Seized Back just like Belfour

It is the season for injured bloggers but with the playoffs coming up that is to be expected. Think I will spend the day laying on the floor taking numbing drugs. It’ll pretty be like my 1980s, I guess.

Speaking of playoffs, there is a move afoot to continue the grand tradition of my internet hockey pool via this digital venue – really only as a link to the site of a friend who administers on a real live interactive data base what I started in 1996 or ’97 with a pad of paper and email. We will speak on that later p’raps.

We Are The People

Slide tackler, 1904

The National Portrait Gallery in London, UK, has a display, which opened ysterday, as well as an on-line presence for the “We Are The People” collection of 1000 postcards from the first half of the 1900s. We have a number of these kind of postcards produced for individuals by photograpy studios including one of my great-uncle John going off as an infantry man to be sent a bit off the norm by the trenches of WWI. They must have been a cheap way to reproduce photos to pass around to family members as none of the postcards we have were ever sent. A few more pics at the BBC. Nice jersey, not quite well left.

Blogs Fringe

Via Michael – why do people get upset when they are told that blogging is fringe, that only maybe 50,000 to 100,000 are actually writing anything on the internet semi-regularly? Having a hobby is good. Not everyone is cut out for the rough and tumble of stamp collecting or toothpick bridge building. Blogs are no different.

Oh…you thought it made you important and a mover and shaker? Oh, dear.

Java based fear

sofa slouch java

I think I ran out of coffee and forgot to pick any up. Too late now. What’ll I do in 8 hours, bleary, facing nothing but tea? Will I go to work early to get an extra mug in? If you like your boss but you go in early only because you ran out of coffee at home and not to get a start on that report…do you tell him? Can you make a pot of tea with nine bags?