Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sir, Please Step to the Side.....
here while #2 is here) Just to make sure that this photo can receive full credit for originality, it pre-dated this photo by a good decade or so....although there is a frightening similarity in demeanour. Must've been the possibility we used the same photographer, Kinko's Al-Qaeda Photos, Copies, & Hashish Emporium. This is the passport photo that has caused me the most troubles, i.e., delays at customs. Don't know if it was the sleepy suspicious look or the "Go ahead, put me through the questioning ringer" pose.
When I travel with my Ever Loving Wife and there is a need to be packing a passport, it's quite amusing when we hand over our papers. The looks and reactions we get are the same. The ELW is quite the photogenic type; jeezzz! even here driving license photo looks great. Me? Well, as you can see, the first reaction would be to have me face the wall and spread my legs, arms raised high with palms pressed on that same wall.
The first question the security folks ask, after seeing that we have the same last name is, "Are you travelling with him?". Notice, how the question is always aimed at her, I being the suspicious half of the duo. I've learned that it is best that I even more aggreeable and understanding with my ELW before a trip as not to allow her even a smidgen of an excuse to pause before answering that question. Even the most minute of pauses has caused the suspicion meter to rise with these border guards and has resulted in my being detained for a bit longer while they ply their inquisitive trade.
Even when the ELW answers without a pause, we're sure to elicit a reaction, usually a shake of the head or a "tsk-tsk". She truly travels with a dangerous crowd....and I provide fodder for her hilarious re-telling of just one more border-crossing incident.
I'm here to provide.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Early 1990's Hardly Leaving the Country
The son was in the early throes of being a wise guy and commented that I had that "post office look" without the sideways portrait. Joining in the paternal fun, the daughter opined that I had some semblance to a terrorist, albeit "a good terrorist, Tata". Thanks, kiddies!
Those were days in the distant past when one can mouth "terrorist" and can usually expect an easy chuckle. I'm not implying the world was more innocent; it's simply that we in the States were relatively unscathed (McVeigh & Oklahoma City were still a good 5 years away...). Our national empathy for the troubles abroad was nil. Our assuredness in safety at home was strong. Unshakeable.
What a different time awaited us only a decade later.....
The Ever Loving Wife appeared on the scene and while career exploits were still running on the local track, the personal side boarded the express and we were off. The kiddies soon appeared, much to our surprise and we had three and then four sets of footprints tromping around the neighborhood. It was a time for big smiles in the house as the kids grew into quote machines, offering up their world observations from the perch of high-chairs and wheeling-about-the-wood-floors trikes.
The ELW started a side project of a kid's radio show in the spare timed eked from kinder/house care. Our daughter, happily ensconced in a backpack from which she could carefully observe her parents' activity, was already devising methods to improve our daily regimen. If she were capable of writing # 1 1/2, I'm sure her notes would have been prolific. Our son, already in deep thought as to his future career as a fireman/trashman/baseball player, found our attempts to corral him into the confines of a daily grind truly insulting & uninspiring; we were already laying the groundwork for his high-tailing it to Montana when he was fully sentient.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Montreal, Florida, Europe
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Mid 1970's Wary Look
The only set of photos that I can compare those ones are one's passport photos. We were told to pose in a certain way, usually without smiles. The official pose, I suppose. Dating myself, my first passport photo, i.e., one where I wasn't standing in with one of my parents, was back when passport photos were black & white. B &W on purpose, kiddies, not due to some cool Photoshopping thing.
So, here I be, Slavic unibrow well on its way to giving me that pondering look. Last shot before facial hair came to fuzzy up the scene. Think I'd just bought Hendrix's "Axis Bold as Love" the week this photo was taken from a guy at high school specializing in hot (off the back of a truck) deals. Deep into Vonnegut and Heller's great anti-war novel. The US was still in Vietnam and my buddies and I were deeply interested in that barrel of numbers being rolled around like a pig on a pit by the Selective Service.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Tigers & Lions & Bears
While I'm on the Tiger jag, let me note that aside from the plethora of things called/labeled/titled "Tiger", there seems to be an overabundance of bands that have "Wolf" or "Bear" in their moniker. Has no one learned anything from the humiliation that is the Roughriders, version 1 and version 2? (Aside: WP, please don't make the fine point that the names are different as it's the Saskatchewan Roughriders and the Ottawa Rough Riders..i.e., ONE word v. TWO words! I'm still perplexed about how Toronto gets away with their hocky team mis-spelling Maple Leafs!
There are many, many, mnay other animals out there that would love to be included in a band's name. What of the Hedgehog? there must be some R & R music that is simultaneously sweet and prickly?
Jim Allen over @ limewire has saved me the trouble of research and linking. This topic has been getting his goat since March of last year.
Mr. Allen was kind. Over at podington bear the list goes on and on.
It was alleviating to know bears were not driving only me batty.
Labels: Rant and Rave
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Cooking Tiger Stew
More so than usual, as evidenced by my grades in my major, I tended to go through the stacks and pick out books I'd drag back to my carrel and proceed to devour rather than having my eyes stare at textbooks. I completed a self-directed major in Russian literature while in the McLennan; unfortunately my McGill degree did not acknowledge my "independent" studies.
So, I'm going with "Cooking Tiger Stew", soon to be on your Cook book and Animal Studies shelves in your local brick & mortar venues or Internet Book coves.
Hmmmm...on the other hand, perhaps I'll re-think that title.
Addendum: The Ever-Loving Wife, tired of my incessant commentating re. the hyper-apperance (don't believe me? Here are some links just from the NYT. One. Two.) of both "A Tiger's Wife", the book, and "A Tiger's Wife", the author, has decided to put a wet sock in my grousing by buying a copy and insisting I read it before I moan on. A short review of the book will eventually pay a visit to these "pages".
Addendum #2: It's Sunday morning, March the 20th and I'm reading the NYT Book Review. New books to be reviewed this week? Well, one would be Sarita Mandanna's "Tiger Hills". So, the tiger limbers on.
Labels: 2011-Peaking Over the Mole Hill
Thursday, March 03, 2011
Personally, I'll be putting "The Information" on my Amazon Wish List, holding off the Buying Click for now. With shame, I'll pre-admit that the chances of my finishing reading Mr. Gleick's tome may be the same as those of my finishing Mr. Hofstadter's book...which has been in my possession for over 20 years.
But, like Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid, the effort will be there. Kindle or Hardcover? I'd swing toward the hardcover version. At times of frustration of comprehension (no matter how lucid Mr. Gleick may be), it is a better economic decision to chuck a book than a Kindle.
..and, yes, the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Books has had me on their "to audit" list since way back in the last century when I first tackled Gödel
Labels: 2011-Peaking Over the Mole Hill