I don’t hate technology all the time, but there are times when it is very difficult to feel anything more than bemusement about it. In support of this conclusion, I present a recent “interface” which I was barely able to endure.
The moment of truth was upon us like a bachelor elephant on a Mr. Peanut love doll. We had journeyed nigh on one hundred yards and walked up a full flight of stairs, but now, with our treacherous trek finally at an end, we found ourselves comfortably seated before the bewigged-one. Benevolent John shone his blinding light of ultimate cognition, and the need for a gripping act break, upon our eager and sponge-like cerebellums. Soon we were armed with the scads and skeins and scoops of essential information required to make a whiz-bang sale.
Aside from many, many tour announcements for most of Canada’s working musicians, it’s been a quiet week for new Canadian music releases. Many artists were ensconced in the revived annual music showcase SXSW in Austin, Texas, while others were already on the road putting music back on stage nationally. This is good news. We encourage people to support our working musicians and live venues with care and caution as mandates continue to be lifted. If everyone does their part the live music industry will continue to grow and prosper back to its pre-2020 levels.
Last week I wrote about local bullies, and those that terrorize the citizens that elected them locally and nationally. More often than we might have thought, those elected bullies, unsated by the billions they suck from their people’s coffers, opt to extend their reign indefinitely. When they do so, they morph from being barely restrained autocratic bullies, into full-fledged, unrestrained, dictators.
One of my favorite all-American treats, and one that’s starting to gain popularity after having fallen out of favor for a few decades.
Iceberg lettuce (aka crisp lettuce) got its name from the method of transportation, once the cross-country train system was created. Before refrigerated train cars, they would pile crushed ice on top of the pallets of lettuce (at the time, the number one vegetable in the US). The heads would peak out from below the ice and look like icebergs.
An excerpt from Robert Franklin Kincaide’s New York Times Best Seller, Living Life – The Great Adventure
It was just one of those One in a Million occurrences that happen when you least expect them, or in this case never expected at all. – Robert F. Kincaide
It was a late spring Friday afternoon, and the office was quiet. A glance at the wall clock would remind you that if you could get through the next hour without punching someone in the nose, you would have the whole weekend to recover. As I strolled toward my boss’s office, I could see that the manager had dropped in for a quick visit. My puckish sense of humour kicked in and I entered the office, looking at the floor and dusting my hands off. “Well, I got rid of the guy”, I said. Then I pretended to notice the manager standing there, so I snapped to attention, threw a credible Royal Navy salute (a) and said “I mean, I successfully completed the citizen interaction, sir!” The manager shook his head, chuckled and probably thought that if he could get through the next hour without punching someone in the nose, he would have the whole weekend to recover.
Unlike the rather gloom-and-doom-to-the-tomb predictions of David Bowie and laugh-a-minute George Orwell, 1984 was a banner year for young Mr. Andrew and myself. Nothing major or full-time but enough paying assignments to keep the cockroaches eating our food instead of us. Mostly odd jobs, working for even odder people. While our next stint of gainful employ wasn’t terribly odd, the location of their production office and the executive producer in charge certainly fit that description.
I’ve organized a Supper Club with around twenty food enthusiasts to meet for a group dinner every six to eight weeks for going on sixteen years. I managed a Gourmet Club for nearly as long before that.
The Pandemic slowed us down, but we never stopped, even though sharing a meal over Zoom is SO VERY unsatisfying. We have been back to gathering in person again for a few months now. Everyone triple-vaxed of course.
Our last theme was Jewish Food of India (yep, that’s a thing), and our next one is going to be Québécois Cuisine.
This effort is going to be short (like most people’s attention spans), and sweet, (like a Lb. of sugar in your Starbuck’s Chocolate Caramel Over-Ripe Watermelon Half-Caff Sea Salt Honey Glazed Cinnamon Bun Jelly Bean Sprinkles Vanilla Latte).
It’s about distracting yourself from whatever problems you are having that have become overwhelming and are making it impossible to focus on what needs to be done …and your sanity.