Monday, October 30, 2006

Hooray for Standard Time!

is one of my favouritest bloggers ever, and here she makes me laugh about one of my snarliest beefs about time changes: folks forget how to drive when it's suddenly dark at rush hour. I notice it every year. Nonetheless, I am thrilled to see Standard Time again. When I was little, Daylight Saving Time ran from the last Sunday in April to the first Sunday in October. And boy, did I think time changes were cool! Then it was changed to the first and last Sunday of those months respectively. I could deal because it was always Standard Time again by Halloween.

But mercy, now that I'm an old fart and the thrill of DST is waning, I must say: are mornings ever dark at the beginning and end of DST. How depressing, to get up in the dark and go to work in the dark for weeks and weeks! And next year DST will last even longer - from the second Sunday in March to the first one in November - essentially four weeks longer than now, and two and a half months longer than when I was a child. That's a damn long time to be packing an already-stressed, depressed workforce off to commute in the dark. Can the economic benefits possibly be worth it?

And I've said it before, but trick-or-treating in daylight is lame, lame, lame. Any law that makes kids trick-or-treat in daylight and grownups go to work in the dark must have been made by someone who doesn't like people very much.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Wine or breathing?


It's early to be posting about wine, but I'm afraid I'll never get around to posting ever again if I keep waiting for perfect posting conditions.

Since I quit drinking in pregnancy, I have ascertained with no doubt that mould from alcohol is indeed my worst allergen. Abstaining has made my sneezing fits and chronic congestion just about disappear. Too bad, because I love alcohol! But hey, I love breathing too. Who knew. So I won't quit drinking altogether, but I certainly drink less now that I'm nursing. I'll take time to savour my wine more, and think about it. With less congestion, presumably I'll pick up more of the complexities of what I do drink.

At the local LCBO a few weeks ago, I sampled Mad Fish 2005 Sauvignon Blanc Semillon and liked it a lot. It's got this great, pleasing balance and practically invisible aftertaste - normally not a desirable trait in a wine, but I was amazed at how clean it was. I bought a bottle, loved it, and have bought another since. I think it's $14.95. Not too shabby.

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I'm watching the Food Network, and Everyday Italian featured some incredible-looking seafood dishes. I am drooling. Is it me, or is that show one of the few "traditional" cooking shows on the air? The rest are gimmicky or reality-based (making me cringe. I love food but hate tension and conflict) or assigned a storyline. Poor Ina Garten - Barefoot Contessa and its recipes are fine, but each show revolves around some limp premise, like her friend's had a bad day and needs a great meal to keep her from jumping off a bridge.

It seems I'm not alone in feeling annoyed by this. I'm also not alone in granting an exception to Licence to Grill. Slurp.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Beefs.


Last night, as I drove to choir, I felt as though I was the only one in the city who knew how to drive. Others were dithering, tailgating, speeding, and being stupid

My biggest longstanding beef about city driving concerns folks who pass vehicles that are stopped at a crosswalk. In the past few months, I have been passed by more vehicles than I can count while I’ve stopped to let a pedestrian cross.

Note to bleedin’ eejits who do that: That’s illegal and it kills people.

Note to sleepy UofT undergrads: Those cobbled sections of St. George Street are decorative. They are not crosswalks. I know you’re sleepy, and I won’t run you over, but still. Wake up.

Note to people who honk at drivers who are waiting for pedestrians to cross before making a right hand turn: Hello. I’m not going to run anyone over just because you’re antsy. Get over it.

Note to oncoming drivers on residential side streets with parked cars and traffic calmers: Slow the hell down and drive close to the edge of the road, not right down the middle of it. Your children play on these streets, and you’re playing chicken? I swear, some people drive like they’re issuing a dare.

Speaking of dares, Note to kids who skateboard slowwwly down the road in front of a moving vehicle: Move it! No, I won’t run you over, but you are taking advantage of my good nature. Show some respect, you little bugger.

Whee! That felt good.

More coffee.