Syndromes

It is funny how medical science moving to internalize and make a syndrome of more and more things in life:

Researchers at NEC-Mitsubishi say the nation’s office workers are being hit by “Irritable Desk Syndrome”. They say long working hours, cluttered desks and poor posture are making many people ill.

I think I suffer from this. I used to call it being messy and unorganized but I am glad to know I am actually not a lazy arse so much as diseased. Dis-eased. I need more ease. Everyone who knows me know that.

Except NEC-Mitsubishi is not a medical research hospital – it is a computer company that makes things that can clear off your desk. I think I am suffering from medical branding disorder.

The Royal Tavern

My days of bar hopping are long past. The five and a half years of rural life which wrapped up a year ago did its best to kill the habit geographically as did the advent of kids. There are, however, things that are habits and things that are personality traits and I think that the architecture of bars will always interest me. One class could be called the hard little place, that is not a sports bar, not a pub, not a road house. It might be a neighbourhood bar if you didn’t like the neighbours. The old Victory Lounge, formerly in the Lord Nelson Hotel in Halifax, Nova Scotia, or The Green Dory in the Halifax Shopping Centre come to mind as examples as does The Hillsborough Hotel (aka “the hug and slug”) in Pembroke, Ontario. I may, with such an introduction, be slandering the Royal Tavern on Princess street on one particularly non-gentrified block but the place simply does not invite. I would be interested in being proven wrong.

Do you really want everyone to know your name here??

I thought that the adjective “Royal” was not permitted except with government permission. Indeed, as no doubt you all shouted as one at the screen ust now, look up section 10(1)(a) of Ont. Reg 122/91 which makes implying a connection to the Crown a dodgy matter. Did the Queen Mum put in a good word? Maybe she stopped there once in 1937. Most likely the name is saved by section 12(1) and the grandfathering clause for pre 1991 uses. Glad we cleared that up.

Tap Room

The phoney Dickensian touches on the exterior, like the Ye Oldie font illuminated “Tap Room” sign over the door, are intriguing but you can bet the inside will disappoint, that the only thing on tap might be Labatt Blue. Actually it kind of looks like a location for a meeting of toughs on Canada’s first coroner TV drama from the late 60’s, Wojeck.

I prefer the part-licensed spotsThe mock ecclesiastical glass and angled door, detailed below, are interesting but somewhat weird touches. I will have to look again but it appears that to the left of the building there is a filled in carriage arch which would have led to a back stable. There are still a number of these arches around the town. There is one great one in Charlottetown, PEI in a wooden house on one of the streets behind the former The Harp and Thistle.

pipe smokers lounge?

Later: The carriage way is confirmed and even advertised. Apparently the place is very old on the inside even having cobbled or stone floors.

the beadery next door

imaginative name

Could it be clearer?

Back door to the Royal Tap Room

The other day I went back to get the exterior of the rear and was glad to see that the old limestone and double dormers are still there. At City Hall, there is a framed 1875 business directory map of the downtown which shows the building as having the twin dormers and an enclosed walled space out back. From the view below of the inelegant car park you can see reminants of the old walls to both sides of the property with the capping of the wall to the left apparently still intact. Likely it was for horse barns and other out buildings, it is kind of nice to imagine a walled ale garden circa 1840. Come to think of it, though, it is three dormers I am looking at with the one to the right being over the carriageway. The carriageway now feeds into the lean-to like addition to the right of the picture.

What is left of the walled garden

Decision Making

The following passage is from today’s The New York Times article
(perhaps needing password) summing up the
9/11 commission hearings
of the last few days:

Whatever the missteps of the government in the
months and years before the attacks, there was always a lonely chorus of
experts, mostly at lower levels of the intelligence community, warning that the
worst could really happen, even if they did not know how, where or
when.

It may be that whatever ideology of the persons doing the
governing, rather than the volume of the information, it is the distance between
the person informed and the decision-maker that is the critical weakness. A
failure of hierarchy.

Men’s Clothing

stylish

Across from this view on Brock is this one – a men’s shop in an asymmetrical high contrast 1885 brick building. I don’t buy clothes at men’s shops. They exude things I can’t pull off – style, tailoring, funny swirly design sweaters for $165.00. I also have 37 inch arms that none of these shops can fully cover – “it’ll look great if you roll up the sleeves”. I am a LL Bean seconds-shop kind of guy. Too bad. You imagine that in some of these olders shops there are spittoons in the change rooms, boxing magazine subscriptions, supplies of subdued colognes named like “Bermuda Gentleman”.

Some new favourites

Having little to really talk about lately, maybe you would like to check out some new sites I am enjoying:

The New Strobe Web

wowwawawawooooooawooo

Does this uuuuugly site look like a bad
1977 Frampton guitar solo to you? Maybe it will be fixed by the time you see it.
It is strobing.

I love Flash so much. Not because of the same reasons Peter does – I don’t care if
something doesn’t get google indexed as by far the biggest part of the web
isn’t. I love it so much because it is cold fusion, because it is an utter
failure for anything other than pong replicators, I love it because people pay
money for it, put it up in incubators. Flash front pages are like fat men in
clown outfits blocking your way to the store you want to enter. They shout and
jump around telling you how great the store is but they keep you from getting
there.

This site adds that thrill of possible seizure from exposure to strobe.