Nov
05

Halloween 2012: The Big Shift

Jon as mad scientist
The actor gets into character.

PeterLaura While Jon’s been doing the trick-or-treating thing since he was two or three, we didn’t seriously start decking out both him and his entire wheelchair until about eight years ago. (We made up for the late start with some pretty decent costumes). But this year was the next big Halloween transition for the whole family.

Last year (and to a lesser amount the year before that), Jon’s deepening voice was causing some neighbours on our streets – the ones who didn’t know Jon, anyway – to lift an eyebrow a bit before shelling out. Admittedly it is a bit weird to give candy to a dude who says “trick or treat” in a resonant baritone, even if he is in a wheelchair.

Combine that with the fact that most years Jon didn’t want to go for marathon candy runs; he was content to make it three-quarters the way down our block (on one side) before declaring that it was time to head home. We’d stall a bit by dropping by some of the homes on the other side of the street, but generally had to motor home pretty fast because once Jon got tired of socializing, he let everyone know it. He’s not too candy-driven; to him a little is as good as a huge amount.

So this year Jon agreed to dole out candy on our front porch, as long as he still got to wear a costume. And got some candy on the side.

So he shelled out the rest. We expected him to last only a few minutes; he happily stayed on the porch for almost 90 minutes! As he always does, Jon picked his costume; this year he decided he wanted to be a mad scientist!

Jon as mad scientist
Mad scientist Jon! We were amazed the wig stayed on his head the whole time. You can’t see them very well, but he has goggles slung around his neck along with his askew tie.

Most of the costume had to be sourced rather than constructed, so it wasn’t nearly as labour-intensive as in other years. This worked well as Toronto was getting quite a bit of the after-effects of Hurricane Sandy, especially in the rain and colder-weather department. Because there was no sewing involved Mom didn’t have to do much more than make brightly-coloured gelatine to fill the beaker, flask and test-tubes. (We used gelatine to prevent spills in case anything got knocked over by Jon or any trick-or-treaters).

Glowing round-bottom flask
Glowing Erlenmeyer flask
Some cleverly-placed lights under the equipment and we had a nice spooky glowing effect. Dad whipped up a bit of 3D animation of a cartoony arcing Van de Graaff generator projected on the front window.

Van de Graaff generator on front window
How it looked on our window.

Van de Graaff offVan de Graaff on

Who can say where the next costume will take us next year? Maybe Mom and Dad have to get in on the costume theme fun!

Nov
02

Thoughts on Star Wars

Laura With all the brouhaha over Disney buying the Star Wars franchise from George Lucas I thought this would be as good a time as any to relate my Star Wars memories.

I first saw Star Wars when I was on a short, oh-boy-we’re-skipping-a-few-days-of-school springtime vacation in Berkeley CA with my dad and sibs. One day, no doubt desperately trying to think of a way to entertain three bored teenagers, Dad saw an ad in the local paper for a sneak preview of some movie called Star Wars.

“Must be a science-fiction movie,” he said. “Sounds interesting. Let’s go!” Whereupon I started an obnoxious and ongoing whine: Don’t wanna go because I hate, hate, HATE boring science fiction movies!!1 Of course I was outvoted by my more reasonable siblings, so I was dragged kicking and screaming to the movie theatre.

The theatre was one of those grand old movie palaces, with a huge, sweeping balcony and loges. Counting rows, I estimated that there were probably close to a thousand people there, and it was packed to the gills. It was a true sneak peek: The entire audience was completely clueless as to what the movie was about.

I don’t have anything particularly original to say about the movie itself, but it was the movie-watching experience that hit me like a bombshell. Right from the “A long time ago…” crawl the audience sensed that this was something different. The excitement started to build. People got completely caught up in the fun – to the point of actually hissing the villains like in old-timey melodramas. By the climactic Death Star chase, people were literally stamping their feet, gesticulating, cheering like maniacs and all but hanging off the balconies. It felt as though the theatre would collapse under the tumult. There was a noisy standing ovation during the credits – for a movie! – and while streaming out of the theatre everyone was pumped and exhilarated. It truly opened my eyes to what a film could do to people’s emotions, and it was all us kids could talk about for the next couple of days.

Back at school I chattered excitedly to my classmates about how I just saw this GREAT movie that’s coming called STAR WARS!! isn’t that COOL? and you gotta see it, and it’s the BEST THING EVER… but I couldn’t convey the enormity of the experience and they just looked at me blankly.

