We're stepping up the release schedule for Shadow Unit DVD extras over the hiatus. Why? Because we can! And because waiting is driving us nuts!
So we're not just airing a new DVD extra every other Sunday. Or even every Sunday. We're posting new content twice a week: a new scene every Thursday night and Sunday night until the middle of August, or until we run out of extras, whichever comes first.
Are we crazy? Crazy like a platypus, baby.
Starting tomorrow night, Sunday, July 6. On the WTF Network.
- Feeling:
*bounce*
Memory consists, among other things, of verbal information and of mental images. To illustrate this difference, I will often start a lecture on cognition by asking students to think of their home address. Then I ask them to think of how many windows are in their living room. Ostensibly, I do this to illustrate the different processes of recall and imagery. Really, though, it’s just entertaining to watch 35 faces simultaneously go slack and 35 pairs of eyes roll back in their heads as they count the windows.
(That’s an excerpt from the article “Socially Scientific (Notes on the intriguing behavior of human beings,)” by Robin Abrahams, published in AIR 11:1.)
Think you know Toronto’s streets? Try your hand at our Street Stories “What street am I?” contest — you could win a one-year Spacing subscription (or subscription extension, if you’re already a subscriber).
To enter, email your answers to the five questions below to toddharrison@spacing.ca, and write “Street Stories contest” in the subject line. We’ll randomly select a winner from all correct entries submitted on or before Sunday, July 6. Good luck! We’ll post the answers on Monday morning.
1.
This street was designed as a military road, cut by the Queen’s Rangers, and named by John Graves Simcoe in honour of his friend — who, as British Secretary of War, was responsible for assigning the Queen’s Rangers to protect Canada.
2.
The first parliament buildings in York were built at the intersection of Front Street and this street in 1797. As a result, it was originally titled Parliament Street. Its current moniker derives from the name of a house that belonged to Major John Small, famous for a duel he fought and won in 1800 against Attorney General John White. Small called his house after his hometown in Gloucestershire, England.
3.
Major John Small’s son was a Supreme Court clerk who maintained a tannery, sawmills, and a cattle farm on a piece of land his family owned east of his father’s famous estate (see question 2). This street was named after him.
4.
Colonel Walter O’Hara, one of Parkdale’s first residents, fought against Napoleon during the Peninsular War in northern Spain. O’Hara owned more than 500 acres west of Dufferin and north of Queen, and he named this street after one of the Spanish villages he encountered during the war. The same village is also reputed to be the site where Roland, knight in the court of Charlemagne, was killed in 778.
5.
This street is named after an inn, which was in turn named after the man who bought it in 1856. It was a wise purchase; the hotel was an ideal resting place for people traveling north from York to Richmond Hill, Thornhill, and Newmarket.
Street Stories is a new regular feature on Spacing Toronto. If you have an idea for a street we should feature in an upcoming installment, email toddharrison@spacing.ca.
Spoilers for Episode 4.13: ( Journey's End )
3a. I have to admit I like this season's finale way better than last season. Not that Harold Saxon wasn't, uh...fun? but this was less glowy-Jesus-Doctor-of-unintentional-hila
Also, this means that The TARDIS House Rules has been completed. Nicholas is a shadow-dweller, but he does still need a plot to keep him going. :D
Title: The TARDIS House Rules
Rating: PG
Summary: Life with the Doctor is both simple and complex, but fortunately Nicholas and Donna have the Whenkipedia to guide them.
Spoilers: Through the finale of season four of Doctor Who.
Note: Part One was posted about a month ago; Part Two is new.
Part One | Part Two
Atlanta Dream: 91; Chicago Sky: 84
The first win for the Atlanta Dream has made me very happy I can’t imagine how thrilled the Dream fans are. They have had the longest losing streak (0-17) in WNBA history without actually being a bad team. Quite a few of those losses were thrillers. I know. I watched the game where the New York Liberty barely beat them.
I think it’s astonishing and wonderful that more than 8,000 people have shown up for every one of those games even when they’d lost ten, fifteen, seventeen in a row. And now they have their first win. Woo hoo!! And w00t! It’s good for Atlanta and it’s good for the whole league. May it be the first of many many more.
