Second Gen (2003-2016, 2016- )
I know I should be paying attention to policies, considering how the Leaders would affect the lived of me and my family if elected, but I just can’t stop thinking about the new Tory logo, which is a möbius strip…but one which is not quite formed.
What can it mean?
Woke at the crack of noon. Amazing to get that opportunity with little kids around.
When I woke, CBC was playing Bach’s “Passion of St. Matthew” and making great efforts to explain why this day, in multi-faith times, is a day off – it is, apparently, an example of faith to all the faithful. I don’t know if I buy this. Christmas has been commercialized beyond recognition and Easter is not far behind but Good Friday, the central day of the Christian faith, cannot be drawn in by marketers, the toy makers. You will, of course, note that I was not at morning service nor do I mark the hours of the passion throughout this day matching Christ’s steps to mine. But some do. Just as others mark their holy days untouched by the mall and a dinner. Should this be a day off or is it just a reminder of the past dominance of Christianity in Canadian society? We need to have another day off, for some other faith’s great moment – preferrable on the Friday before Easter.
Easter Monday I have no problem with. At university, lobbying to be excused due to religious observance was joined in by some claiming Easter Monday as a holy day but when asked what occured on the day, there was no answer. It is just Boxing Day in springtime.
I swear it is the first thing I thought of when I saw the van – some faceless bureaucrat approving an application and issuing a cheque. I am sure there is an ACOA grant behind this somewhere. Perhaps even NRC funding.
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.
I am hoping to get into weekend travelling this summer a fair bit and will look south as well as north for stuff to do nearby. So what is there to plan to do this summer across the border in the land of first prize hots?
The “I-Heart-N-Y” site is pretty good for this stuff. Any suggestions out there?
Later: I understand I may find myself here on Cape Cod at some point, too, if Portland is to be believed.
I just noticed this today. Left is President Andrew Jackson on the new $20 bill who was US president from 1829 to 1837. Middle and right is John Kerry, the nominee for Democratic presidential candidate in 2004. The Kerry photo could better show his long face.
Later: I added the one now on the right later.
People moan about February but, as an undergrad pal said every year, it goes like a bat out of hell. Three weeks to March and the weather at a balmy -5 needs no hat or chin-zipped parka. We are closer to leaves coming out than falling and it will be in the twenties here someday within a few weeks if only for that freakish day every year that sees you get that sunburn under the chin and on the shins, sun reflected on snow as you walk around outside too long in shorts.
Was up in Ottawa overnight last night at brother Dougie’s. Played a little 1980’s Coleco and a little 1960’s Munroe, if you know what I mean. The old sets are getting a little tired but I still smoked him. He and me are hockey junk nerds and I took the opportunity to scan a few things including this dandy Golden Seals patch just like the ones I wore on my jeans jacket in elementary school. Made at Voyageur Eblems, New Hamburg, Ontario between Kitchener and Stratford and sold at every Canadian Tire front counter in the mid-70’s.
Took the kiddlies to the Canadian Museum of Civilization – and again wondered why there are not regional Federal museum branches with this stuff moving across the land rather than playing to pretty empty houses in Ottawa. Up on the fourth floor there was a pretty neat-o exhibit on the 1570’s summer iron ore mining expeditions of Martin Frobisher, namesake of my cat, to Baffin Island. [Did anyone call Martin “Frobie” and scratch his belly?] Exactly the kind of small exhibit that could move from province to province every 4 months or so on a tour.
Bag of real bagels for lunch.
…this pretty much sums it up.
