Kid Koala Yr Mom's Favorite DJ

Who can't swim?

Alternate title - Please sir may I have some more, oxygen?

http://www.shorpy.com/

Princess Island Park Deserted with Snow

A Meteor Hits the Earth

Back in November

Pretty Good Best Hockey Goals of All time Compilation

Of all of them Mario looks like the most gifted effortless goal scorer.

Halloweentime Decorations

Thanksgiving Weekend

Pink Floyd and Cambridge

Granchester Meadows

The shared history of Pink Floyd's three chief protagnists - Syd Barrett, Roger Waters and David Gilmour - is revocably tied to the city of their youth.

Cambridge's reputation as a seat of learning began as early as the thirteen centruy. With the striking architecture of it's colleges and the River Cam winding it's way through the city, it retains a traditional English quality. Yet as a counterpoint to the quaintness, the landscape around the city comprises rugged fenland. The atmosphere seeped into Pink Floyd's music from the start. The title of the group's first album, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn was taken from The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahames's 1908 children's novel set on a riverbank. In the chapter of the same name, two of the book's animal characters embark on a bizzare spiritual quest. 'Granchester Meadows', Roger Waters softly interlude on the band's Ummagumma album, was named after the beautiful, heavily wooded riverbank area tucked towards the south of the city, near David Gilmour's family home.

At the time of the three principal Floyds' arrival into the world, Cambridge was, as one of their childhood peers now describes it, 'a place where licensed eccentricity was considered permissible. ... Syd's father was a familar, eccentric figure, often to be seen cycling on an upright bicycle down Hills Road.

From the book

Pigs Might Fly The Inside Story of Pink Floyd by Mark Blake

The Gnome

Autumn

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost

Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.
Albert Camus

Summer makes me drowsy.
Autumn makes me sing.
Winter's pretty lousy,
But I hate Spring.
Dorothy Parker

I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
Nathaniel Hawthorne

A few of my pre digital favorites

Paintings by Ida Tursic & Wilfried Mille

Burning House
Le Sacrifice

Black Sabbath Paris 1970

Here and There

A view from on high of the splendrous flora ...

and uh, the other things you can find in Nose Hill Park.

Watch, Listen and Learn for Free from the Best Minds in the World at M.I.T.

Physics I: Classical Mechanics

Philosophy In Film and Other Media

Principles of Chemical Science

Cross Country Hill Biking Race