My 10K went well (80-85 minutes, I haven't checked the time online yet). About 1/3 of it running, and I felt really good afterwards. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, and I feel like I'm starting to get my body back. I can't even...this body. This body is my personal condemnation, I think. My penance for my parent's illness, for my body's betrayal, my way to avoid everything that scared me. My depression and rebellion and anger and sadness. But I'm done with that body, with being that person. I want my physical self back. So, two July 4ths in a row, I've done something new and unexpected (last year was a deeply uncomfortable conversation about a new relationship and where it was or wasn't going, the kind of conversation I've always avoided in the past, but was a step forward for me in dealing with my relationship partners. This year, a large running race filled with other people - something else that makes me inherently and deeply uncomfortable. So the question is, am I growing and learning, or just struck stupid by July's heat and the threat of lights in the sky:)
Now I am beachily sunburnt (the inevitable conclusion of me being near sun and water), about to nap before dinner.
At a BBQ yesterday, I was explaining my tattoo, that it's the end of a Frost poem, and I got two reactions. The first, a little shuddery horror that I would modify Frost for my own ends. The second, a smug grin, "You're an editor, of course you're going to change him to suit you." The truth is in the middle. I won't wear someone else's words without a caveat, an explanation. The words had to balance - on me, and within themselves. And I have no problem with assumptions of arrogance in taking them for my own. No problem at all.
The drummers in the park are African-American and from Africa and the Caribbean. They form a circle and have played in the park, in one form or another, since 1969, when the neighborhood was a more dangerous place. The musicians, who play until 10 p.m. every summer Saturday, are widely credited with helping to make the park safer over the years. Their supporters, who acknowledge that the drumbeats can pierce walls and windows, regard the musicians as part of the city’s vibrant and often noisy cultural mix. But some in the building at 2002 Fifth Avenue, most of them young white professionals, have a different perspective: When the drummers occupy a spot nearby, residents say, they are unable to sleep, hear their television sets, speak on the telephone, or even have conversations with their spouses without shouting. Some say they cannot even think straight. And so in this corner of Harlem, which is known as Mount Morris Park, two sides have formed, each with complaints that many agree are legitimate. The stalemate has bubbled over into a dispute about class, race and culture and has become a flash point in the debate over gentrification. http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/06/nyregi
Anyway, I also talked about Tristan a bit, showed around pictures, tried not to be too baffled that people think I am some kind of amazing for training him, because it was mostly Coach doing the precision work and a lot of hanging on in the meantime.
They want me back for the big mustang show in August, and they really want me at Equine Affaire this fall, for the breed demo stall at the least, for the riding demo if possible. We'll see. It'll depend on getting him a) sound and b) off the farm many, many more times, ie sane.
Then I went home by way of the barn and spend about an hour with Himself, groomed him thoroughly and worked on keeping his feet up for a while; I've been slacking on that and he's been a bit of a jerk for the trimmer. That will not fly at all for the farrier, who is coming Tuesday to put the shoes on. I am fighting a sort of selfish sadness about the shoes, for reasons I can't quite unravel. Tomorrow, he's getting a bath.
I also chatted with B. for a bit and wished her luck; she's headed off Monday morning for the Maui Jim CIC*** and apparently Tantibes was a handful today. So. Yeah. Should be interesting.
In the meantime, nifty: Max Corcoran, Karen O'Connor's groom, is blogging their Olympic hopes. Karen is still short-listed on Mandiba. (BTW: Max and Teddy. :( Still doesn't seem real, somehow.)
The Towson church has lovely grounds, including a well-maintained "nature trail" that's perhaps a quarter-mile long. Alex and I walked its length and back. There were numbered markers that presumably correlated with some kind of printed guide, but there was plenty to see even without a guide.
This evening, during her bath, I ran my soapy hands down her legs and felt a little bump behind one knee. I tried to wash it off. No luck. It was a small black circular mark.
"Michael!" I called. "Would you bring up Alex's magnifying glass, please?"
Michael took a look while I was drying Alex off. She was pretty wiggly, but he said he thought it was just a scab.
"That's a funny place to have a scab," I said. We laid her down on her stomach on the bed for a closer look. Bringing in a flashlight to aid the magnifier made it clear: she had a tick. And Maryland is a Lyme disease state.
