Remembrance Day

It's coming up on Eleven AM as I post this. Please take two minutes of silence at 11 to remember and give thanks for the veterans who have fallen in wars great and small.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)

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PS - For my American friends, where it is Veterans Day, a note: According to wikipedia Canadians' Remembrance Day more closely resembles your Memorial Day in May... I didn't know that until just now.

Encounters with Rantwick, episode eight: My Tub Gets Thumped

It is a wonderful thing to run across a kindred spirit. When the kinship extends to extruded polymers, of course the relationship can take on an even deeper meaning...

Keep it sealed,

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I Like People I Don't Know

You know, I find that people I don't know are often really easy to like. Like the people responsible for the content of the following video. I like them, and the strangers I met on the bridge that morning too.

Make Some Music Of Your Own This Weekend,

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