Anna: The girls and I were able to stop for lunch after our library trip. This is the ingredient's list on a bottle of carbonated mineral water.You have to wonder when understanding an ingredients list requires knowing the periodic table.
Friday, May 23, 2008
83:365 Ingredients list
Anna: The girls and I were able to stop for lunch after our library trip. This is the ingredient's list on a bottle of carbonated mineral water.You have to wonder when understanding an ingredients list requires knowing the periodic table.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
82:365 Testing
Anna: We discovered that our daughter's new Nikon D80 takes a different memory card than the D70. Instead, it takes the same type of card my Canon S3 uses. We had a card for her, but it was only 1G, so today we went looking for a larger memory card. We ended up getting a 4G card for her, and an 8G card for my S3, since I also use it to record videos. This photo of a piece of watermelon was my test shot using the new memory card. Not a very good photo to start with, but after using the auto fix function on PSP X2, then using the one step digital noise removal, I liked it a lot better.
We also discovered that our computer's built in card reader doesn't "see" the high memory cards. We have to use the USB to upload the pictures from the camera, rather than directly off the card. That's going to eat up my batteries a bit faster. Ah, well.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
81:365 Not what I intended
Anna: I was quite pleased with the yarn I'd used for the bag I'd made. I decided to take advantage of how it was so good at holding a shape and make another bag. What I had in mind was a round wrist bag with a drawstring top. As I was building up the sides, however, it occurred to me that a pop can would probably fit quite nicely inside it. Sure enough, it was the exact size for a pop can. So I ended up making an insulating can holder, instead.I might actually make more of these. *L*
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
80:365 New camera
Anna: Today, after a bit of hoop jumping, we picked up our elder daughter's new camera. One of the benefits of living in Alberta is that it's the only province that funds home schoolers (rather than giving the funding to the schools they don't go to...). Through our school board, we were able to get a Nikon D80 with kit lens. Technically, the school board owns it - but then, technically, the school board owns the computer I'm posting this with, too.It's a sweet deal, and I look forward to the work our daughter will do with it. Unfortunately, she wouldn't take it out of the bag for me to get a picture. She wants to take a picture of it herself. :-D
Monday, May 19, 2008
79:365
Philippe: They've got a new addition at the WestEd Mall fish tanks; this guy was thoroughly enjoying himself in the water movement :).
Philippe: The neat part of this one is the model fire escape bolted to the outside. According to the plaque, the model was created in 1930 ish (I think) as a marketing tool for the shop that created the actual fire escape for the building.
Philippe: I just can't resist a good starburst.. :P
Philippe: Old fashioned construction is such a marked difference from today's standards.. There's a real sense of solidity and stability from this brick building that just isn't there for me in the modern glass and plastic constructions.
Anna: I just couldn't do it.Normally, I will at least resize my photos so they are smaller file sizes, faster loading, etc. They loose detail, though, and for these, I just couldn't bring myself to resize them.
Click on the photos to see them at 100%
Saturday, May 17, 2008
78:365 Random Acts of Kindness
Anna: Yesterday evening, both at and after work, was truly interesting, and showed me again why I have come to really enjoy people. I'm actually a hermit by nature. I would be quite happy sitting in a corner, interacting with no one, buried in a book or a craft. Over the years, I had reason to make the effort to reach out to people and discovered that, in general, people are really fantastic.
I found myself working a convention of some kind - the room was filled with vendor's booths and large equipment. Coring and drilling rigs, and contraptions with names like "Mud Puppy" and "Geoprobe" on them. I had only the vaguest idea what I was looking at, but still found them beautiful. I have a thing for heavy equipment. ;-)
For the most part, all we had to do was wander around, cleaning up glasses and plates from the many tables scattered around. There were also 2 large food tables with chefs cutting meats for the guests as needed, plus two other smaller food tables with chafers and staff serving out pieces of hand thrown pizza. There were 3 bars, too. Those of us who were wandering with trays would sometimes help those at the food tables, clearing away empty food trays and replacing them with fresh.
In the back, where only the staff goes, the kitchen and dishwashing staff were kept hopping, making sure we servers had plenty of space on these great rolling shelf units, taking away and replacing them as soon as they were filled. At one point, I was walking back towards where these were kept, just as one of the kitchen staff was rolling a shelf away in the other direction. As we crossed paths the guy looks up at me, then suddenly smiles, reaches onto a tray, grabs one of the fresh flowers that were part of the decorative display and handed it to me, with a cheerful compliment. I thought that was pretty sweet, and I ended up wearing the flower tucked into my name tag for the rest of the evening.
The convention shut down at 11pm. By then a lot of the staff were sent home, having started much earlier in the day than I did. Even so, the few of us that were left were able to get everything cleared and put away before midnight.
It was a gorgeous, warm evening, so I waited for Philippe outside the building. As I was sitting, watching the classic and muscle cars cruising by (they seem to all come out on friday nights. :-D), I heard a loud bang. Looking over, I saw a guy had opened the lid to one of the garbage cans in front of the building and was rifling through it. The noise I'd heard was the lid falling and hitting a post. I've seen people going through garbage cans before, and this guy wasn't at all like any of them. He was well groomed and well dressed, wearing a backpack on his back and carrying a plastic bag for his finds. I think he was gathering plastic recyclables. No big deal. I go back to watching the traffic.
A minute or so later, he came up to me. Seeing my uniform, he thought I might be security (which I found kind of funny - banquet staff wear formal clothing; tuxedo shirts and bowties). He wanted to let someone know that he'd found a "50 pounder" 0f Morgan in the garbage can. With it being grad season, he thought it might be good to warn someone that there was probably a guest - or 5 - that was really drunk. We started joking around about just how sick drinking that
much would make someone - and that hopefully, the person would learn their lesson and never drink that much again! Then he moved on.
