Wednesday, February 23, 2005

you can listen to audiocasts of the US Olympic/World curling trials here. it says Shoutcast or RealPlayer are required, but I'm listening via iTunes, no problem.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

I recently finished a big mix-CD project for the curling club's mixed bonspiel, which entailed lots of fights with my printer. This meant I haven't been in much of a mood to sit down and compose anything. In other curling-related news, USCA Nationals are at the club next week, and my team won the Cherry Tree Bonspiel yesterday. As the lead, I'm responsible for taking the trophy to the engravers and getting our names on it. W00t, as the kids say.

Friday, February 11, 2005

While I don't want kids of my own nor do I see myself wanting any, I'm not militantly anti-child, as members of the childfree movement are often portrayed. Nonetheless I was improperly amused at today's Sun-Times headline about fighting toxoplasmosis:

Docs want pregnant women screened for parasite

Sunday, February 6, 2005

I've recently noticed a disconnect in ways to indicate that one has...okay, that one has the coolest stuff. For audiophiles, the accepted method of indicating that you're hardcore is to say you "have it on vinyl." I guess this demonstrates that you're an early adopter; you were "into them first," as Cake says.

For movies, however, people claim "I have it on DVD." Which I guess tells people that you need to have the best-quality copy on the current state-of-the-art technology. But since DVD has had the quickest adoption of any home technology in history, is this really valid anymore? Is a better test to have something on Betamax, or perhaps Pioneer laser discs? I know a few people who still swear by those media (the LD people are especially holding on to their Criterion editions, since that company can't always relicense the films for DVD.

Of course, the apex of hardcore cinemania to eschew home video altogether and go around acquiring and preserving 16 or 35mm prints.
One of the Dunkin' Donuts near me -- and the one I frequent most despite being farther than two others -- is apparently a renegade outfit. The first indication is that they still sell French crullers, a year or so after the chain broke Mark's heart by discontinuing them.

The second sign, and way more disturbing, is something I noticed this morning. Over the breakfast sandwich menu was this home-printed sign: