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Monthly Archives: April 2006
ow ow ow
So I’m flat on my back, the air acrid with Bengay. My shoulder’s twingeing like a mad thing, almost like being stabbed.
Erie Shores Open
Congratulations to AIM Powergen on opening Erie Shores Wind Farm yesterday.
(no, this isn’t a real picture; it’s a macro shot of my wind turbine in a box.)
This is not the true flarp, dimestore noisemaker
MacArthurVicPark
The cigarette butt was a nice touch to this brutally stomped birthday cake, I thought. I wonder what its story is?
Victoria parkinglot
It’s quicker – a lot quicker – to walk south on Vic Park from Sheppard to Farm Greenway than to catch the bus and have it crawl south over the 401.
Dig those clean electrons, man
Our supply from Bullfrog Power starts today. Those green electrons sure shine bright.
now that’s what I call shoulder pads
Rather too busy gardening and stuff this weekend to blog. I did see this rather unusual flying thing in the garden; a T-shaped bug.
It’s a plume moth, say the good folks at What’s That Bug?
few epiphanies at the Toronto Cycle Show
If I see another $2500 full-sus disk-braked mountain bike, I’ll puke. There were a few tiny things of interest here; please comment if you want the details.
… like the card game
There was one thing I hated about Rumo, and that was finishing it. Walter Moers creates such a complex — yet never serious — fantasy world that leaving it is always hard.
I like the way he’s not afraid to revisit characters from The 13½ Lives of Captain Bluebear. Most fantasy authors are slavish in keeping their characters’ lives consistent across the volumes. Since Bluebear was the most celebrated liar in Atlantis, what do you expect?
It is open!
Donna Cansfield, provincial energy minister, officially opened Kingsbridge Wind Farm today. We had cake.
enraptored
They may have lost, but the Raptors put on a good show tonight. They held the Hornets into double extra time.
I think basketball is rapidly becoming my favourite spectator sport. Don’t think I’ll ever be a sportsfan, but there are worse ways to spend an evening.
growing green
Snapped at the Big Carrot Juice Bar. It’s wheatgrass.
Splodges Abounding to the Chief of Sinners
Guess I’ll have to work on my sensor cleaning game, ‘cos this is what I see (a blue sky, with contrast racked way up, and at 2x scale) on the bottom right of my D70 sensor:
The other troublesome marks are gone, so I guess it kinda works. I used the American Recorder Digital Sensor Swab Kit from Henry’s, and the mirror lock up instructions from brams.dk.
Y’know, that pattern of splodges looks awfully like the indentations on the end of the swab …
no nimh joy in my speedlight
I wonder why my Nikon SB-600 won’t work with (expensive) Panasonic 2300mAh HHR-3SPA NiMH cells? It loves Duracells to death, but won’t even fire once with the rechargeables.
(Oh, and wish me luck; I’m about to clean my the sensor on my D70 for the first time.)
four years
It was snowing four years ago. You don’t forget the first day in a new country.
The British Mountain Bike
Ah, the Cleland Aventura — the very distinctive off-road bike. I wanted one of these something fierce when I was a young ‘un.
tattie scone vibe
Best Scottish/Semitic fusion ever: potato scones with a hummus dip. Num!