Spotted on the Train: January 13, 2015

 Someone thinks they remember their grammar lessons.

From wikipedia:
Stet is a form of the Latin verb sto, stare, steti, statum,^[1] originally used by proofreaders and editors to instruct the typesetter or writer to disregard a change the editor or proofreader had previously marked. This usage of the verb, known as the "jussive subjunctive",^[2] derives from the active-voiced third-person subjunctive singular present and is typically translated as "Let it stand".^[3]

Conventionally, the content that included the edit to be disregarded was underlined using dashes or dots and stet written and circled above or beside it.^[3] Alternatively, a circled tick or checkmark could be placed beside the content in a margin.^[4]

Found via Google Image search on STET

~photos by iTouch

Signs of Spring?

With apologies to The Sound of Music:

 

 Raindrops on snowdrops and whistles of song birds.

These are a few of my favorite things.

 Despite the almost every other day snow-storms, Mother Nature is trying ....

~photos by iTouch

Signs of vacation

These are the signs of vacation:

I need smore smores and smore zzzzzzzzz.

-iTouch

Photos: parents; target (2); michael's crafts

Modern Era Mobile Test

Hey there,

This is a test of blogging from my iTouch.

  

I am running out of time before I leave for vacation, so I am trying out this new fangled technology to see if it will let me try and manage to document my life on the run! 

Don't like the touchpad but it's better than nothing!

Wow, look at me finally catching up to 5 years ago!

Advice of the Day

via the Twitters

Pay Attention to the Signs

It's important to pay attention

to the signs...

to people rocking out in the subway 

or being a caped crusader on his appointed rounds or ...

to look up out the window and see the light beaming through the darkness

 and peaking between the seats.

All iTouch

All randomly last month.

Retroblogging: What is Art? or "F-Art"?

 There were a variety of artful moments on the cruise. Some avoidable. Some staged.

  Some were amusing.

 Most on board were painfully awful - so much so that we wanted to forget it. Forgettable + Art = FArt.

 These birds were roosting in our room - causing pain to Ms. Christine's eyes.

In fact, 99.9% of the art on board was so awful that I didn't even waste digital space documenting them for posterity. Except for these three, which I used more for landmark and navigation guides than anything. I even made up a sad back story for the girl with the violin. Love or music? Love or music? I know she chose love, because she doesn't have the neck callus/hickey of a true string player.

If Matisse knew that his stuff was being ripped off for bad bathroom art he would be appalled. As would the Egyptian gods holding up the on-board casino.

On land, things were more aesthetically pleasing. I liked the art found on the streets better than the FArt at sea.

 Someone please make me a stuffed L(l)amacorn. I could spin the hair into warm clothing and be MAGICAL!

 I now realize why I bought so much real art from various street artists and independent shops in New Brunswick and Halifax. I was trying to balance out the FArt I was exposed to with the REAL stuff.

Photo of the Day: Checking out Market Square (get it?)

Wednesday, August 7, 2013, Saint John, New Brunswick

Market Square, Saint John Free Library

Everyone's welcome!

Photo of the Day: Canadian Bacon, eh?

Wednesday, August 7, 2013, Saint John, New Brunswick

Raymond's, City Market

So it's true! They do just call it BACON in Canada. No word on the geese though, eh.

Photo of the Day: Retail Therapy

Wednesday, August 7, 2013, Saint John, New Brunswick

City Market

We never did spot what was cheaper than therapy.

Signs of Summer on the Horizon

I was going to apologize for the intermittent postings, but I'm not, after all. I've been dealing with other things, like working late, outside consultants, the heat wave, working my way through a personal to-do list ... and sometimes, stepping away from one thing so you have the energy to deal with other things is more important that sitting at a computer for MORE of your day.

We all have so much to do, it's easy to overlook the obvious. For example, New Yorkers are so stressed out that new and innovative means of getting our attention can come in the form of a DOT haiku, or a reminder from one neighbor to another to remember to hydrate.

The clouds on the horizon can be interpreted many ways. This makes it look like things are clearing up, doesn't it? WRONG. 10 minutes later, massive summer shower with lightning and boomers. 

Looking up from your train reading can reveal that while you did miss a lovely day, you still had time to appreciate the sunset.

Words from your friendly neighborhood graffiti artist scrawled on your subway platform are good in any setting.

 As is this inspirational piece at Christine's ...

For now, posting will be sparse. 

I'm off and around, out and about, and soon, to be shipping out.

I'll be back to

soon enough.

Retroblogging: Some Like it Hot

Sometimes life is sweet,

Sometimes life is spicy,

 

but sometimes

Union Square Farmers Market

October 2012

Darn it. Now I just want salsa and/or pico de gallo.

May-be life will eventually slow down?

I keep thinking that eventually life would May-be slow down ... but no.

Last week was the last week of the academic year at the Big J, capped off by Commencement on Friday in Alice Tully Hall. What you can't see in this blurry photo from the balcony is the dignitaries that included Daniel Day-Lewis* (as himself) and my favorite work-study student. It's weird to think that almost 20 years ago there was a Development officer at my graduation being wistful that HER work-study student (me) was graduating after four years.

20 years ago that Development Officer didn't have wi-fi to entertain her during the loooooooonnnnng ceremony, or digital cameras to capture the action. She probably would have wanted to pay money, though, too, to bribe the organist to slip in a phrase or two from Phantom of the Opera into the recessional.

It was a happily sad day. I had to take the floral decorations from the fancy schmazy lunch home as a consolation. The hydrangeas promptly died the next day. What does that mean?

The whole week was sweet, somewhat spicy from the stress of getting everything done, but totally nuts.

I wouldn't be lying if I said that this was dinner one night, after 10 p.m. As was this fried egg sandwich. I've been told that meals after 9 at night that aren't a mid-night snack, are called the 22:00 breakfasts. That's just too late to be eating any kind of dinner. But that's what last week was.

After a busy week of work, late trains, rains, projects, and deadlines, this ad for Maine tourism really caught my eye.

Sounds about right, "write now."

Instead of a speech from the School president, "Dr." Day-Lewis read this poem to the graduates. If you need to know, Daniel Day-Lewis as Dr. Day-Lewis (Hon. Doctor of Fine Arts) is just as impressive as Daniel Day-Lewis as anyone else. 

Today

By Billy Collins

 

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,

so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw

open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,

indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths

and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight

that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight

on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants

from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,

holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,

well, today is just that kind of day.

Source: Poetry (April 2000).

All these "quality" photos via iTouch.