When I lived in Regina, Saskatchewan, one of the things that struck me was how much it was like Lincoln, Nebraska, in one important aspect: fan and city-wide enthusiam for the local football team. Both cities are quite far from any other city that offers one of the four major-league professional sports (MLB, NFL, NBA, and NHL) and football in both cities attracts fans from the entire state/province.
My first few game days in Regina, over four years ago, reminded me very much of what it was like driving through Lincoln, NB, on game day: People were dressed in team colours, and it wasn't just some of the fans going to the game. It was ALL of the fans going to the game and many who weren't. In Lincoln, there is a sea of red and white on game day; in Regina, it is a sea a green.
And this map from the NYTimes confirms my impression about Lincoln. The people in Nebraska (and Alabama as well, it turns out) reallylike NCAA football [the map is fascinating. It's worth a look]. That same devotion/fanaticism/support is what I see on game days in Regina, too.
Putin highly recommends that people take economics courses from Professor Palmer so they will avoid making all the economics mistakes he and his cronies have made in Russia:
Here is a photo of me as Charley in Death of a Salesman. The photo is by Ross Davidson taken during Monday's dress rehearsal.
The preview is tonight. We have our official opening tomorrow. Friends who saw the rehearsal last night were VERY moved by the performances.
Procunier Hall, The Palace Theatre.
For some reason I didn't bother to pronounce the name of this wine to myself until I got it home and put it in the fridge. I'm glad I bought it now, even though I haven't opened it yet and have no idea what it tastes like.
I'm sure my Facebook friend, Michael Snell (aka The Wine Commonsewer) will want this for his wine cellar, even though he seems to have a VERY strong preference for reds.
Other wines I like because of the names:
These are absolutely amazing drawings, utilizing the extreme convexity of a cyclindrical mirror.
Here's a "standard" piece... a picture of a tree:
Here's a more complex one, in that without the cylinder it looks like a seascape, but in the cylinder it looks like a portrait:
And I love this one. A weird, intriguing sculpture that shows a hand to match the foot and hand in the background.
While the mathjocks among you might recognize this structure as a (fractal) Sierpinski Tetrahedron, note that it was constructed with baseball bats and softballs [ht JH]:
JH adds, "the photo comes from a book in honor of the 50th anniversary of the Insitute of Mathematics at the Royal Society, copyright Gwen Fisher."[cf this site]
It seems appropriate to post this now, as I prepare to head off to Labatt Memorial Park in London to watch game 7 of the IBL semi-finals, between the London Majors and the Kitchener Panthers.
Update: The London Majors won the game and now move on to the finals for the league championship.
My mother sent me this necktie back in the days when I was doing baseball play-by-play:
One out, nobody on. 5 to 4 and bottom of the 5th.
Yes, I brought the tie with me to Rogers Centre Hotel, from which Ms Eclectic and I will be watching the Trono Blue Jays play the Orioles tonight and tomorrow night.
from PhD Comics via Brian Ferguson,
My favourite photo of me in my regalia is this one with former UWO President, Paul Davenport (note my Ricky Henderson-type crouch):
That's a nice line from "Field of Dreams", but it's nonsense in the real world. Just ask the people of Pontiac, Michigan.
For more than 20 years, the Pontiac Silverdome in Detroit hosted many of the greatest spectacles. The World Cup, The Super Bowl and the NBA Finals took place there. Led Zeppelin and Pope John Paul II both took the stage there, though not together. Wrestlemania III set a record for indoor attendance at a sporting event in America there.
Now? There's nothing there.
Detroiturbex.com, a website devoted to the preservation of fading Detroit-area landmarks, has shined a spotlight on the now-abandoned Silverdome, and what's in view isn't pretty. The stadium's fabric roof has collapsed, exposing the field below to the elements. The seats will be torn out and sold later this year. The suites are being left to rot.
Yesterday I was talking with a woman who works at our bank. She showed me a receipt from the previous day and said this mistake occurred because she hadn't been wearing her glasses when using the debit card machine.
She said it was because she had forgotten her glasses. And indeed she probably had forgotten to wear her glasses. But also, the mistake occurred at a popular downtown pub. Not something I'd flash around if I were a banker, and certainly not something I'd grant a customer permission to take a picture of.
At any rate, she was delighted the transaction was not approved.
A little over five and a half years ago, I posted a photo of my granddaughter, who was then just a few months old. The photo emphasized her nostrils, which appeared to be heart-shaped. See this. Here is the original photo:
A year or so later, her parents sent us this photo. It looks as if she still had heart-shaped nostrils, but it's a little hard to tell. :-)
So during my current visit I took another photo of her nostrils (with her permission) which I am posting here (also with her permission).