“Yeah, sure. Star Wars? Uh, whatever….”

After Star Wars finished its nearly-year-long run at one theatre (remember those days?) it eventually made it to our local second-run movie house. I cajoled my mom to see it with me so she could see what all the fuss was about. The film was in terrible shape, with multiple dodgy splices; halfway through the movie, the sound cut out for nearly a minute. And what sound there was in that poky little theatre was dreadful. Without the enthusiastic crowds and glorious projection quality the movie seemed flatter, sillier, less interesting. We went home; me deflated, Mom still not seeing what all the fuss was about.

I’ve seen Star Wars since on video, and have been appalled by what a bad movie it is: awful acting, clunky writing (including really lame stabs at humour), all slathered over by a pretty thick layer of B-movie cheese. (And don’t get me started on any of the next five sequels.) But I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for an incredible film experience that I will most likely never see the like of again.


  1. The reason I “hated” SF movies was that the only SF movie I had actually ever seen up to that point was 2001: A Space Odyssey, which I was too immature to appreciate, and which I was completely bored by. (I have to admit that even now I respect 2001 a lot more than I actually like it.)

    As a kid I had an embarrassingly bad record of seeing movies before I was ready for them. My first rated M (for “Mature”) movie was The Sting, a wonderful film, which I hated in 1973 because as a 9-year old I didn’t really “get” the con men’s machinations. My first political comedy was 1977’s Nasty Habits, where the Watergate satire went sailing completely over my head. (Not that it stopped me from noisily complaining about how BORING and STUPID it was, when we got home.) Was I slow on the uptake movie-wise, or was it just due to a lack of available babysitters?

Aug
18

My great time at Camp Merrywood

(Jon wrote this post only a couple of days after he got back from Merrywood, but the camp forgot to pack his camera and had to mail it out! We just got it developed yesterday. —L)

Jon Aug. 10 2012

Arts and crafts
Doing arts & crafts

This summer I had another great session at Camp Merrywood. I did archery and crafts. I also went on an overnight camping trip through two locks. The overnight camp has a sandy beach called Miami Beach, which reminded me of two Looney Tunes cartoons. We never had a campfire because it was too dry. I also went to the pool and tried scuba* for the first time.

Scuba!
Jon doing scuba!

One day I went white-water rafting with Cassandra, one of my camp counsellors. I got wet! I liked the rapids very much. During the trip I heard two songs from my camp counsellor, Katherine. The two songs were “Both of Us”, featuring Taylor Swift, and “There She Goes”. I had so much fun!

Rafting on the Ottawa River
White-water rafting on the Ottawa River. Jon’s the 4th blue helmet from the left

I saw a rainbow on day 8. It was very nice. I told the camp counsellors that there’s a Sid the Science Kid episode about rainbows. I named all seven colours that a rainbow has.

I had a talent show on day 9, where I told five funny jokes. On our last night we had our good-bye banquet. It was fun. Katelin, who does media, put on an amazing slideshow with lots of camp photos. Afterwards, there was a dance. I danced with Rebecca. She said her favourite song was, “What makes you so beautiful?” That was it for camp for this session.

Jon

Dance
Last day’s dance

* When Jon first told us he did scuba, I’m ashamed to admit that we didn’t believe him, assuming that it was just the camp counsellors’ colloquial way of saying he went snorkelling. It wasn’t until we got the pics back from the photofinisher that we realized that it was honest-to-goodness scuba! Sorry, Jon!

This just in: video of the rafting! I’ve cut it down to feature just Jon’s raft (there were two) and one Ottawa rapid (Hair), but wow! What great times they were having!

Aug
13

Stumped for a Title

Peter You may remember where we last left the tree:

stump
This’d be it.

Well, at the crack of 7:30 this morning, they came back to finish the job. A loud truck showed up with a very vicious looking piece of equipment: a stump grinder.

Tree
The grinder.

Large
Teeth.

And proceeded to get down to business:

Tree grinder at work, from above

Tree grinder at work, from above
From the porch.

Tree grinder at work, from side
From the street.

A wood chips scattered over a large area of hill
What was the stump, now carved out and refilled with wood chips. All done in just over an hour.

