sanity break
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electriclandFortunately the second half of this storyboard has lots 'n' lots of pre-existing graphs and tables or I'd be going out of my mind right about now.
Evening is proceeding as planned: went to gym, returned video, showered, ate, and am formatting the storyboard. (It is frelling ANNOYING trying to format with a trackpad. On the plus side, the bullets that appeared next to the line numbers around midafternoon are gone as mysteriously as they came.)
And I made banana-raspberry muffins for myself as a reward. Waiting for them to cool now. Late-night baking always reminds me of my roommate from university, Lisa, who would get baking fits at midnight; it was marvellous.
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ohiblather's latest post discusses collections past and present and challenges us to recall our own, so here goes. (I am drawing a distinction here between things I actually collect and things that, y'know, I happen to have a lot of, like candles and underwear and cards.)
When I was younger — these would have been the Kenya years — I collected stamps and model horses. I had no interest in philately as such, I liked the pretty pictures. I remember Hungary always had awesome stamps, absolutely beautiful. They had "Magyar Posta" on 'em and they and their brethren usually came in mixed lots of about a hundred. I put them carefully in albums. I can't remember how I sorted them now.
I had two sets of model horses: Breyer's Stablemates, which I believe they still make, are about 2 1/2 inches tall, excellent quality. In a cunning marketing ploy they put pictures of all the others on the back of the package, so I used to give my dad detailed lists of what to get when he went to Canada. My cousin Sheila grew out of her horsy phase and donated her collection to me, bless her; I don't believe I ever thanked her. One of these days I'll have to do the same for some other little girl. They all had names (I can probably remember some, not counting the Famous Racehorses that came with names already). I used to set them up in tableaux and make tiny little props for them (saddles, haybags, rosettes...). I have a bunch of photos that I took one day when we and another family were on vacation at this fabulous house somewhere near Mt. Kenya (I think — I could be making that up).
I believe it was this same house (all I remember clearly about it was a very deep window-seat, and a channel outside the back door where the dishwater drained) that I found the ad (I think in the back of an old copy of Horse & Hound or something) for my second horse collection. These were bigger and had manes and tails you could trim, but they were proper horses, none of your My Little Pony nonsense. You could paint them too. I had about ten of them, all painted and named and given accessories.
I say "had", but they're all in a box at my parents' house. I can't bear to part with them, although it's a bit silly to keep them. I still acquire the occasional model horse, although these days they're a bit different — one's clay, one's a T'ang reproduction from the Met, one's a foot-high bronze-coloured horse my aunt and uncle brought back from Buffalo... you get the picture. These are proudly displayed in my living room.
I don't especially collect anything nowadays, although I have started going to the 1001 Pots festival in Val-David each year. I usually get myself a bowl or some such. The other things I have a lot of, like comics and books and CDs, don't really count as collections... I think anyway.
The great advantage of collections is that someone who has one is very easy to buy presents for. The downside of collections is that if you are that person, and one day you feel you have ENOUGH matchboxes or paintings of Elvis on velvet or Faberge eggs, it is very difficult to spread the word with authority.
Anyway, thank you for indulging in my nostalgia trip. I believe my muffins may be cool enough to eat now...
Evening is proceeding as planned: went to gym, returned video, showered, ate, and am formatting the storyboard. (It is frelling ANNOYING trying to format with a trackpad. On the plus side, the bullets that appeared next to the line numbers around midafternoon are gone as mysteriously as they came.)
And I made banana-raspberry muffins for myself as a reward. Waiting for them to cool now. Late-night baking always reminds me of my roommate from university, Lisa, who would get baking fits at midnight; it was marvellous.
ohiblather's latest post discusses collections past and present and challenges us to recall our own, so here goes. (I am drawing a distinction here between things I actually collect and things that, y'know, I happen to have a lot of, like candles and underwear and cards.)When I was younger — these would have been the Kenya years — I collected stamps and model horses. I had no interest in philately as such, I liked the pretty pictures. I remember Hungary always had awesome stamps, absolutely beautiful. They had "Magyar Posta" on 'em and they and their brethren usually came in mixed lots of about a hundred. I put them carefully in albums. I can't remember how I sorted them now.
I had two sets of model horses: Breyer's Stablemates, which I believe they still make, are about 2 1/2 inches tall, excellent quality. In a cunning marketing ploy they put pictures of all the others on the back of the package, so I used to give my dad detailed lists of what to get when he went to Canada. My cousin Sheila grew out of her horsy phase and donated her collection to me, bless her; I don't believe I ever thanked her. One of these days I'll have to do the same for some other little girl. They all had names (I can probably remember some, not counting the Famous Racehorses that came with names already). I used to set them up in tableaux and make tiny little props for them (saddles, haybags, rosettes...). I have a bunch of photos that I took one day when we and another family were on vacation at this fabulous house somewhere near Mt. Kenya (I think — I could be making that up).
I believe it was this same house (all I remember clearly about it was a very deep window-seat, and a channel outside the back door where the dishwater drained) that I found the ad (I think in the back of an old copy of Horse & Hound or something) for my second horse collection. These were bigger and had manes and tails you could trim, but they were proper horses, none of your My Little Pony nonsense. You could paint them too. I had about ten of them, all painted and named and given accessories.
I say "had", but they're all in a box at my parents' house. I can't bear to part with them, although it's a bit silly to keep them. I still acquire the occasional model horse, although these days they're a bit different — one's clay, one's a T'ang reproduction from the Met, one's a foot-high bronze-coloured horse my aunt and uncle brought back from Buffalo... you get the picture. These are proudly displayed in my living room.
I don't especially collect anything nowadays, although I have started going to the 1001 Pots festival in Val-David each year. I usually get myself a bowl or some such. The other things I have a lot of, like comics and books and CDs, don't really count as collections... I think anyway.
The great advantage of collections is that someone who has one is very easy to buy presents for. The downside of collections is that if you are that person, and one day you feel you have ENOUGH matchboxes or paintings of Elvis on velvet or Faberge eggs, it is very difficult to spread the word with authority.
Anyway, thank you for indulging in my nostalgia trip. I believe my muffins may be cool enough to eat now...
