January 27, 2006

See, this is what a U-lock is really for -

Story here; pix here:

the report goes as follows:
motorist throws food out of window. courier, disliking littering, picks up food and throws food back in car. motorist dumps coffee on courier. courier scratches car with key. road rage ensues.

Posted by Patrick at 08:02 PM

Fun with GoogleMaps

About half the navy, tied up alongside, brought to you by GoogleMaps:

I'm not as good at identifying them as I should be - the hard part is telling the Halifax-class frigates from the remaining Iroquois-class destroyers from directly above. Your cheat sheet is here.

Anyway, expecting incoming corrections from BruceR, here are my guesses:

  • part one, Esquimalt: Protecteur, second from the left Iroquois-class, the rest Halifax-class.
  • part two, Halifax: Two Halifax-class, four submarines (your tax dollars at work) and something I can't identify at left.
  • part three, Esquimalt: Some MCDVs, with some kind of harbour barrier at right.

    In other GoogleMaps news:

  • the program will still direct you to 80 Seneca Ave., Toronto. Where’s that? Well, it’s nearly on the Island.
  • The fatal accident on Mt. Pleasant this week happened in the Rosedale cloud.

    Posted by Patrick at 09:44 AM
  • January 26, 2006

    I, for one, welcome our new insect overlords

  • Sarah Marchildon reports on 16 hours in the life of a Vancouver poll clerk:

    By 2 p.m., the polling station started getting busier. As I folded the ballots and handed them to the voters, Keith stared at me and gave a running commentary.
    "You’re so dainty."
    "You’re so petite."
    "You have piano player fingers."
    "Your hands are really thin."
    "Let me braid your hair."
    But the real nightmare began when the polls closed.

  • The boy seems to have a default setting of extroverted cheerfulness, when he doesn’t have a specific thing to upset him: hunger, sleeplessness, diaper issues, the usual list. He adores his nursery-rhyme class, and beams happily at all hands.

  • The early-April weather continues, and our new skis sit sad and unloved. I went to the old house in the west end Tuesday to pick up mail, and saw snowdrops and crocuses starting to come up in the front garden.

  • In today’s Star: Christopher Hume makes the case against tearing down the old Riverdale Hospital building as part of the Bridgepoint rebuilding project. (more here)

    Certainly, the Don Jail should be saved, but so should the semi-circular building. It is unlike anything else in Toronto, a genuine landmark and part of our history. Although architecture has regained its celebratory capacity since the heady days of the `60s, it has never recovered this same briefly felt sense of innocence and faith in what lies ahead …

    The half-round is, however, "modern"; in the collective mind that doesn't signify heritage. Given what happened to modernism and how quickly it was degraded that's not hard to understand. That's why exceptional examples such as this must be saved.

    In principle, I couldn’t say why I disagree with that: if architectural preservation isn’t about preserving the best examples of a period, I’m not sure what it’s about, other than preserving the character and scale of a neighbourhood, I guess.

    Still, I can’t look at a building like that without thinking: ‘Quick, blow it up before some fool designates it.’ Irrational, I agree.

    The plan calls for tearing down the 1960s part of the Don Jail and keeping the older part for an administrative building, which is as good an idea as any.

    However, as far as I can tell Bridgepoint officials will have offices in the death-row cells and the gallows area – at abolition, the gallows were capable of handling a double hanging, like the botched Turpin and Lucas executions in 1962 – which would give the most hardened of us second thoughts about working alone in the building late at night. Either that, or they’d have the potential for really callous Halloween parties.

    Years ago, I had a chance to look at the capital case files for Turpin and Lucas at the National Archives – I was working on an article proposal on a case in the same period in Alberta, which in the end never came to anything.

    One thing about hangings in that period which I’ve never seen pointed out elsewhere was that it was normal to empanel a coroner’s jury before the fact, require them to come to the jail for midnight to watch the execution, march them down to watch the autopsy, then suggest they certify that the deceased died through dislocation of the neck as part of a judicial execution held on the evening of, etc., and please sign here. The inquest was wound up by 1:30 a.m. or so.

    The signatures are very shaky.

    This has always struck me as an honest feature to have in a death penalty system: the conscription of random witnesses from the voters lists, who must then attend the execution on pain of punishment. Harsh, but then again so is hanging people.

    It was normal in Ontario and Alberta – I’m not sure about the rest of the country.


    Posted by Patrick at 08:58 AM
  • January 13, 2006

    let it snow

    I think it's because we bought skis - that's got to be it.

  • In other news, the ex-tenants' mail forwarding has expired, which has released a flood of Scientology mail for them, delivered to our house. Most of our mail is now Scientology propaganda, which I'm trying to avoid leaving around in case people think it's ours. The current drill seems to be to bundle it with the newspapers and put the package in the grey box. Any ideas, other than making up a lot of stickers saying DECEASED?

    Posted by Patrick at 09:58 AM
  • January 06, 2006

    Pix!

    Posted by Patrick at 09:05 AM

    January 05, 2006

    Attention, Ikea scroungers

    North Americans are way behind the curve: in Northern Europe, Der Speigel reports, many people use Ikeas as a source of free day care, baby food and diapers:

    … More than food-scroungers, though, IKEA workers fear lazy parents. Around 150 three- to 10-year-olds are deposited daily at the Hamburg-Schnelsen store's play area -- a complimentary offer to allow mom and dad to wander in peace through the showrooms. But many people misuse the service as a free babysitting service. Sometimes moms just set their loved ones down among the colorful balls, with the nursery girl watching -- and hurries to the hairstylist or the tennis court. The desperate store announcements asking the mother to please pick up her screeching child then go unheeded.

    Hat tip to Colby Cosh.

    Posted by Patrick at 09:50 AM

    January 04, 2006

    what do do on a foggy day

    The boy's room progresses: today was sanding down yesterday's plasterwork (this isn't the weather for drying plaster quickly, but it can't be helped), figuring out whether we have enough original baseboards for all the missing space (answer: yes, barely) and installing a strike plate for the door, which now latches properly.





    Posted by Patrick at 06:51 PM