In the coming days/weeks/months, the city will return to remove those and fill it with compost. And to plant two new trees (one for our neighbour, one for us).

Aug
13

Back from Camp

Peter We haven’t even blogged about Jon’s fun at various day camps and already he’s back from his 10-day overnighter at Easter Seals Camp! Until we get that blogged—we’re still awaiting images (long story)—what we can say is he had a great time and it’s a well-deserving charity, folks.

He was picked up looking scruffy and tanned, as you can see:

Before:

Jon's mouth and chin, clean-shaven

After:

Jon's mouth and chin, clean-shaven

Two hands, one lightly tanned pink, the other dark tan

Peter’s milquetoast against Jon’s rugged tan.

Jul
23

A Tree Got Chopped Down in Toronto, Part 2

Laura At the end of our last post we were left with a 20-foot stump gracing our front yard. Today the crew came back for Part 2.

big trucks
Early in the morning came all the big machinery again; this time a big flatbed with a bin as well as the crane and cherry-picker pictured here.

Chainsaw dude
First cut.

first piece down
Top piece off and heading for the bin. The chunk surprisingly didn’t seem to have a lot of rot. The workmen were musing that the tree seemed pretty healthy and maybe the city worker had jumped the gun a bit, which made us start to feel a bit guilty for killing a relatively healthy tree.

not so healthy
Guilty feelings stopped once we saw the lowest third of the stump…

top end of last third
bottom end of rotted part
…especially when we saw the bottom end. We figure that’s about 40% of the inside rotten or completely gone. Score one for the city worker!

final stump in yard
This is what we’re left with. At some point we’re supposed to get one more crew in to grind down the stump to lawn level, but we don’t know when that will be. And then next year we’re supposed to get another tree in our front yard (to be planted to the right of the stump). Wonder how that’s supposed to work—the rootball of this tree must be enormous!

Jul
20

A Tree Got Chopped Down in Toronto

Writer’s Note: the whole day’s blog is now up. I’ll come back and tighten up the number of photos in a few weeks.

Peter The silver maple that’s been in front of our house since we moved in is coming down today. Here’s the ongoing play-by-play:

May 25, 2012
the city spray painting a red dot on the tree

The city comes to mark our tree for removal (after a tree down the block dropped a branch on a car, and a similar tree to ours nearby had done the same two years ago).

July 20, 2012
the tree removal crew, photo has been tinted in sepia

The crew arrives. At 7 am. The crew is friendly. And loud, for 7 am.

the tree as seen from the west

The tree, untouched as of yet, at 8:00 a.m. from the west

the tree as seen from the west

The tree, untouched as of yet, at 8:05 a.m. from the south. It has not yet tried to make a run for it, but the crew is ready in case it does. Oh, they’re ready.

For posterity: our neighbour, Neil, posing with the tree in 1991:

A man with dark hair posing trying to push over a large tree trunk

And now:

A man with greying hair posing trying to push over a large tree trunk

Chainsaws have fired up at 9:18 am, EST

watershoots begin chipped

The “watershoots”—aka, new little minor growth stemming from the trunk and major branches—are the first to be trimmed and chipped.

the first big branch has been cut

Secured by a line to a crane, the first big branch detaches

the branch is lowered to the ground

The crane lowers the branch to the ground for chipping.

the crane, with huge stabilizers

The crane.

A view of the ongoing work from the north

From the north.

A wee bit later, from the north

A wee bit later, from the north.

Big tree part lowered by crane into truck

Thicker chunks of branches are done in smaller, but heavier, pieces.

Judt cut branch being lifted away overhead

Another branch away!

From the north, the tree is missing three quarters of its crown

Still later, from the north.

Same view from the west

Progress so far, from the west.

Same view of much of the tree gone from the south

…and from the south.

A large branch stretches lengthwise along the middle of our street

Since it’s break time, I’ll sit back and begin plans for the our next branch location.

Adjusting the cutting basket around local power lines

Careful of those power lines!

All of the foliage branches are now trimmed off

Down to the main branches.

Crew milling about from above.

The crew prepares for the last major push for the day.

A crane hoist a thick base branch with a stain on the exposed core

One of the base branches, showing signs of rot where it connected to the trunk.

A twenty foot tall trunk with short thick branches emerging

This tall trunk-stump is where the crew left off for the day. We now see a lot more sky—and a lot more hot sun!

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