Michael dredged up memories from a Tennessee childhood and recommended putting Vaseline on it so the tick would have to back out to breathe. I was unsure, so I dashed downstairs to ask Dr. Google, who (in the form of the American Academy of Family Physicians) informed me that Vaseline can actually cause the tick to salivate or, um, regurgitate into the victim. Not recommended. So in the end, Michael just pulled the tick straight out with tweezers, and it came away clean. I saved it in a plastic bag just in case. It was even still alive. Alex was fascinated to see it.
A few different sites assure me that ticks need to be attached for 24 hours or more to transmit Lyme disease. Michael checked the rest of her body thoroughly, and he's going to check me before bed.
Presumably, if we'd had the printed guide to the nature trail? One of those rustic numbered markers would've turned out to mean "deer ticks." Had we but known.
- Feeling:
giddy
Today was a lovely stereotypical Saturday for me and hubby. Up at 5:30, off to market, and then, since we'd gone to Zehrs the other night for other groceries, we decided to hit some yard sales.
We found a lovely three tiered basket hanger thing, which will be perfect for our living room.
We also found a 20Gb iPod and assorted cables.
For $1.
I figured that even if the iPod didn't work, the cables were worth more than $1. We got into the car, and I tried starting the iPod. Nothing. Then I tried the cigarette lighter power adapter and plugged in the iPod.
The iPod works.
It works, it is with a bunch of cables that also mostly work (except for the iTrip transmitter), and it cost us $1.
Yard sales rock. They rock I say!
*ahem*
We then went to Tai Chi and were ends for a beginners practice session, which was nice as I haven't been in a month thanks to work crap and health crap and general crap.
We tried to find yard sales after that but failed miserably. So we hit Harvey's for lunch, ran home to grab the camera, and headed to the Royal Botanical Gardens for another photo shoot.
We ended up at the Rock Garden, which neither hubby nor I had been to before. We didn't really realise exactly how big the RBG was, actually, until we got onto the shuttle bus after the Rock Garden to head back to our car at the Arboretum. We'd known that existed, and the gardens over by the main centre, but that was it. Now we know there's tons of gardens, and are planning to go back. Anyone want to make a day out of it one weekend soon?
(Photos will follow.)
After a few hours out, we came back, and BBQd dinner. I'm feeling the effects of too much sun, too much exercise, and the beer I'm currently drinking. Not to mention the excitement of a $1 iPod!!
It's been a good weekend. And there's more of it left! Woohoo! :D
- Location:Home
- Feeling:
accomplished
Up, and advised about sending of my wife's bedding and things to Woolwich, in order to her removal thither. So to the office, where all the morning till noon, and so to the 'Change, and thence home to dinner. In the afternoon I abroad to St. James's, and there with Mr. Coventry a good while, and understand how matters are ordered in the fleete: that is, my Lord Sandwich goes Admiral; under him Sir G. Ascue, and Sir T. Teddiman; Vice-Admiral, Sir W. Pen; and under him Sir W. Barkeley, and Sir Jos. Jordan: Reere-Admiral, Sir Thomas Allen; and under him Sir Christopher Mings, and Captain Harman. We talked in general of business of the Navy, among others how he had lately spoken to Sir G. Carteret, and professed great resolution of friendship with him and reconciliation, and resolves to make it good as well as he can, though it troubles him, he tells me, that something will come before him wherein he must give him offence, but I do find upon the whole that Mr. Coventry do not listen to these complaints of money with the readiness and resolvedness to remedy that he used to do, and I think if he begins to draw in it is high time for me to do so too. From thence walked round to White Hall, the Parke being quite locked up; and I observed a house shut up this day in the Pell Mell, where heretofore in Cromwell's time we young men used to keep our weekly clubs. And so to White Hall to Sir G. Carteret, who is come this day from Chatham, and mighty glad he is to see me, and begun to talk of our great business of the match, which goes on as fast as possible, but for convenience we took water and over to his coach to Lambeth, by which we went to Deptford, all the way talking, first, how matters are quite concluded with all possible content between my Lord and him and signed and sealed, so that my Lady Sandwich is to come thither to-morrow or next day, and the young lady is sent for, and all likely to be ended between them in a very little while, with mighty joy on both sides, and the King, Duke, Lord Chancellor, and all mightily