Why things suck.
An interesting challenge
She plays while chatting about it with her friend over FaceTime.
I was relieved that the rain stopped just as I started leading a walking tour for a group of home schoolers from Langley on the incarceration of Japanese Canadians in Hastings Park 75 years ago. The Momiji garden was very colorful with the leaves changing colour. We looked at historic panels set up near the four buildings still standing from that time: the Auditorium where they did school, the Forum where the men slept, Rollerland where the boys (including my father) slept, and the Livestock buildings where the women and children stayed and the hospital was set up.
Though I suppose sign language could involve fingers of speech.
In our flying car.
Ask the pharmacist
Bill Nye is getting old too.
I had thought it was a prokaryote. Silly me.
I could not even remember how I got them.
Mope is role playing game where you eat other creatures to gain more power.
I am a lapsed scientist, no longer directly involved with the discussion about how the world works. But through this program, I get to be a scientific consultant to a pair of elementary school teachers, helping them design and deliver scientific enrichment to their students. Perhaps I can help explore the mental juggling act of science of alternating between imagining how the world might be and rigorously testing our ideas against reality. I do think that thinking like scientist can help with everyday life, perhaps now more than ever, as we must deal with the endless flood of dubious information.
I volunteered to have my hair cut by Japanese performance artist Yoriko Gillard at the Nikkei Centre. She explores the idea of kizuna, one's connections to others and in this case, issues related to trust. The barber I had in Japan always did an amazing job, and I transferred that trust to her. She was skilled as a stylist, respectful as an artist, and thoughtful as a speaker. I didn't really know what I was getting myself into, but it was an unexpectedly moving, thought-provoking experience. Later, however, my daughter said I looked like the leader of North Korea.
My Wacom Intuos 3 heading out to pasture.