This is now going to be my standard response to people who genuinely want to add me as their Opera friend. I usually check a person's blog first thing to determine if they're schiesters or not. Those of us who have been around awhile can probably relate to this.
Hello Opera member, I'm flattered you would want to add me as your friend here at the Opera community. These requests come in from time to time and I see some common threads from people who don't "get" what Opera is about.
It's not a friend acquisition competition. It's not about little bits of information of what you do every moment of the day. It's not a place to hock your business idea. It's not a site to display graphic pornography.
It is about people sharing about their lives - whether good or bad. It is about having others care for you when the chips are down. It is about celebration for joyous events and genuine praise for others' talents. It is about learning of other people, cultures and customs from around the world. It is about finding commonality among other humans who live on this planet - and appreciating it.
So I offer these suggestions to you and anyone else who wants to be my friend: Stay awhile. Don't just create an account and then bugger off. Write something. Anything. As much or little as you feel comfortable with. Add a picture to go with what you're writing. It usually helps the rest of us understand. When I know more of who you are, I would be happy to add you onto my friend's list - because then we can really be friends.
Check out this person's blog to get an idea of what I'm talking about. http://my.opera.com/someone-who-has-a-really-good-blog/blog With warm regards, Henry P.S.: because of abuses in the past by idiots and unscrupulous people, I only accept e-mail from those on my friends list. Sorry. If there is progress on the suggestions mentioned above, we'll get to know each other much better.
About a month ago I was walking home very late from fixing up some computers at an after school program our church runs in the neighbourhood. Going over a bridge on the sidewalk, there was a sharp pain on my right calf and a car that had passed me began speeding away. Never did see the license plate as I was in shock from the event - and noticed raw egg running down my pant leg. It hurt; as would any egg being pelted at someone from a car moving about 40kmh. The following picture is what it looked like that evening: About 3 days later it looked like this:
I couldn't tell for absolute sure, but it seemed like a carload of teenagers out to create trouble. So stupid.
A friend of mine received this letter recently from the dealership where he bought his current vehicle. Really, it's legit. Sensitive information has been blacked out to protect the innocent and the guilty.
Sometimes, it is a tremendous blessing to get something that you've wanted. It's even better when it's almost free - like this Canon EOS Rebel 2000 .
About a year ago, a volunteer at my work asked me if I would like an SLR camera. I wasn't interested at the time and I had a bit of an idea how much it would cost for film and processing and such. There is a standard lens and a 75-300mm telephoto lens. Plus extra lens cases, lens cleaner, carry case, owner's manual and more.
About a month ago this volunteer just gave it all to me with only a request for a paltry sum. He wasn't able to sell it on consignment at a camera store (my guess is that the camera is about 12 years old, but it's hardly ever been used; the shutter seems to work very smoothly). Now most everything I have is of a digital variety: handy and quick for blog posts and such. But it would be interesting to try a model that is "old school". I figured it would be fun to figure out how these kind of things worked. The batteries for this are very expensive (fortunately, a local drug store had them on sale). I asked Debbie if she could get me a roll of film - 200 ASA (or ISO) should be a decent starter for general shooting, I guess.
Does anyone have any tips on regular SLR cameras? Care? Maintenance? Film types or manufacturers? Thanks!
On Monday of this past week, many nations around the world (particularly those of the United Kingdom and it's former colonies) observe Remembrance Day. We Canadians usually wear poppies - as do most of the United Kingdom - as a memorial to the iconic poem In Flanders Fields.
The only memorial here on Hamilton mountain is on 36th Street. It was actually an arch built on the front entrance of a public school in 1919 after the First World War. There were obviously high hopes that kind of conflict would not happen again. Shortly after coming to Hamilton in 2003, the school was torn down and the rest of the property turned into a park, but the arch remained as a national monument. Debbie and I saw a notice on a web page that there was to be some sort of service at this place on Remembrance Day. When we arrived there just minutes before 11 a.m., however, only a single person was there taking photographs. No service and no military representatives.
Interestingly, a soldier did come by and we observed the customary minute of silence just shortly after 11 a.m. We then chatted for a few minutes and went on our way. The lady told me she was taking photographs for her blog; one that she started during a course and has kept up for a few years. It is just simply a better thing for her to write about the day and those moments. Look up the blog of Hamiltonkat on Wordpress and enjoy.
Does anyone know of this series? A fellow I know has recently given me the A&E 40th anniversary edition; which includes all episodes of this single season TV series. It is amazing it appeared on television at all; but then, so many conventions went out the window in the 1960's.
I have just finished watching all of the series over the past few weeks and am very impressed. The staging and special effects and thought-provoking plots are still incredible to see today. Highly recommended viewing for sci-fi fans.