pleased. Thence to newes, wherein I find that Sir G. Carteret do now take all my Lord Sandwich's business to heart, and makes it the same with his owne. He tells me how at Chatham it was proposed to my Lord Sandwich to be joined with the Prince in the command of the fleete, which he was most willing to; but when it come to the Prince, he was quite against it; saying, there could be no government, but that it would be better to have two fleetes, and neither under the command of the other, which he would not agree to. So the King was not pleased; but, without any unkindnesse, did order the fleete to be ordered as above, as to the Admirals and commands: so the Prince is come up; and Sir G. Carteret, I remember, had this word thence, that, says he, by this means, though the King told him that it would be but for this expedition, yet I believe we shall keepe him out for altogether. He tells me how my Lord was much troubled at Sir W. Pen's being ordered forth (as it seems he is, to go to Solebay, and with the best fleete he can, to go forth), and no notice taken of my Lord Sandwich going after him, and having the command over him. But after some discourse Mr. Coventry did satisfy, as he says, my Lord, so as they parted friends both in that point and upon the other wherein I know my Lord was troubled, and which Mr. Coventry did speak to him of first thinking that my Lord might justly take offence at, his not being mentioned in the relation of the fight in the news book, and did clear all to my Lord how little he was concerned in it, and therewith my Lord also satisfied, which I am mightily glad of, because I should take it a very great misfortune to me to have them two to differ above all the persons in the world. Being come to Deptford, my Lady not being within, we parted, and I by water to Woolwich, where I found my wife come, and her two mayds, and very prettily accommodated they will be; and I left them going to supper, grieved in my heart to part with my wife, being worse by much without her, though some trouble there is in having the care of a family at home in this plague time, and so took leave, and I in one boat and W. Hewer in another home very late, first against tide, we having walked in the dark to Greenwich. Late home and to bed, very lonely.
During the course of work, I walked to Pike Place Market for lunch with friends and back (further than I thought, and uphill there!) and then went in the afternoon to meet with my new trainer, Kirsten, at All Star Sports, my new gym. I also walked there, and it was further than I thought (and uphill!). By the time I'd started my fitness test, I'd walked 2.75 miles already that day, conservatively. I was a bit tired. It went pretty well, though, and I think we've got a good basis to build on. It's that kind of increase in activity, though, plus giving up sodas (most of the time) that has let me lose three pounds since I started working there. Go me.
After work, I rounded up Trey and went to The Triple Door downtown to meet up with
On Friday, I went to pick up the kids and took Trey to breakfast with David, Shawn and boys. That was ostensibly to give David and Trey a chance to catch up, but it was also a chane for me to work out some details with David face to face, which was good. The boys enjoyed having us all together, at least. Next Trey and boys and I went back to the house, where Trey introduced them to the mysteries of Mario Cart for the Wii and I got myself together again. That afternoon Brannon and Jana came by to take Trey to a barbeque at Mike Pondsmith's house, while the boys and I went to Will's little league coach's house (henceforth known as Lika and Bruce) to hang out with their kids, enjoy a barbeque, and watch the Renton fireworks from their deck.
The evening there was great. I got to know Lika and Bruce a lot better, along with Pam (the mom of two of the boys' friends from Kids Co who left for middle school this year) and... Lelani? I think that might have been her name. I didn't catch it, and I feel bad now for not remembering it. She was very nice too. Drinks were poured, food was had, kids played on the trampoline and swam in the pool and played video games, etc. The house overlooked the valley at the south end of Lake Washington, and as night fell, fireworks went off up and down the hillside, across the valley, and up the opposite side. With the Coulon Park official fireworks going off from the barge on the lake as well, it was truly lovely. Lika's older kids and their friends shot off a ton of fireworks as well, which was fun if a bit unnerving. I think I'll be doing a bit more with Lika in the future as well... she's a lot of fun. Misty, we should get you guys together sometime. :) Oh, and I met Brian again, who had kept score for the team and was Lika's ex, as it happened -- her oldest sons are his.
