Weekly Photo Challenge: Grand

This is a photograph of Niagara Falls.  NO, REALLY.

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The big red object at left is Clifford me, with Seve seen from above.  And at top right, though you might not recognize her from this angle, Canada’s own Horseshoe Falls, aka: The Pretty One.

Actually, what you can see below the top rail is the Niagara River, juuuuust as it shoots out over the edge of a 50-metre (165-foot) drop.  Above the rail is mist and fog and the friendship of two great nations and all that majestic crap.

Sure, I could have taken a more typical shot from down the road, one that would lend itself better to a postcard or even a weekly photo challenge, but I like this angle better.  It’s the sweat on the back of Fernando Alonso’s neck when he takes off his helmet at the end of a race.  It’s the handwriting that says “Love, Santa” but still looks a little familiar.  Things we notice, then dismiss, then recall with strange, misplaced affection.

More at The Daily Post weekly photo challenge.

Radiant orchid strikes again

I’d been excitedly waiting for my Planet Money seed-to-shirt t-shirt to arrive, and it did, yesterday!

Yep, it's a squirrel holding a martini. The graphic is meant to refer to Keynes' "animal spirits" but Juno described it less cynically as "a squirrel with a ice cream."

Yep, it’s a squirrel holding a martini. The graphic is meant to refer to Keynes’ “animal spirits” but Juno described it less cynically as “a squirrel with a ice cream.”

I ordered the shirt back in May, but not after some considerable hemming and hawing.  Shipping to Canada was — as it always is — expensive.  I mean, $15 on top of the cost of the shirt … that’s 3.67 grande lattes, NOT THAT I’M COUNTING.

More to the point, I can go to Target and get a plain t-shirt for less than the cost of shipping and I’ll have it today.  The Planet Money t-shirt was seven months in the making.  Why the delay?

The short version is that the cotton for my t-shirt was grown in the Mississippi Delta; then spun into yarn, knitted into fabric, dyed and sewn in Colombia (the men’s shirt was “processed” in Indonesia and Bangladesh).  Finally, it was printed in Brooklyn … then sent to me.  And all along the way, buyers received regular updates about the shirts’ progress.  That’s more than I can say for my amortized-over-a-year dollar-a-month Target tee.

The longer version of my t-shirt’s story has been curated into a five-chapter web series that is really well done and honestly worth a few minutes of your life to view: Planet Money makes a t-shirt.

And before you ask, yes, it’s eerily similar in colour to radiant orchid (or as I’ve been referring to it all day, depending on my degree of forgetfulness: righteous orchid, really orchid, random orchid).

Fortunately, I know that it’s not actually rabid orchid, just plain old pink.

Right.  Right?  Riiiiiight.

I think we can all agree that life is but one ceaseless test and that I am single-handedly responsible for pulling down the average.

I think we can all agree that life is but one ceaseless test and that I am single-handedly responsible for pulling down the average.

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