When we were growing up our father had a charge account with BA. This was well before credit cards. A thick rectangular charge pad of BA chits that were perforated down the middle was always at the ready in the glove compartment (when was the last time anybody put gloves in that thing.) He was completely loyal to BA claiming it had excellent gas. Apparently back then some places, but not BA, put water in your tank. After the car was filled up, the station attendant scribbled something on the card then tore off a section which the station kept for billing purposes, returning the pad to our father. When my father was through with the pad that had all the chits removed he let Kate and me play with the ‘nub’ of stapled receipts. But we much preferred to play with the pads that still had the unused chits attached, that way we could scribble something on them then tear along the perforation (best part), separating perfectly good chits from the pad thereby rendering them useless. This was much more satisfying to us but not to our father, especially when we failed to return the BA pad to the glove compartment. Gaby! get me the yardstick!* It’s funny now to read how in 1908 after refining the oil to make electrolene which was the good stuff, the useless residue, little sister gasoline, was dumped in a Toronto swamp adjacent the lake, the location of the BA refinery. Founded by a Canadian who had worked for Standard Oil in Buffalo, it was formed under a province of Ontario charter in 1906 which meant it was still under the purveyance of King Edward VII. It liked to boast that it was a British Company with American standards. Yeah.
*Usually an idle threat as he was so stricken with asthma (later emphysema) we could easily outrun him.
sometimes people ask me what i do with my time..M60 issued a challenge recently for people to make short videos of sections of a new single by montreal band the receivers. this is what i contributed. of course there’s a lot more to the song.
Last night when Lily and I drove home from Montreal the sky was so full of stars we got to talking about whether or not there might be life elsewhere in the Universe. Lily remembered that shortly before he died Carl Sagan had said he doubted there was. She said if that’s the case I feel very special.
If we all believed we were really really special would it make a difference?
The Mittenstrings go on second in a triple bill. Sorry to be late posting this.
Underpants bomber – Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab
Pathfinder bomber – Faisal Shahzad
Pathfinder murderer, underpants bomb, pilot – Col. Russ Williams
from the dictionary:
PATHFINDER: a person who goes ahead and discovers or shows others a path or way.
• an aircraft or its pilot sent ahead to locate and mark the target area for bombing.
The Mittenstrings will be doing a short set tonight during Poetry Plus’ Spring event. Good luck all.
Why are these latest ‘terrorists’ so inept? Bomberpants and Pathfinder? (Shoe-bomber?) They don’t deserve the moniker of ‘terrorist.’ Their bombs don’t go off. They leave tracks, like their emails on Craigs list, the housekeys in car. They get caught. The anti-terror squads look good. I think they’re meant to be inept. Little drills until the next big one happens. A diversion, lulling people into complacency. It really puts things in perspective. It’s enough to make one a 9/11 and Oklahoma City bombing skeptic. These days the only really effective terrorist is Mother Earth.
I’m all right Jack.
Those are ‘freebees’ pollinating our pear blossoms not those exhausted indentured bees they truck around to pollinate commercial orchards. Each of our pears will be a work of love, for the raccoons to enjoy in August.
Vimeo is taking its bloody time processing this video and no estimate as to the waiting time. As usual they have their hand out.
An early effort. Still makes me cry.