If “an apple a day keeps the doctor away,” it’s rather surprising there’s still a need for doctors, considering Canadians consume around 11 kg of apples per person per year. They can choose from a bewildering array of apple cultivars, too (more than 7,500 are known), from the crisp and tart (Macintosh) to the soft …
Regular readers of this blog (I know of at least two!) know that I love airships. I’ve never flown in one or even been close to one, mind you, but maybe someday… In fact, maybe someday I’ll have my own airship yacht. It could happen! (Via Gizmodo.)
If “an apple a day keeps the doctor away,” it’s rather surprising there’s still a need for doctors, considering Canadians consume around 11 kg of apples per person per year. They can choose from a bewildering array of apple cultivars, too (more than 7,500 are known), from the crisp and tart (Macintosh) to the soft …
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Workers install a Blairmore Ring in a Saskatchewan potash mine. (Hey, it’s a caption for the APEGS history book. Whaddya want?)
I finally posted two big posts at the wine blog my wife and I maintain, The Willetts on Wine. Both relate to the German Wine Society’s dinner held a couple of weeks ago at which the guest of honour was Rainer Karl Lingenfelder of Lingenfelder Estate. His family has been growing grapes and making wine …
Karl seated himself in the ornately carved–and therefore, not surprisingly, amazingly uncomfortable–black wooden chair at the head of the table and nodded to the Prime Advisor.
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The astounding story of the magazine that refused to die! (Via Locus Online.)
More photos here. *It’s a sham rock. Get it? Get it? I slay me.
I’ve been hired by Genome Prairie (“an organization interested in exploring the ethical, economic, environmental, social and legal implications of genomics research”) to host a public forum following a special screening of the movie The Score at the Kramer IMAX Theatre here in Regina on Monday, March 27, from 6:30 to 9 p.m. The Score, …
Smiling and shaking the hands of Second Formers was one thing; dealing with the Council, which took up Karl’s afternoon, was worse–mainly because he wasn’t allowed to deal with them, or even talk to them.
