Thursday, March 31, 2011

Snowdrops


Our neighbour Jim Steele took this photo of snowdrops in the snow, so pretty and hopeful. We still have a foot or more of snow in places, though parts of the south facing fields are now clear. I heard a robin the other morning but so far no sightings. Ditto a Red-winged blackbird.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Almost spring hike

We have a great hiking trail called Red Island Trail that starts just outside the door of St. Ann's Bay United Church where every Wed. during the winter we have a spectacular lunch after listening to a spectacular speaker. Today Otis Tomas, a local guitar and violin-fiddle maker and fiddler, showed us how he constructs violins. Afterward Andy and Honey and I walked the trail, which makes its way along an inland salt marsh to the ocean then wends its way through the woods near the banks of the Barrachois River and back to the church. It was wonderfully warm, the ocean and sky lovely blues and best of all we didn't need our snowshoes but were, for the most part, able to walk on top of the snow. In the pictures below, Andy is napping in the arms of a tree washed ashore during one of our many fierce fall storms, and I am caught in a sinkhole, though you can't see that because Honey arrived at that moment to proudly show us what she'd found in the woods: a leg shank that appears to have belonged to a deer (we think).

Click here to see some of Otis's work (you won't be disappointed): http://www.fiddletree.com/

And you can click on the pictures to enlarge them.



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Friday, March 11, 2011

Sea ice




We know spring is coming when the sea ice floats in, the late bits arriving red-tinged with PEI soil. Yesterday we noticed a white line along the horizon and within a few hours a thick line of sea ice slushed its way into the bay. Usually the ice brings seals and their pups, and this year is no different. Here are some photos Andy took while on a beach walk with Honey. You can click on them to get a better view.

Last year the sea ice didn't arrive and of course there was speculation why, global warming being one of the concerns. This year so far the ice is spare and thin, but perhaps there is more to come.

Below is the Canadian Government (notice I did not call it the Harper Government) weather site with a link to their sea ice map that shows our area. You can click on the map to enlarge it to more easily read the legend.

http://ice-glaces.ec.gc.ca/prods/WIS28SD/20110311180000_WIS28SD_0005685850.gif

Thursday, March 10, 2011

International Women's Day, a few days late

http://www.ted.com/talks/courtney_martin_reinventing_feminism.html

Click on the link above for a moving, insightful and intelligent and not too long talk by Courtney Martin on feminism. I dare you!

Monday, March 7, 2011

Les Nessman in Cape Breton


Our wonder dog, Honey, has taken to joining us for meal preparation. Our kitchen & dining area are big enough for all of us normally, but when two people and a dog -- a large, long dog who stretches out on the rug near the sink, which is in the middle of the working area -- want to make supper, the area is more than crowded and the number of grunts and "Honey, move!" and swear words that arose during onion or carrot chopping made us realize we needed to train Honey to stay out of the main kitchen area during meal prep. That's where Les Nessman comes in.

Andy & I watched WKRP in Cincinnati from the first showed and loved all of the characters, but most particularly Johnny (who reminded me of my brother Jim), Herb and his wonderful suits, and Les. Les taped off his office space in an open concept work area and his co-workers had to knock before they could go in. Honey doesn't knock, but she is now aware of the tape on the floor, and is becoming more cautious about "entering" during meal prep time.

I've cribbed from Wikipedia for those of you who don't know who Les is.

Les is the ludicrously incompetent news director of WKRP and has been with the station since 1954. Knowing next to nothing about sports, he makes several glaring errors, for example mispronouncing golfer Chi Chi Rodriguez's name as "Chy Chy Rod-ri-gweeze" and calling a swimming event "breast stroking."

Les is a five-time winner of the fictitious Ohio radio news trophy, the "Buckeye Newshawk Award," the coveted "Silver Sow Award" (for excellence in farm news, particularly hog reports), and the "Copper Cob Award" (also for farm broadcasting). Sanders explained that the Silver Sow award was invented as a plot device to give Les a reason to ask Jennifer on a date. The award subsequently "tickled the fancy of hog producers across the country."

Les is featured in WKRP's most famous episode, "Turkeys Away", where he reports on a disastrous station promotion using many of the same phrases as Herbert Morrison describing the 1937 Hindenburg disaster. This scene from "Turkeys Away" is widely acknowledged to be one of the funniest moments in television history.

Les longs to "move up" to a higher-paying job as a TV newsman, and in one episode he shows a video tape to his station friends of himself reporting the news; unfortunately for Les, the tape is so cheaply and badly made, that Nessman runs out quite embarrassed. In another episode, Les shows Venus Flytrap how he has been dyeing his skin black — a parody of John Howard Griffin's Black Like Me. When Bailey Quarters is promoted as a reporter, Les is jealous enough to attempt to upstage her by plagiarizing an initial draft of one of her news stories, unaware that it is partially fictional and thus puts the station's broadcast license in jeopardy

Les works in the WKRP bullpen, a big room with desks for several of the employees. Les believes that as the news director, he should have his own private office, so he puts masking tape on the floor around his desk indicating where walls would be if he had his own office. He insists that anyone who approaches his desk must knock at an imaginary door and wait for permission to come in. He mimes opening and closing a door whenever he sits down at or leaves his desk; once he even took out a set of keys to lock the nonexistent door. All of his colleagues respect his insistence on maintaining his own private space, and play along with his "walls" charade. Mr. Carlson even "knocks" by clicking his heels together, although Jennifer was permitted to ignore the imaginary walls.