Thanks to YouTube’s sometimes erratic algorithm, I was offered a video of the 1968 Hockey Night in Canada theme. Back in Duncan and growing up in the 1970s, HNIC was a Saturday night staple in our home, with the living room TV always tuned to the game. I’ve heard the theme song probably hundred of times, but the last time I heard it may have been the last time I watched HNIC, which was probably the mid 80s.
Until tonight. And hearing it again, I not only felt that intoxicating pull of nostalgia you get from childhood music, but it also struck me what a damn good theme it is. The brass section just blasts the thing. No wonder so many think of it as Canada’s unofficial second anthem.
I’ve never watched Stargate SG-1, but I knew the series was shot around Vancouver. Looking over the Wikipedia page, I found this entry for one of the characters, played by Corin Nemec:
From the country of Kelowna on the planet Langara. As someone who worked at Langara College for almost nine years, I find this quite amusing. It also reminds me of a first season episode of The X-Files where Mulder and Scully go the sleepy town of Steveston, Massachusetts, which looks suspiciously like Steveston, BC. I mean, it saved them having to change any of the signs when shooting on location. It’s just smart planning.
I am having trouble motivating myself to write about whatever on this blog. I’m not sure exactly what causes this occasional ennui. Ironically, “ennui” is kind of fun to say out loud.
The weird part is years ago I gave myself permission to post anything here, so it’s not like I’m waiting until I have something important to say. The dozens of cat pics are testament to that.
I’ve looked through some recent photos I’ve taken and here’s one I haven’t posted from my shopping cart oeuvre1this is a word I can never spell correctly without looking it up first:
I like the juxtaposition of all the various objects, plus the blurry vehicle whizzing by.
There, ennui defeated by shopping cart. I take my victories where I can.
Yes, today, on March 10th, less than 10 days before spring begins and after a winter featuring no snow at all in New Westminster, it snowed.
To be fair, after a few hours, it sputtered out and turned to rain and there’s only a small chance of any further snow, which will also get washed away as morning temperatures rise.
But still.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate snow–as long as it stays on the mountains, where it belongs. Or, like, the North Pole. That’s fine, too. And wherever penguins (naturally) live.
Yesterday the provincial government announced it would be switching to permanent Daylight Saving Time–henceforth to be known as Pacific Time and that moving clocks forward an hour this coming weekend will be the last time British Columbians will do so.
I am both surprised and happy about this. Surprised because the government had taken the position of waiting for the western states to switch first, so the whole Pacific coast could be in sync. After years of waiting and nothing happening, I just assumed this was another promise that would never be fulfilled.
But then the BC government decided, six years after a survey indicated overwhelming support for the time change, to lead by example and hope others would follow. We join the Yukon, which made the switch two years ago.
Unsurprisingly, some people are unhappy and pretty much any discussion of the change will have these people popping up grousing about how we should have switched to permanent standard time, not daylight time, because that means more light in the morning rather than the evening. I get it. But please, just let people be happy and enjoy the moment (I stopped reading any discussions related to this).
For me, it’s great. Changing the clocks twice a year has always been awkward and weird, with little benefit to modern living, so I’m glad to see we’re getting rid of it. I prefer more light in the latter part of the day, even as I understand the arguments for having more in the morning. I’m counting this as a rare win for common sense in a year and time (ho ho) that seems largely devoid of it.
I somehow forgot what you call a piece of land that extends into water–a peninsula (duh), but searching for the term brought me to this site and the map showing all the different types of terrain and water types is information-dense in a good way, and just plain cute.
Also, it reminded me what an isthmus is, other than a word your tongue wants to twist.
I was power-washing some concrete stairs in our condo complex this afternoon and when you get to one of the corners of a step, it’s surprisingly tricky to avoid having the spray bounce back directly at you.
Which it did, multiple times. And with something like 2,500 PSI of force, you definitely notice it. It’s not often my face gets gritty, but it did today.
But a good portion of the steps are clean now, so it was worth it!
Before:
Dirty steps. And a stroller that appeared jusrt as I snapped the photo.
