Congratulations on winning the best animated short with Ryan.
I do fear it might be rather expensive (it’s £1225 in the UK; meep!), and the company name could use some help: Used. I don’t think it translates well. While I suspect the designers were looking to reinforce utility, to me it sounds like it’s had a previous owner or two …
Man, I bought a lot of pencils this week. There’s nothing quite able to cure that tactile jones than writing with a blade-sharpened wooden pencil on good paper. Let me see:
- 10 Canadiana Naturals bare wood pencils (which, with irony almost morissettian, are made in the USA).
- 2 Canadiana red marking pencils
- 2 Faber Castell 9000 pencils. These are almost worth the 5× premium over Canadianas, as they don’t have those semi-useless erasers on the end that destroy the pencil’s balance.
- a Staedtler 0.9mm mechanical pencil (which I’m never going to use the Opinel on, never fear).
So all I need now is a couple of non-photo blues and a bible highlighter or two, and I am the king of pencils!
I’m reminded of the “world’s biggest pencils” that were the coolest things an 8-year-old could have in a Scottish primary school. Brought back from exotic holiday locations, they were enough to win playground approval for a few days by letting your friends have a shot. I always wanted one of these 40cm überpencils, but it didn’t happen then.
When I did get one, it was three years later, and the cachet was gone. To compound the disappointment, the pencil I got depicted the staid provincial crests of Belgium on a cream-of-chicken-soup–coloured background. To write with it was to be a hamfisted infant again; it looped and swayed against my will. Its lead was narrow and the wood was tough, resisting all sharpening. There was no “sharkener” (as sharpeners were pronounced in my primary school) that would point the thing. It was soon consigned to the back of the cupboard.
Canadian music is a small world. Earlier in the week, I’d been told not to miss The Duhks, but I couldn’t make the show. Wouldn’t you know it, but WJ Ruth Moody was the lead singer of Scruj MacDuhk, the precursor of The Duhks.
8:48 this morning, on the south side of the tracks about half way between Appleby and Burlington, I saw a groundhog digging. Though it’s still a bit parky (something like -6 °C), it does seem that winter might finally be on its way out.
The sight of groundhogs always fills me with more joy than it should. I mean, the idea that a terrier-sized rodent can still live in decent numbers in an urban environment with having been hunted out of existence, amazes this Scot.
Still, there’s a lot of weather to go by before we hear these guys again …
In subsequent years, friends at the magazine would visit or send gifts: books, flowers, a basket of cheeses and fruit. But after a while she found such attentions hard to bear. She missed the work that she could no longer do. To one correspondent she sent a beautiful letter, frank and kind, needlessly grateful, which ended with the sentence “Please forget about me.”
Says the Guardian: Edinburgh residents reject c-charge plan.
Och well, their loss. I still think the best thing to come out of Edinburgh is the train to Glasgow …
8:22 this morning, on the bus to Toronto airport.
post ten items to Freecycle Toronto — get 60+ responses in under five minutes. Meep!
I sort-of needed a notebook, and well, it might as well be a moleskine. No, I’m not falling for the hype that this will make me write like Chatwin or Hemingway. No, I haven’t numbered the pages, either. It’s just a notebook. It was about the same price as the others I was looking at, so if the hipster cred comes free, I’m all for it. And they have wind turbines in their catalogue, too.
I got it at Essence du Papier (caution! blank website) in the Toronto Dominion Centre. They have nifty fountain-pen stuff there too, like Herbin inks. I also saw a decent selection at B. Sleuth & Statesman, Inc. in the Exchange Tower. They too have things to transport the pen nerd to happiness.
Aargh. Catherine woke me up with, “Did you mean to sleep in until 6:30?”
The answer to that one’s no. I mean, I now know I can get out the house in less than half the time I usually do, but that’s not to say I enjoyed it.
And consequently, I love this: Online Etymology Dictionary
It’s a very small and inadequate thing, but that journey can’t be started without the first step.
I’ve updated to WordPress 1.5. Dig the slowness.
Made my usual coffee in the office today; mug of water in the microwave for 2:34, and a couple of tablespoons of Alternative Grounds sustainable, organic Costa Rican waiting in the Mug Mate. I didn’t think much of the fact that I had about 2/3 of my usual liquid level in the mug, and threw the filter in anyway.
A couple of seconds of extreme frothing over later, I realised this was not so smart. I’d superheated the water, and the grounds and mesh of the filter were providing excellent bubble nucleation sites. Apart from having to mop up very weak coffee from a very wide area, no harm was done. I certainly didn’t come anywhere near burning myself.
Snopes’s article on the microwave boilover urban legend is pretty good, despite the noxious popups.
Looks like I might need these soon: CIC Canada | Citizenship Applications