I broke my no cokes rule for Lika's house, as they brought in bottles of Mexican coke -- sugar base, no HFCS -- that were fabulous. I had the first rum and coke fixed for me that I've ever actually liked, and she made some salmon (along with pork and beef ribs, etc) that was absolutely fabulous. Actually, many things were fabulous. We ended up leaving at about 11:30, as Will was fading fast at that point and curled up on a chaise lounge on the deck with a blanket, but we were the first to go. It was just so awesome to be in a house that welcoming and full of life. I am not very good at that aspect of things, admittedly -- I try, but I know it's not my strong suit. My parents' house was that way, though, and it felt great to be in that environment again.
Anyway, I've rambled for a while. Today is spent with the kids while Trey is off seeing other friends, tonight we have dinner with my friend, Phil, and maybe go over to Brannon's afterward, and tomorrow Trey goes back to the airport. It's been really good to spend time with him again. I hope it happens again soon.

+ Since I needed a haircut anyhow, I went to Chinatown in time for free Stampede breakfast. It was the usual pancakes/sausages/coffee or watered down orange drink. Then I went to the little creepy mall where I go for haircuts, and there was a homeless man sleeping and a Chinese lady who was around 4 feet tall . She started yelling something at me in Cantonese, and I kind of shrugged my shoulders and she yelled it again. Then she kicked the sleeping homeless bum in the foot and started yelling at him in Cantonese. It was pretty amazing. After my haircut, I noticed she had actually woken him up to give him a plate of pancakes and sausages.
+ I saw the older version of Emo Phillips again. I also saw around 800 skanky cowgirls, a bunch of cologne-bathed jocks and other confused tourists. I hate tourist season. You really can't tell the homeless people from the tourist riff raff this ime of year. I just feel bad that the bums probably can't find benches to sleep on because they'd have to fight the drunks for them.
+ I stopped by to say hello to Toby at the library, and walked out with a stack of CDs and DVDs. I grabbed a CD of Jonathan Richman which features a bunch of songs he did last week at Sled Island. I never thought to check him out before that, but now I'm hooked. I think you have to see his stage persona to properly enjoy his music. The CD is fantastic. I've been listening to a lot of Joy Division this week, too. You'd think I was depressed, but I'm not in the least. They're one of those bands I've been meaning to check out, I guess. I wish they'd come out with a remastered CD with all the singles on it.
The National Black Republican Association has paid for billboards showing an image of the civil rights leader and the words "Martin Luther King Jr. was REPUBLICAN." ...
Seven billboards have gone up in six Florida counties, and another in Orangeburg, S.C., said Frances Rice, the Republican group's chairwoman.
I'm going to turn this over to guest poster Steve Gilliard, who helpfully annotated their radio commercial the last time they tried this
Woman 1: Dr. King was a real man
Yes he was. As the FBI can prove
Woman 2: You know he was a Republican
Republicans bring this up, but don't mention that most black middle class voters were Republicans. However, since blacks couldn't vote in Georgia, they forget to mention that as well,
Woman 1: Dr. King a Republican? Democrats passed those black codes and Jim Crow laws. Democrats started the Ku Klux Klan. White hoods and sheets. Democrats fought all civil rights legislation from the 1860’s to the 1960’s. Democrats released those vicious dogs and fire hoses on blacks. And the Dixiecrats remained Democrats and vowed to vote for a yellow dog before a Republican.
Until 1968 and the "Southern Strategy", which courted white voters as they were driven out of the Democratic Party. Black Republicans have to recall the past because they don't have any means to explain the present. The Democrats kicked them out, and the GOP took them.
Republicans freed us from slavery and put our right to vote in the Constitution. Republicans founded the NAACP, affirmative action, and the HBCU’s.
No, 179,000 black soldiers freed us. Radical Republicans were very different than modern day Dixiecans. They supported black rights.
Woman 2: Sounds like Democrats have bamboozled blacks.
No, it sounds like you people are lying fucks abusing history for your masters
Hard to argue with that.
For a little background, meet the NBRA (a front group for Jeb Bush's Florida Republican Party founded by this guy) and their predecessor group, the African American Republican Leadership Council (an almost exclusively white group founded to defend Trent Lott's nostalgia for Strom Thurmond's battle for segregation)
I'm particularly looking forward to seeing how the whole Republican Martin Luther King thing works out for them in South Carolina, where they have reason to know a bit more about racist Democratic politicians in the fifties than Lt. Col Rice apparently does
Fifty years ago today, on August 29, 1957, Sen. Strom Thurmond [D-SC], the South’s champion of states’ rights and white supremacy, secured a place in the annals of congressional history when he finally yielded the floor after speaking for 24 hours and 18 minutes straight [against the passage of the 1957 Civil Rights Act]. His speech set the record for a Senate filibuster.