Moments later, he's back - wearing a black plastic top had and carrying a gorgeous, long stemmed rose with bud, pictured here. He asked me if I was on my way home, and I said I was. He then offered me the rose. The rose and hat had been left on a bench nearby, and he thought I might like it. As he hands it to me, joked, "just to show how much I love you." Suddenly, he doffed his hat, struck a pose and began to sing,
"Just to show how much I love you,
Just to show how much I care..."
He then asked if I remembered that old vaudeville song. I had just been thinking that it sounded familiar, too. So we laughed and joked some more, before he headed off down the street, still wearing the shiny black plastic top hat.
And I have a beautiful white rose.
I found myself working a convention of some kind - the room was filled with vendor's booths and large equipment. Coring and drilling rigs, and contraptions with names like "Mud Puppy" and "Geoprobe" on them. I had only the vaguest idea what I was looking at, but still found them beautiful. I have a thing for heavy equipment. ;-)
For the most part, all we had to do was wander around, cleaning up glasses and plates from the many tables scattered around. There were also 2 large food tables with chefs cutting meats for the guests as needed, plus two other smaller food tables with chafers and staff serving out pieces of hand thrown pizza. There were 3 bars, too. Those of us who were wandering with trays would sometimes help those at the food tables, clearing away empty food trays and replacing them with fresh.
In the back, where only the staff goes, the kitchen and dishwashing staff were kept hopping, making sure we servers had plenty of space on these great rolling shelf units, taking away and replacing them as soon as they were filled. At one point, I was walking back towards where these were kept, just as one of the kitchen staff was rolling a shelf away in the other direction. As we crossed paths the guy looks up at me, then suddenly smiles, reaches onto a tray, grabs one of the fresh flowers that were part of the decorative display and handed it to me, with a cheerful compliment. I thought that was pretty sweet, and I ended up wearing the flower tucked into my name tag for the rest of the evening.
The convention shut down at 11pm. By then a lot of the staff were sent home, having started much earlier in the day than I did. Even so, the few of us that were left were able to get everything cleared and put away before midnight.
It was a gorgeous, warm evening, so I waited for Philippe outside the building. As I was sitting, watching the classic and muscle cars cruising by (they seem to all come out on friday nights. :-D), I heard a loud bang. Looking over, I saw a guy had opened the lid to one of the garbage cans in front of the building and was rifling through it. The noise I'd heard was the lid falling and hitting a post. I've seen people going through garbage cans before, and this guy wasn't at all like any of them. He was well groomed and well dressed, wearing a backpack on his back and carrying a plastic bag for his finds. I think he was gathering plastic recyclables. No big deal. I go back to watching the traffic.
A minute or so later, he came up to me. Seeing my uniform, he thought I might be security (which I found kind of funny - banquet staff wear formal clothing; tuxedo shirts and bowties). He wanted to let someone know that he'd found a "50 pounder" 0f Morgan in the garbage can. With it being grad season, he thought it might be good to warn someone that there was probably a guest - or 5 - that was really drunk. We started joking around about just how sick drinking that
much would make someone - and that hopefully, the person would learn their lesson and never drink that much again! Then he moved on.Moments later, he's back - wearing a black plastic top had and carrying a gorgeous, long stemmed rose with bud, pictured here. He asked me if I was on my way home, and I said I was. He then offered me the rose. The rose and hat had been left on a bench nearby, and he thought I might like it. As he hands it to me, joked, "just to show how much I love you." Suddenly, he doffed his hat, struck a pose and began to sing,
"Just to show how much I love you,
Just to show how much I care..."
He then asked if I remembered that old vaudeville song. I had just been thinking that it sounded familiar, too. So we laughed and joked some more, before he headed off down the street, still wearing the shiny black plastic top hat.
And I have a beautiful white rose.
Friday, May 16, 2008
77:365 Italia
Anna: I missed out on posting yesterday. Not only did I not take a picture, I was hardly up at all. :-/ I had a late shift the night before and got home at 2am. That, in itself, wasn't a big deal. It's just that I was on my feet the entire time, and I'd forgotten to bring my painkillers. Arthritis sucks. So I slept in, more or less, but was in such a fog after I got up, I finally gave up and went for a nap. You know those sleeps where your dreams are so busy, you wake up feeling more tired than when you went to bed? By the time I got my butt in gear, I ended up having to rush to get to work.
Thankfully, though, last night's shift was a lot easier. I got to count cutlery for most of it. Then I got to polish cutlery. I even got home before midnight! Not too shabby. :-D
This is one of my favorite pairs of earrings. I like to wear them for work, because they're so simple, elegant and professional. No worries about loosing them, either. They have the most unusual clasp - I've never seen anything like them before or since.
They were sent to me as a gift from my penpal in Italy, some 20 years ago. I was about 15 when we first started writing to each other - back when home computers were almost unheard of, and writing involved pen and paper, then waiting for the post. *L* Now, we can email each other. I even bought a new web cam so we can see each other and talk. I need to figure out how to use Skype.
Thankfully, though, last night's shift was a lot easier. I got to count cutlery for most of it. Then I got to polish cutlery. I even got home before midnight! Not too shabby. :-D
This is one of my favorite pairs of earrings. I like to wear them for work, because they're so simple, elegant and professional. No worries about loosing them, either. They have the most unusual clasp - I've never seen anything like them before or since.They were sent to me as a gift from my penpal in Italy, some 20 years ago. I was about 15 when we first started writing to each other - back when home computers were almost unheard of, and writing involved pen and paper, then waiting for the post. *L* Now, we can email each other. I even bought a new web cam so we can see each other and talk. I need to figure out how to use Skype.
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