This 2003 British commercial for the Honda Accord runs about two minutes, and despite doubts, it was shot in real time, with no effects. This page on Snopes.com has some of the details of the complicated shoot, which must have been agonizing in the details.
A funeral will be held this morning for John O'Mara, who died this weekend after a short bout with cancer. John learned only a few weeks ago that he was sick; I would never wish cancer upon anyone, but I'm glad he did not suffer for long. The news of his death was shocking to those of us at CBC in St. John's - and a great, great many others who knew him - who were accustomed to seeing John regularly.
John was the director of radio for many years; I got to know him better when he ran the communications department just before his retirement. We've all been talking about John a lot over the last few days at the CBC building. John was only 63; not to be unkind, but he seemed so much older than he was when he was at CBC, perhaps because of the way he carried himself, but also because of ... well, the way he was. Some of his colleagues his age were given to casual clothes and a more casual demeanour, and that was just not his way.
John did pretty much everything at CBC during his career: hosting shows, creating them, being in a position to keep them on the air, moving effortlessly between TV and radio.
I'll miss John's distinctive, made-to-be-an-announcer voice (I could pick him out in a crowd), and moreso his wit and the chats we've had. I'm glad he was able to have enough time in his retirement to pursue some of the things he loved.
Gmail has teamed up with Threadless with a contest (now closed) to find a winning T-shirt design. I liked this design, which I guess makes sense given the title of this blog comes from Morse code, too. (The birds, by the way, are saying "Hello" and "Hi.")
Attraction, repulsion, friction ... I think I recall some of that stuff from my high-school physics classes. Here's a game (well, a small one) that lets you play around with the rules (and some balls).
I received a link recently that showed this and other photos, in a house that emulates, down to the small details, the Simpsons home in the TV show:
The page holding these images jokingly references the Simpsons movie, but I'm pretty sure these pictures date back a decade, to a stunt that involved The Simpsons with a promotional giveaway of a replica house in Nevada. Plenty on that can still be read here.
But beneath Ottawa's buttoned-up, civil-servant demeanor lies a surprisingly vibrant community, with enough green space, trails and water within city limits to satisfy the most hyperactive of travelers. (Go ahead, call it the San Francisco of eastern Canada — it's worthy.)
Ottawa has always had an image problem, but while I was working there (albeit between 1985 and 1987), I was struck by the wide range of recreation opportunities, and the unexpectedly cooler corners of the city.
I always find looking at old maps fascinating: it's easy, of course, to spot some of what's wrong, but it's still remarkable to consider how much knowledge needed to be gained to make maps centuries ago. Here's one from North America; this edition dating from 1672:
We put a couple of thousand clicks on the vehicle this month, during a family trip that took us west, north and back again. A few months ago, I bought an inexpensive adapter at Canadian Tire that lets us stream my iPod on an FM frequency. Some distortion mars the sound when it's pumped up, but otherwise it may driving on the highway much more pleasant to have a continual stream of good tunes ... without getting tired of CDs. Some of the songs below are from that very, very long playlist.
John Legend: Slow Dance. Apart from a naughty word where I had to hit the volume control, lest my little fella pick up some language I'd rather he not yet have, I really liked the retro-ish groove of this tune, which fit the sweltering feeling of the hotter days.
Flight of the Conchords: The Most Beautiful Girl In the Room (Live). I picked this up last week as a free single from iTunes. I really like the show, and this song - filled with minimally romantic lines ("When you're on the street, depending on the street, I bet you're definitely in the top three") - is a hoot. You can watch the segment from the TV show where this song is performed here.
Mexican Institute of Sound: El Microphono. A pickup from the KEXP song of the day podcast. I have no idea what the song is about (no hablo espanol), but I've been humming to the "ooooh-ooooh" chorus anyway. This song also gets added to my mental list of songs featuring unbeatable cowbells. (I, you know, have a fever for the cowbell.)
Black Eyed Peas: Power to the People. I found Instant Karma - an album of John Lennon covers which benefits Amnesty International's work in Darfur - a bit disappointing, although I've been finding (a bit of a surprise) that I've been playing this more often than others. Perhaps because it sounds contemporary, even though the original is a bit of a timepiece from a very different era.
Aretha Franklin: The House That Jack Built. It's just 2:20 long, but it's as solid a single as anything Aretha ever recorded. Definitely a pick-me-up for long stretches of highway!
Click below to see other notes filed in the Saturday Playlist queue.
I don't know if Lifted - the Pixar short that was released with the feature Ratatouille - is supposed to be online, but Jumpcut is featuring it (albeit in subpar quality). The short makes great fun of the ol' alien abduction storyline, mashed up with the nervewracking anxiety of having to pass a test.
There's a book out called Porn For Women, by a group called the Cambridge Women's Pornography Cooperative. It's not softly lit stuff, or anything naughty in fact ... it's a humour book meant, I guess, to be given for birthdays, showers and that sort of thing. The above is an example; you can see more here too.
I've met photographer Scott Walden; I interviewed him in 2001, about an exhibit of work then being shown, at the former Memorial University gallery, about resettled communities. Some of the images of that show have already gone on their way to becoming iconic. I was not aware, though, until this week that I actually appear in his latest work ... even though I had glanced through the work before.
All the Clubs from Holyrood to Brigus is a collection that pretty much speaks for itself. This is a section of Conception Bay that is dear to my heart, as my father's family comes from the region, and I still have relatives living there. The images are curious: they basically show the clubs as they truly are, without any gussying up.
This is the eighth image in the series:
If you squint - as my dad did, when this image was reprinted a couple of weeks ago in both the Telegram and the Independent - you'll see yours truly (the bald guy at the back) in the doorway. I missed both of the papers as we were on the road, deep into vacation territory.
Last summer, I was attending, as the sign declares, the party at the Legion in Holyrood to celebrate the 50th wedding anniversary of my uncle George and my aunt Mary. I (and I would imagine others) were oblivious that Scott was outside with his camera! I would definitely have asked him in.
Oddly enough, I had looked at the online series of pictures weeks ago, and browsed through them quickly - without a) noticing the sign about George and Mary and b) noticing myself. So much for that eagle-eyed reputation...
Dot Dot Dot is Morse code for the letter 'S,' the full message Guglielmo Marconi claimed to have received atop Signal Hill in St. John's in 1901. It ushered in the age of telecommunications. My maternal grandfather worked as a telegraph operator for Canadian Marconi on Signal Hill for many years.
As well, I have a habit of overusing the ellipsis when I write ... as frequent readers might notice.