anacronyms

I don’t like wearing shoes much. I wear them mostly because everybody expects you to wear them, and because years and years of wearing shoes because everyone expects you to wear shoes  has made my feet too tender for outdoor barefoot travel.
I often take my shoes off at work. I hide my unshod feet under [...]

I have a List.Â
This woman was #1 on that list in 2005. She’s been #1 on that list since sometime in the last millennium.
She’s still #1 on that list.

In addition to the work on the cars, other important things were accomplished last weekend.

We walked in the sun around a recently reclaimed gravel quarry. There are plans to add a whole bunch of things, but for now it is a big grass-lined hollow with some gravel trails at the bottom.

Things I have to do this weekend:

Pick up a package from the post office. It is probably the clutch for the Miata.
Consider whether I want to tackle the clutch this weekend. Or, on rereading the instructions, at all. It’s a big job, and I don’t have a garage.
Pick up a battery for the other other [...]

I was listening to the soundtrack from Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? this morning – the soundtrack that revived interest in bluegrass – and when Big Rock Candy Mountain (by Harry McClintock) came on, I could suddenly hear my Dad’s voice singing it.
He’s been gone 22 years, and I suppose that the last time I [...]

I learned in school that one should document everything. We were marked down for turning in work with insufficient documentation. I know people who lost entire letter grades because they turned in final projects with undocumented functions.
We all know it’s good sense. We’ve all had to delve into some opaque, convoluted code where we’ve had [...]

I admire people who can use the Shuffle feature on their pocket music system of choice.
I can’t. I try from time to time, but this morning I turned it on and got:

Sonic Attack – The Hawkwind, live.
Another Place To Fall – KT Tunstall
Snowblind – Black Sabbath
Japanese Rumba – Petty Booka
London Calling – The Clash
Symphony #39 [...]

This song is instantly recognizable to most of a generation. It was/is 17 minutes of  hard, psychodelic rock from the height of the psychodelic period. It has a grinding ponderous riff with simple bassline and trilling organ.Â
It consumed one whole side of an album back in the days when that meant something. 17 minutes.
I’m listening [...]

There are stories in geneological data.Â
My maternal great-grandfather was Herbert, a musician from England. He came from Liverpool. When looking him up, I discovered a census entry that has him living as a boarder in a Montreal house. Also in the house is my great-grandmother, the daughter of the man who owns the house. She [...]