Daylight Savings too commercial

Daylight savings time has lost its way. It's become a big, commercialized, impersonal event. We get so busy with all the hoopla and fanfare, we rush around like mad and never stop to consider the true meaning of the event anymore. It used to be that stores put up their displays at the proper season, but now - now it's barely past Labor Day and every store is decked out in daylight savings time dioramas.

That's just one complaint, and a surface complaint at that. No, the real issue goes deeper. I feel it my heart. I have become distracted. Some years, I think I just want to throw off all the endless festivities that purport to celebrate, but somehow, seem to drain the season of all meaning. One year I'll actually do it - no parties, no festivals, no made-for-TV movies, none of the accoutrements that we consider indispensible - just a single, solitary observance focused on the true meaning of daylight savings time.

In the final analysis, it's not daylight savings time that has lost its way. It is we who have lost our bearings. But it doesn't have to be that way. Will you join me in rediscovering the joyful simplicity that is the end of daylight savings time?

Unnatural fashion chimeras

Whilst listening to 80's music tonight, I suddenly had a vision of stonewashed baggy jeans, with rips in the knees. (Perhaps worn by a rapper with Big Hair (TM)?)

On a similar note, would it even be possible to tight roll baggy pants?

And the cultural collision images kept coming - two guys collide, their clothes get mixed up - "Hey, you got your hip hop in my disco." Second guy - "Hey, you got your disco in my hip hop".

Panoramic pictures of Homer lake

It was warm and sunny the Friday before last, and we took advantage of the occasion for a walk at Homer Lake. I took some panoramic pictures.

I didn't adjust the color and brightness on some of the pictures before combining them into one image, and the sky looks strange in places.

Click on the pictures to get larger versions (at Flickr).

This Old Shed

My mom came down to visit this past weekend, and she wanted to make improvements while she was here. This time the target was the shed/barn structure that had some holes in the roof, needed some boards replaced, and needed a coat of paint.

Before:

After:

Thanks, Mom!

(Lest there be any confusion, my mom did not do the roofing. I did that part)

Belgian Waffles

It's high time I started digging out some food related pictures from the trip to Europe this summer. The first pictures are of genuine Belgian waffles. This might also appear as an attempt to be true to the title of this blog, but it is not so - these waffles are an afternoon snack, not a breakfast delight.

The first ones we tried - one had caramel and one had strawberries.

And this beauty was slathered in chocolate