Why the Internet is Awesome, part 7568273

Last night, as SnowRagnarok descended upon the part of Buffalo Niagara in which Casa Jaquandor stands, I tweeted the following:


And a bunch of people I know got the reference. That’s awesome!

BTW, here’s what it looks like outside right now:


Right now there are police-enforced driving bans in a number of towns here, including the one in which I live AND the one into which I drive to go to work. So, here I sit!

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Suck it, LouisCK!

So, last week The Wife and I took a chunk of the money we received for Christmas and got smartphones. So now I can look as smug as anybody else who’s got a smartphone. In fact, I’m gonna look smug with my new smartphone right now!


Yup, that’s some smartphone, all right! I’ll bet it’s way nicer than your smartphone. Now I’m connected all the time, man! Hooray!!

And yet I can’t help thinking that something’s missing from my life…something real…like I’ve taken a step away from what really matters in life….

Nah.

Fact is, I love this thing. It’s awesome. I don’t want to be without this thing, ever.

Nah, that’s overstating the other way.

Look, it’s a phone. It’s a tool, and it’s easy to use and fun. I can’t believe how many things it does. I know, this won’t be all that shocking to anyone who’s been on the smartphone bandwagon for years, but the idea of all this online content being as available as it is just stuns me. I love having such easy access to e-mail, Twitter, Facebook, and everything else. It’s just cool. And the camera on this phone rocks. Instagram is a blast, and it’s so easy with this phone — easier, by several orders of magnitude, than my old combination of regular phone-and-tablet.

This isn’t to say that I’m on the phone more than I was before. I don’t take it to bed, and I don’t look at it for long periods when I’m at work. As many things as it can do, I have a very hard time ever seeing a phone as any kind of writing tool. I like using it to play music — the other day I listened to it for hours, during a long job at The Store — but the computer will remain my primary music tool.

Oddly, I received my first call on the phone eight days after we got them, which I find amusing — it’s funny that we’ve created these devices so that we don’t have to take calls on a thing that’s corded to the wall, and in the course of refining these gizmos, we have so advanced the technology that the very primacy of the phone call concept has fallen on hard times. When I got that call — it was The Wife — I actually had to stare at my new phone for a few seconds, as I tried to figure out how to answer the call.

Some people pull out their phones to check the time, which is farther than I expect I will ever go in my adoption of the phone for all things informational. Proof? Well, here’s the other major piece of tech I got for Christmas:


And for really old-school tech, you can’t go wrong here:


Yup: an enameled cast-iron Dutch oven. To the cookbooks, Batman!

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Your cat may be a dumbass if….

…he does this to the toilet paper.

What my idiot cat did to the toilet paper. #Lester #CatsOfInstagram #DumbDumbDumb

Funny thing is, he used to do this when we first acquired him, way back in late 2005 or early 2006. Then he stopped, because we started closing the bathroom door at night. Recently, though, he has realized that there is a colony of living toilet paper rolls dwelling in our bathroom, and By God, he will not let this scourge go unanswered!

Sigh….

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The wheel turns

There’s a thing going around Facebook right now where a person will give a certain number of random facts about themselves, and if you “Like” the post, they get to give you a number, and you do the same thing. I already did mine, but last night I read another friend’s, and in doing so, I had one of those rare — vanishingly rare, painfully rare, so rare we seek them out and hold onto them when we find them as evidence that there’s something greater than us in charge of it all — moments in which I had a sense that some part of the Universe had lined up the way it was supposed to.

This friend of mine was actually my best friend, many years ago, when I was in second grade. My family lived in Elkins, WV that year, while my father taught for a year at Davis & Elkins, a college in that town. We ended up only living there a single year, and I’ve always kind of wondered what things might have been like had we stayed. But anyway, I had this friend, a girl who lived down the street, and for some reason, she and I had a lot of fun together. And then we moved away, and that was that. I found her again a few years back on Facebook; it’s things like that which make me shake my head whenever I encounter a person who thinks that online networking is worthless.

Our teacher in second grade was a beautiful and kind woman named Sandy Pnakovich, whom I had actually sought out on Google some years back, hoping to find an e-mail address so I might drop her a line from a student she’d had in her class more than twenty years before, and whom she might not even remember. Sadly, all I found was her obituary; she died in hospice in 2002. Cancer, I assume.

Fast forward to last night, when my friend posted her “Random facts” on Facebook. I already knew that she still lived in Elkins and is a teacher in the same school district. What I did not know is that her classroom is Mrs. Pnakovich’s old one. There’s just something right about that. That’s the way a good movie ends, you know?

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Snapshots from Ithaca

This weekend The Wife and I made our annual getaway to the Ithaca Apple Harvest Festival, and we had a great time as always…although the festival itself wasn’t quite like it usually is, owing to the fact that Ithaca is in the midst of tearing apart its pedestrian mall to rebuild it (in truth, the infrastructure there was looking a bit long in the tooth, and I look forward to seeing what things look like when it’s done). I know that pedestrian malls aren’t thought of very highly anymore, but Ithaca is a small enough city that they are able to pull it off — it’s all of three blocks, and there’s plenty of parking and lots of nice businesses to frequent.

Anyway, it all started with a trip to a knitting supply store just outside of town, which is one of the nicer yarn shops we’ve found in our travels of such. The Wife ended up with a small pile of yarn to add to her stash:

The Wife's yarn haul. Wow!