After:
Clean steps! Plus the stroller has returned to the stroller dimension from whence it came.
I am in the hallway of some kind of school, possibly a college or university. For some reason the floor is carpeted. There are several people with me that I know in the dream, but I can’t recall if they were actual or dream people. Doors to nearby classrooms are open. There is a lot of water on the carpet, leaving it quite saturated in some spots. There are some green frogs scattered about, one a fairly big size (for a frog), the others small.
I am wearing blue jeans. I look down at one of my legs and see the jeans are wet. It is not because I failed to get to the loo in time, it’s just water. But from that water emerges a tiny frog, as if manifesting from the frog dimension and onto my leg. It hops onto the floor and joins the other frogs. I see more frogs appear out of the saturated carpet.
Before the frogs can take over the world, which was undoubtedly their plan, I awaken.
The Delivery Van
Or possibly a moving van, but I’m pretty sure it was a delivery van. I am riding shotgun and the driver is a nervous young guy, maybe 18 or 19. We are returning the van to the lot from which it was rented/borrowed. I am aware the van is semi-autonomous, but the kid is driving and in full control.
We get to the lot and there is another similar van there, which becomes relevant shortly.
From a room with large glass windows, almost like a control tower at an airport, a supervisor of some sort guides us in. He tells the kid over the radio to line the van up with some kind of docking mechanism. The important part is, just as the van connects, the kid has to push a comically large button on the dashboard. The kid muffs on the timing and the van fails to dock. This causes it to wheel off back into the lot and somehow it becomes more autonomous and sort of out of control, but very slowly out of control. Think of the steamroller in the first Austin Powers move, like that.
The supervisor from the control room somehow manages to climb into the driver’s side to take over. The kid has either disappeared or got out real quiet-like, making me wonder why I couldn’t have done the same. The other delivery van is kind of looping around us and while it’s not explicitly stated, I understand this is a bad thing.
The supervisor gives me a big key and produces another identical to it. He says we both need to insert our keys into slots on the dashboard at the same time and turn them. “Like firing nukes,” I say, “except we’re the nukes?” He laughs, but in a nervous way.
Sadly, I wake up before finding out what happened next. It’s too bad, because I really wanted to know!
When I was at the store, I bought a regular-size Aero bar, because I’d just walked something like 4 km and felt I’d earned the bubbly chocolate calories. But I kept the wrapper in a pocket of my hoodie, because I wanted to enter the calorie particulars into my food total for the day, as I do. If I’m going to indulge, I need to track it!
It was sunny and surprisingly warm wearing my lined hoodie, so I took my hands out of the pockets and just let them hang at my sides, like some clever ape. When I put my hands back in the pockets later, the Aero wrapper was gone. Apparently I’d either pulled it out without noticing, or it had just quietly slipped out on its own.
I thought about retracing my steps, but the wrapper could have been anywhere along a 1+ km route and might have blown onto the road or something, so I just kept walking home, feeling guilty.
And it made me wonder, how much litter is accidental? Maybe not a lot, but I know for sure now that some of it is.
In the meantime, enjoy this 1976 McDonald’s anti-litter commercial. I remember this!
I didn’t mention this in my post-run report today, but I had planned to listen to the R.E.M. album Accelerate on my run. It is a very good album for running, as the title might indicate.
Except it wasn’t there in Apple Music when I searched by (Downloaded) Albums on my iPhone 12:
Also, I have no idea why Abbey Road is listed twice.
I checked under (Downloaded) Artists:
And it turns out two R.E.M. albums are missing, Accelerate (2008) and Collapse Into Now (2011). These are albums I own, not just streaming ones I’ve downloaded. And they are albums I have listened to many times on my iPhone (Accelerate, in particular). I have not touched my music library in any way. Where did they go? Only Apple knows. Actually, Apple probably doesn’t know. But the bigger question is: Why is Apple disappearing albums I’ve actually purchased? It’s like the company is actively trying to push me away.
And guess what? It’s working! I am starting a trial of Deezer.
