The Vote

We can not have free government without elections; and if the rebellion could force us to forego, or postpone a national election it might fairly claim to have already conquered and ruined us.

It’s not my country but I am very fond of and am protected under the wing of its liberty. Read the entire quotation from Lincoln on the importance of holding the 1864 election at this web site.

Motel

It was not the kind of place I usually would go but there was not much else in the town. Clean and friendly but a bit worn out. The weirdest thing was the neighbouring unit people who brought out a briquette BBQ and cooked steaks on the second story walkway outside the door of the motel. We had to walk around their BBQ with about nine inches to spare. They had credit though as Mrs. BBQ had told off the drinking guys in rooms 24 to 26 well before things got out of hand. Otherwise all went well. These were the textures of our room for a night:

Shop Shock

I am quite stunned to discover that no one has bought this shirt from my rather dusty
shop. I will play with logos so check in from time to time. I am thinking Nova Scotian
fish. I am not getting anything out of this so you would probably be only
aiding the cause of keeping programmers from working in internet pr0n by
supporting this initiative.

But isn’t that worth it?

Later: This is what I was thinking:

…and on a hoodie. I don’t care if anyone buys one of these these – it is just fun playing with this hoodie design widget.

BBQ

One thing about growing up Canadian, you have a sneaking suspicion that you have missed out big time on the whole BBQ ribs thing. You can brag about Canadian beer, about how its a dry cold so you should suck it up or how watching hockey is sooooo much better than any other team sport but then you remember how all those things would be improved by a pile o ‘ribs and you know something is missing. In this morning’s New York Times there is a description of New Yorkers lining up at a ribs-fest:

In New York, demand for great barbecue tends to outstrip supply. A few weekends ago, thousands of ‘cue-seekers descended on Madison Square Park for the Second Annual Big Apple Barbecue Block Party, hoping for a shot at Mike Mills’s Memphis baby backs and Ed Mitchell’s North Carolina ribs. The lines were epic. Some waited it out. Many fled to nearby Blue Smoke, figuring that New York barbecue is better than no barbecue at all. And quite a few — present company included — hopped on the subway to Chinatown and sated the craving with a huge pile of Cantonese spareribs.

I know that fever, BBQ rib fever.   Apparently, I live 2 and a half hours north of a very legitimate ribs joint, the Dinosaur BBQ in Syracuse but it  looks too bikerish for the kiddie set.  Regardless, we are not going that far south this weekend, heading for Oswego checking out the canal, Fort Ontario and Rudy’s, more of a fish joint on the beach, an inland Bill’s. The Kingston Brewpub does a very nice smoked ribs but they are not cheap and not plenty. My ideals would be like the lobster feeds of youth, picnic table covered with newspapers and piled with red sea spiders. Does such a ribs place exist in Canada?