The Unreasonable Man

I’ll say it one last time: the way the French say “Chocolat” proves that their language and culture is unbeatable. I think this while listening to “Nathalie” by Gilbert Becaud, again.

My iMac has been repaired, kinda.

Logic board replaced. No fix. Power supply replaced, no fix. Display replaced, fixed. Kinda, because now the fan is very loud. I have to go back again after Canada day.

Worse: my time machine backup now thinks this is a new Mac, so it is backing up 40 GB all over again. That is dumb, really dumb. And I have no obvious way of deleting the old 40 GB backup. Or linking to it.

Again it is the same story: Mac OS and hardware are superb, but the applications are pretty crappy. Except iWork and in particular Pages, which are great.

So as usual, Canadians are being taken for a ride. This time for using an iPhone. US citizens pay $30 for unlimited data; only slightly more in Asia and Europe.

Rogers customers will pay a lot for the phone, and they must sign up for three years, and they will pay a whopping $115 for 2 GB and some minutes. And no doubt that $115 is REALLY $215 once you add the “excuse fees”, such as taxes, network fees, must-have features, and the like.

Disgusting usury, and the Tories are entirely to blame. If they were the free market party they would get my vote, social Neanderthals or not: much since they are not even that: No Way José.

So when I am on Third Line and the police scanner tells me about a serious accident on Third Line, and I happen to have my 70-200mm lens on the camera, and parking 10m away is easy once I manage to get there, then of course I take a few shots.

As always, click for larger.

Graduate 2: my eldest son graduated high school tonight. So I looked overequipped - who cares. I got some good shots.

Did I mention I love flash: Here’s Younger Brother:

Namely, the equipment:

And the result:

Son 2 graduated from grade school yesterday. Here’s the grade grad (click for larger, of course):

On to high school in the autumn.

…you own one of these:

Every time I look they are different. I love summer as much as I hate winter.

From this:

To this:

..in five minutes.

Yes. Bad and good.