and
Kevin, and we have found the solution.
As it turns out, if you don’t buy any extra-long type mattress, then twin and double are the same length (75 inches). Queen and King are the same length (80 inches).
This confirms my suspicion that I would like a queen size bed, so that I can sleep without wanting to be diagonal all the time.
I feel no need for a king size. As May says, you need to make a long distance
call to reach the person on the other side of the bed!
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Cervantes Home Cookin’
I’m (slowly) reading Don Quixote by
Cervantes.
I’ve been enjoying it although I find that because it is so episodic I have
difficulty getting up a real head of steam with it.
Also, what is generally printed as one volume these days is actually two
separate works, published ten years apart (in 1605 and 1615). I’ve
completely read the first book, which I thoroughly enjoyed, but the
second one (like many sequels of today) loses a bit of the fresh edge
of the first.
Still, the books are surprisingly readable (although
this is a contemporary translation, so this may not be surprising
after all) and the story is still quite enjoyable. Widely believed to
have established the paradigm of the novel, Don Quixote is
still a compelling piece of reading besides.
Here’s a short passage that tickled my fancy:
The first thing that caught Sancho’s eye was a whole
steer spitted on a whole elm tree, and in the fire over which it was
roasting there was burning a good-size mountain of firewood; six
earthenware pots that were aound the blaze had not been made in the
common mold, for they were six medium-sized vats, and each could hold
a whole slaughterhouse of meat. Whole sheep were swallowed up and
hidden in them as if they had been mere pigeons. Innumerable were the
hares already skinned and chickens plucked, which hung on the trees
ready for burial in the pots; countless too were the birds and game of
divers kinds hanging from the branches that the air might cool
them. Sancho counted more than sixty wine-skins of more than eight
gallons each, and all filled, as it afterward turned out, with
generous wines. There were also rows of loaves of the whitest bread,
like heaps of wheat piled up on the threshing floors; the cheeses,
arranged like open brickwork, formed a wall, and two caldrons full of
oil, bigger than dyer’s vats, served to fry the fritters, which, when
fried, were drawn out with two mammoth shovels and plunged into
another caldron of prepared honey that stood nearby. There were more
than fifty cooks male and female, all of them clean, busy, blithe, and
buxom. In the swollen belly of the steer were twelve tender little
suckling pigs, sewn up within to give the meat a delicious flavor. As
to the spices of different kinds, they seemed to have been bought not
by the pound but by the quarter, and all lay open to view in a big
chest. Indeed, the preparations for the wedding, though in rustic
style, were plentiful enough to feed an army. (Signet Classics, 2001
Edition, p. 666).
Mmm… Although its been a long time since 1615, what counts as a good
meal has changed very little… a whole
wall of cheese… mmm…
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Cable FAQ
This handy faq
has wiring pinouts for cables. I’m always forgetting these…
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The Distillery District. Toronto. 1 sec @ F2.6
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Working in daylight
Well, it’s that time of year again… the time where it seems that all the
daylight hours are spent locked up at work. Want some time to yourself?
Better like it dark!
This is a stupid system. If I’ve got to spend 8 hours working, why on earth
would I select the only 8 hours of daylight?
What would it be like if we could try to arrange our work hours
so that we got some daylight to ourselves? Assuming one has to work an 8 hour
day, it would seem quite easy enough to swap an afternoon of work for the
equivalent amount of daylight time.
For example, I tend to work from about 10 am to about 6 pm daily. A simple
daylight-preserving work schedule might be to work from 10 until noon, then
stop working from noon until 6 pm, then work until midnight.
Worth a shot? Perhaps I’ll give it a try sometime soon, no more than a few
times a week I think.
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Heating Solved
Well, I have to take back some of what I said about the cold apartment.
Our landlords apparently had the heating people over twice while we were away
in Toronto last weekend, and the results are miraculous, we now have a balmy
72° throughout the apartment, and we are much happier.
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Kwiki
Dan — in his inimitable fashion of always selecting the technology that
I have not selected :P — has decided to create
his weblog
using
Kwiki a perl-based wiki that he asserts is
cool.
He and I have struck a deal to seriously check out each other’s tools,
and also monitor each others’ weblogs so we’ll know someone is
out there.
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Freezing cold
It’s freezing cold in my apartment this morning. We don’t have very functional
windows in here, and I strongly suspect that the landlords are a bit ignorant
as to the proper operation of a hot water radiant heat system.
Temperature in the living room is 57° this morning, and we have 60° in
the hallway.
They are supposed to be bringing in a guy to replace some missing storm
windows, but who knows when that will occur. The landlords seem concerned, but
slightly ineffective at dealing with this problem.
Please send Johnson’s hotshots by fastest post.
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Cardboard… Yes!
We’re lucky to have cardboard. Think of where we would be without it.
Just tonight, I have folded up the bottom of a
Kleenex box and jammed it in
between the window frame and the jamb. This has stopped the window from
rattling back and forth loosely, causing irritating knocking sounds that would
for sure have interrupted sleeping.
I am thinking about what the
cave people must have gone through, not having any
cardboard. How would they stop their heavy wooden window frames from banging?
Not to mention, the fact that they would have had trouble making their
boats
without it.
Shipping things must have really been impossible for cave people. Without
cardboard, most modern shipping companies will
charge extra
for their overnight shipping. And what would they store old photos and
snapshots in without cardboard shoe boxes?
I guess it must have been sheer luck that there are still humans in 2003.
Discovering cardboard so late, we have surely been woefully unprepared for
the new millenium.
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Round Corners!
I spent far too long trying to force HTML to make these round cornered
boxes. My problem
was that I wanted to use a rowspan to make the content space, instead of
using a top and
bottom margin. Emily found this
altogether too funny.
This blog needs to stop being so much template, and start having more content.
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Happy Test #2
I like to eat toast. It is a good snack for when you’re feeling tired and you want to eat some food. I like toast a lot!
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This is my first test
I like blosxom but it is SLOW!! I like to climb things and also I like to eat cake. I may have to upgrade xyzzy to make this fast
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