Since my previous post, I contacted a very helpful person at the City Clerk’s office about a former building I worked in that intrigued me. Today the mystery has been solved. It seems there is a very useful listing of residences and businesses at Hamilton’s Central Library in their historical archives section. I went back to 1920 and found 203 Main Street East in Hamilton to be a residence of a Mrs. Rogers. I then tried 1930 and found 203-209 Main Street East to be the business of Carter’s Ltd. I tried a couple of other year listings but couldn’t determine when this Carter’s Ltd. business began.
The clerk at the library then began digging up information on the business. The best result was a section of The Hamilton Herald from September 15, 1928. The front page displayed this advertisement:
Further into this section were many advertisements by suppliers and contractors who promoted the success of this new business – even a full page advertisement by Firestone promoting their huge tire making plant on Beach Road here in Hamilton.
My initial hunch about the date of the building was correct – between 1920 and 1940. The thought of it being a dealership was, however, quite incorrect. It seems this building was the flagship of a number of service stations in Hamilton and one in St. Catharines. The library clerk also found a promotional picture for Lifesavers candies with the Carter’s Ltd. building as a prominent backdrop.
As an aside, Lifesavers candies were made here in Hamilton for about 70 years. I’ll throw in a video from our local TV station for free (the above picture is at 2:09). I feel so much better now.
One of the things Debbie and I enjoy doing together is walking in local conservation areas. About 10 minutes' drive from our place is Eramosa Karst Conservation Area. It was a nice way to spend a lovely warm afternoon with her on our anniversary.
I had no idea what a "karst" was. Apparently, it is an area of rock that is eroded by underground streams that sometimes has the sections of rock above it cave in! Not far from here (seeing as how we are on the Niagara Escarpment) is an area of karsts. The video below shows one section where it is quite deep and the underground stream (when there is one) had collapsed a section of rock about four feet under it! I apologize in advance for the video quality as we were shooting this with Debbie's iPod. ( I just noticed how YouTube "fixes" the shaking of the first section of my video: it shakes the frames, not the subject!)
One of the spectacular things was a tree that was split three ways and bent down to the ground. The base of it had to be over 3 feet (1 metre) across, but many of the branches far from the roots still had leaves on them!
The walk around the area was lovely except for one thing: a coyote! We followed along one of the coloured trails until the section where the coyote's den was. We didn't want to risk coming face-to-face with a wild animal, so we just doubled back to the parking lot.
One of the last thing we did that day was a trip to La Luna's, our favourite Lebanese restaurant. Going there will hopefully be a tradition for special days for many years to come.
See these flyers? We get about twice this amount every week. Last week I was in a “big box” store and noticed aisle after aisle of just too much stuff. Far too much than a reasonably well-off society could reasonably consume.
It just gets under my skin that although we can have “lean” manufacturing practices, we have “fat” buying practices. Trying to own too much, eat too much, travel too much, watch too much, plant too much, play games too much, drive too much and live in places that are beyond what can reasonably be afforded. I walk into a local grocery store and think to myself that the amount of food put on shelves here in western society could easily feed the whole world so many times over–yet so much is exported here simply to make a profit. That’s all. No other motive. I realize that people need to have some profit, but how much is too much?
So much of what I have are hand-me-downs. Even this post is being written on a second-hand laptop that I’ve spent two days resetting to it’s factory default and cleaning up. I guess there are just too few things I need in this world that require me to go out and buy new. On the other hand, it is possible to collect too much and become like a pack-rat. Perhaps the balance is to have “just enough”. That’s what I’m shooting for.
A number of years ago I used to work in this building. You can see the glass of the middle business (Therapist’s Choice) is still papered up. I don’t believe there has been another tenant in that area for over a year. What has always intrigued me was the company that may have occupied the whole building at one time; likely between the 1920's and 1950's.
The one obvious element of the stone facade is the word “SERVICE ENTRANCE” above a bay door three quarters of the way to the right. Working in that building for only 3 months revealed a special entrance at the north-west rear corner of the building. It was the entrance to a ramp that traveled the whole length of the building on the inside and then turned to the right to the second floor. Notice the faux pillars on the edges of the glass; there are a number of them across the front. My only conclusion was that the building must have been a high-end car dealership at it’s beginning.
Some rudimentary searches on the internet over the years have revealed nothing about the address or of any history of automobile dealerships. Last week I made the trip to Hamilton’s downtown Central Library to visit the 3rd floor - the historical archives section. The best that could be had was articles and advertisements from a 1928 automotive section of the Hamilton Herald. After searching about 20 pages on microfilm, there were no clues. The next step was contacting the city clerk’s office to find out if they had any assessment records of the address. A thorough response from a helpful person there suggested trying a different set of directories that are to be found at the library’s historical archives. I shall return again this week.
Why this search is consuming me, I don’t know. Just the mystery of something unique, I guess. P.S.: Excuse the lack of photographic clarity; I used Debbie's iPod.