Then we were off to downtown, where our first order of business was lunch at Waffle Frolic, a restaurant that we absolutely adore. This is their counter.

Ordering counter at WaffleFrolic #Ithaca

Since The Wife went on a gluten-free diet last year, we were thrilled to discover that Waffle Frolic has GF waffles. Even better, though, was that we learned that they also have GF fried chicken, so that we were both able to have waffles and fried chicken, which is one of the finest of all food combos. I never heard of it before a few years ago, but I am seriously in the tank for waffles and fried chicken, folks!

Waffles and fried chicken! #Yum

Next was some shopping and milling about. As I said, the Festival usually takes up the entire pedestrian mall, but this time it was sequestered mostly to either end of the mall, so there was more walking than usual, which was fine. There’s food and lots of crafts, with a great deal of stuff available that is made by local or regional artisans. I am increasingly a fan of buying things that are locally made, and if I can buy it directly from the person who made it, then that’s fantastic.

Now this was funny. There’s a comics store there that I usually go into, more to find something to bring back for The Daughter than for myself (I love comics, but I find that they tend to be wildly overpriced, which is why I tend to exclusively rely on the library for comics reading). Looking through the wares, I found a case with some toys and action figures and the like inside, and on top was this giant model of the starship Enterprise, in my favorite design that ship has ever sported:

Amazing model of the Enterprise at a comics shop in #Ithaca. The shopkeep proceeded to give me a mild tongue-lashing for taking the photo, because of technology and omnipresent access to photography and the like. Wasn't sure I understood his point, but I

As soon as I took the photo, though, the owner was right there to give me a tongue-lashing for taking photos in his shop. He went on some rant about the need to control or limit the technology, now that everyone has access to photography. I honestly did not understand the point he was making — is he worried about people using iPhone cameras to scan comics pages in his store so that they don’t have to buy the comics? It’s not like any of the stuff in there is his intellectual property, and besides, many times I’ve chosen to go into a business or store because someone posted a picture from within and said, “Check out the cool stuff this store has!” Weird. He also pointed to the “No photographs!” sign that maybe I should have seen…but the sign is above the door in the back of the store that leads to their back room, it’s about the size of an index card, and it’s taped to a wall that is also covered with all manner of comics-related posters and artwork. I offered to delete the photo, but he said that wasn’t necessary. I bought a little TARDIS for The Daughter — it has a little light on top — but I think I’ll be foregoing that shop in future trips to Ithaca. If he doesn’t want word getting out that he has cool shit in his store, then I’m happy to oblige.

Nice model, though.

On a happier note, the lack of pedestrian traffic in usual areas meant that I got to actually get up close to one of the Sagan Planet Walk markers! This is a public art installation in Ithaca, honoring the memory of Carl Sagan (one of my eternal heroes), in which stone markers are placed throughout the town in such a way as to constitute a walking tour of the Solar System, with the distances between the markers proportionally accurate to the distances between the planetary orbits. According to the website for the Planet Walk (associated with the Ithaca Sciencenter), the markers for the Sun, Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars are in temporary storage (with temporary signage indicating their location, so that the Planet Walk is still possible). But I got to pose with Jupiter. Yay, Jupiter!

Posing with Jupiter in Ithaca! (Wow, the camera did weird things with the stripes of my overalls.)

Finally, I visited my favorite used bookstore, Autumn Leaves. I only bought a couple of books this time — I’m trying to cut down my book acquisition until such time as we acquire more space for book storage, which will involve moving — but I always love going in that store. It’s bright and open and airy and inviting. And in their storefront window, they had a mannequin, attired thusly:

Mannequin at Autumn Leaves Used Books in Ithaca. I think they knew I was coming. #overalls #mannequin #Ithaca

It’s like they knew I was coming!

All in all, a lovely trip, and I’m sad it’s over. There are two places I’d like to live on this world, other than right here. One is Toronto. The other is Ithaca!

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Hurgle flurp.

This is the kind of week it’s been:


Not awful, and nothing serious going awry…just daily grind, bring more grinding than usual; just…frustratingly annoying, and a lot less productive than I would like. Gotta do better! And I will…once I’ve finished the job of strangling this work week and leaving its decaying remnants buried behind me.

Argghhhhh!

(Stay with me, folks. Better content is on the way!)

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For my friend Nicole

This weekend sees the departure of my church’s youth director, a truly amazing and wonderful woman named Nicole, who has been there for ten years…spanning just about the entirety, thus far, of my family’s association with that church. The Wife and The Daughter started going there in 2003 shortly after we moved here from our nine-month experiment with living in Syracuse; I attended sporadically until after Little Quinn was born, when…well, I felt a need then.

Anyhow, Nicole has played a part for all that time, and now, her own life is taking her to other shores, as life tends to do. Leavetaking is never easy, even it comes on the cusp of a change for which we have long wished. Dougie Maclean’s song “Caledonia” speaks to this sentiment, and the various things that homesickness can bring to our hearts. You hear it in his words and in the wonderful melody, with its rises and falls; he knows that he is returning home, but even so, the farewells to those he knows wherever he is right now will be sad in themselves.

Here’s Dougie Maclean.


To Nicole and her family, Sláinte mhaith!

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