Thurmond’s filibuster made for good political theater, but it never stood a chance of derailing the bill. …But outside the nation’s capital, many Southerners loved Thurmond’s performance. Georgia’s governor, Marvin Griffin, defiantly promised, “We’re not going to let a Federal judge tell us who can vote,” while South Carolina’s governor, George Bell Timmerman, Jr., proudly announced, “I don’t have any intention of cooperating.” Thurmond’s grandstand may have been legislatively ineffectual, but it almost certainly encouraged white Southerners in resisting federal law, as they had begun doing three years earlier after the Supreme Court’s decision in Brown v. Board of Education.
In its immediate goal, Thurmond’s stand proved unnecessary. Stripped of its teeth, the Civil Rights Act of 1957 proved an ineffective safeguard of black voting rights. It would take a much stronger measure, the 1965 Voting Rights Act, to get the job done. It’s hard to say who won in the long run. In 1964 Thurmond, a Democrat, switched political affiliation again, this time for good, leading a massive exodus of white Southerners to the Republican party.
He never, that I noticed, looked back (or gave up his remarkably successful reliance on procedural maneuvers).
I guess those who fail to learn the lessons of history will never want for funding. Well played, Lt. Col. Rice.
5 cold cooked beef tenderloins, about 0.75" thick
1 entire package of mixed yuppie salad greens
a nearly equal quantity of small fresh spinach leaves
a good handful of fresh basil leaves
7 medium tomatoes
6 fat stalks of green onion, chopped
8-9 of those mutant dwarf sweet bell peppers
2/3 C. sun-dried tomatoes snipped into little bits
4 small salty French preserved lemons
olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt, pepper
Slice tenderloins in half along their horizontal axis, then cube the resulting half-thickness pieces. Put them in a bowl. Seed your lemons and chop them fine. Chop or snip your sun-dried tomatoes into bits. Snip the fresh basil into thin bits. Put the chopped lemon, sun-dried tomatoes, and basil bits in with the beef, and toss gently. Stet.
Wash your greens, get the excess water off via your preferred method, and put them into a very large bowl. Chop the green onions. Cube the tomatoes. Cut up the mutant dwarf bell peppers. Toss them in with the greens. Snip some more basil leaves and toss those in too, if you feel like it.
Add the beef mixture to the main bowl and toss everything together gently. Dress it with a good olive oil (the cloudy greenish sorts work well with this) and some balsamic vinegar. Salt and pepper to taste. Eat happily.
Before I go any further: no, I have not become a spendthrift! The Fairway in Red Hook sells cut-price whole beef tenderloins. I de-sinew them (that's the trickiest bit), slice them into individual servings, and wrap and freeze them myself. If they're not the cheapest meat on the market, they're also far from the most expensive.
The preserved lemons are from Fairway as well. They import them from France under their own "Campagne St Eugene" label. They're small, salty, and intensely flavorful. The complete ingredients list is "lemons, water, salt, anti-oxidant F300, citric acid." If you can't get French lemons, use Moroccan preserved lemons instead.
I'm recording this one because it turns out there's something alchemical about the combination of cold beef, preserved lemons, and fresh basil. It's possible the alchemical effect depends on some of the other ingredients as well, but it's the beef, lemon, and basil that rise up singing.
- John Roberts, age 55
- John Paul Stevens, age 88
- Antonin Scalia, age 72
- Anthony Kennedy, age 71
- David Souter, age 68
- Clarence Thomas, age 60
- Ruth Bader Ginsburg, age 75
- Stephen Breyer, age 69
- Samuel Alito, age 58
They gave me a blank look.
"American tribal style?" I explained.
"Oh!" one said. "I don't bellydance. I just like the outfits!"
The doors opened, and they pranced away.
Ah well, perhaps I can get them to try some moves with me if I see them, again.
- Feeling:
amused
HAPpy happy happy BIRTHday!
HAPpy happy happy BIRTHday!
HAPpy happy happy BIRTHday
To YOUs to YOUs to YOUs!
(Ole!)