Yup. Still heart-shaped. What's not to love!
I recently saw a link to a collection of town signs that are/were, to say the least, unusual. One that caught my eye was this one, for the town of Nevada, Iowa:
Yes there really is a town in Iowa called Nevada. However, it is pronounced 'ne VAY dah'. It's about 10 miles east of Ames, Iowa, where I did my graduate work, and it is also the county seat. Way back, it also was the only place in the county where one could buy wine or liquor [at the gubmnt-run liquor store].
One of the signs that is not on the list (but should be) is for Northfield, Minnesota, home of both St. Olaf and Carleton Colleges. Their sign:
As I wrote a few weeks ago, I have become intrigued by the Eldridge knot for neckties. My first attempt at tying the knot (with the help of my son, David Ricardo Palmer) was with a bizarre Christmas necktie:
Unfortunately, I have few, if any, neckties in my still too-large collection of ties that would show off the Eldridge know effectively.
So, off to Goodwill, where I bought two neckties that do the job nicely. I still need to work on perfecting the knot, but it is impressively unique. Here's my second attempt:
One of the articles I read about the Eldridge knot suggested using a tie that has a different pattern for the narrow end vs the wide end. So that was what I tried with this attempt:
The odd thing about this knot is that it is tied using the narrow end of the necktie, and there is only one end hanging down from the neck.
I still need practice with it, obviously, but I'm still intrigued by it.
I was really taken with the ridges of snow that we saw last week.
Clearly I need to be more careful before using my camera. Those grey spots are not on the lens but are on the LCD screen. Repair folks tell me the only thing to do about the grey spots is to bang the camera. So I need to look before I go out into the sun (where I cannot see the screen very well in the glare of the sun) and make sure the LCD receptor is clear.
We have acquired two different weather stations in the past few years, the type that transmit information from an outside sensor to an inside display. One, which is LCD and does not show humidity, tells us the outside temperature on one of our balconies is -23C
The second one, however, tells us that the outside temperature on the second balcony is LL.L
I am confident the LL.L means this device has reached its lower limit for temperatures.
Update: Before MA posted his comment and link, I had taken this photo of the specifications of our weather station but had not had time to post the photo:
Indeed the lower limit of the temperature range for the outdoor sensor is -20C. That day, London Ontario set a record low of -26C.
Ok, the photos have been enhanced. And, ok, you could also include the library (or any other place in Detroit for that matter?). And, sure, someone seems confused about whether Ontario and Western Quebec are different.
But wouldn't it be fun or at least interesting to visit most of these places?
These real life ruins offer an eerie glimpse into a world without humans. Their dark walls inspire a sense of wonder like I've never felt before.
There is a lot of interesting commentary there, too.
When we moved into our condo unit two and a half years ago, we knew we would want to replace the carpets that were probably more than 20 years old.
I suggested, somewhat tongue-in-cheek, that we just buy a bunch of "anti-fatigue" squares, the kind that fit together and come in bright colours. My younger son, Adam Smith Palmer, has some that they put out in the playroom for their daughters, which is what gave me the idea.
Seriously. They're cushioned, they're bright, and if you wreck a spot, they're easy and inexpensive to replace.
So last week, when we discovered that one of our custom-made hallway carpet runners was defective and wearing prematurely, rather than order something new, we did this:
I love the brightness. I also love that they are cushioned and easy on the feet. We have found, however that they slip easily [as we discovered when using grey fatigue mats on the set of Equus last year]. So we put some sticky things under them to hold them in place, and that seems to work.
I'm not so keen on the way the teeth show along some edges or that some of the edge pieces don't fit without cutting. However, we have another pack of these mats, and so if we decide we like these, we can get out the second pack and fill in the edges or cut other squares to fit in the hallway.
Next up: rubber walls?
I saw a photo of a necktie tied in an Eldridge Knot a few months ago [link updated]. It looks so intriguing, but I hadn't had a chance to try it until Christmas day.
On Christmas I conscripted my older son, David Ricardo Palmer, and we used a necktie given to me for Christmas a year ago by my daughter, Joan Robinson Palmer, to try it.
It is a very unusual knot. My granddaughters love it, and so I may try it a few more times.
Second, 27 aerial photos that really provide an intriguing perspective (as I wrote to Jack, I wondered how they found the smog-free day in Shanghai to take that photo). I think I preferred these aesthetically to the ones from The Guardian.
I guess they aren't quite as easy as they look. I don't know when I have ever laughed so loud and long as I did, looking at this set of 25 photos. [ht Ralph] I applaud the courage and self-confidence of the people who posted them. Here are two examples of what one person has called "Pinstrosities",