Using boiling water to make snow on a -25C sick day

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Someone in the Northwest Territories uploaded a video to YouTube showing how to make snow with boiling water… I know, finally someone found a use for the Internet besides spreading Mayan propaganda and killing off the music industry.

Basically a woman in Yellowknife, with her Australian friend filming her, poured boiling water into a measuring cup and then threw the water into the -30C air.

Instantly the water became a white cloud, which I think was just the steam coming off the airborne hot water, but on the way down the water flash-froze and became trails of snow.

One of the 2.9 million people who watched the short film left a comment describing the science behind the experiment, but all I can remember is it has to be done when it’s nut-cracking / ovary-shattering cold. I should probably start taking notes again.

So after watching it a few times I boiled some water and, at 3am, threw it off my balcony. And it turned into snow. Then I did it four or five more times.

The next day I showed off to my girlfriend and her oldest son, who was home sick with a head cold. They were both impressed.

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YouTube Warning: horizontal stripes add forty pounds.

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According to the Weather Network the Vankleek Hill region hit a frosty -25C when I was showing off. But for the next few weeks we’ll be flirting with par, weather wise. So it’s basically time to break out the T-shirts and shorts, and any further experimentation might have to wait until next year.

Which sucks… because *I just figured out how to make it infinitely more awesome*.

…add a touch of food colouring, or your favourite Kool-Aid colour, I just did it with strawberry. So basically I just shot two Litres of boiling red water off my second floor balcony, and in less than a second it turned into a giant, floating blood-pink mist.

Just like what I frequently imagine a real-world Grand Theft Auto IV would look like.

I’m pretty sure if my neighbours saw me doing it they’d be calling the police. I’m going to try it again during the sunrise. Science… fun.

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Canadian Inventions — Hollywood

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A long time ago in a state far, far away… and at least sixty years before Scientology took over, Hollywood was invented by Canadians.

Mary Pickford, who starred in 248 movies between 1909 and 1950 as well as co-founding United Artists Studios, was a Canadian. So was Jack Warner who, along with his four brothers, founded Warner Brothers Studio, and then there was Louis B. Mayer who, along with his brother (also a Canadian), founded MGM Studios. Funny how no one offers this as proof that Canadians rule the world.

By 1930, three of the six major studios were either founded, owned outright, or run by Canadian immigrants to the Unites States.

Admittedly, calling the Mayer brothers “Canadian” might be a bit of a stretch. Louis was born in 1884 in the Ukraine, immigrated to Rhode Island, then, when Louis was ten, the family moved to New Brunswick where they were embraced in the Canadian ethos of equality and understanding… no, wait, Louis and his siblings were beaten up nearly every day by the locals, because they were Jewish.

In 1904, at the age of nineteen, he managed to get out of New Brunswick, with all of his teeth still where they were supposed to be. And went into business for himself, eventually owning five movie theatres across New England.

In 1916 Louis moved into the movie distribution business, and created Metro Pictures Corporation. Two years later he formed the Louis B. Mayer Pictures Corporation. After a series of mergers the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studio was formed. Very early on, Louis was actually screwed out of an ownership position, instead he became MGM’s studio boss for close to thirty years.

“As a studio boss, Louis B. Mayer built MGM into the most financially successful motion picture studio in the world and the only one to pay dividends throughout the Great Depression of the 1930s…” — Wikipedia: Louis B. Mayer

By 1936, Mayer was actually the highest paid person living in the United States… obviously the tools he developed in his early boyhood while living in New Brunswick, like dodging bottles, came in handy.

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It’s a lot harder to understand how Jack Warner and Mary Pickford have been referred to as Americans, because they were actually born in Canada.

Jack was born in London, Ontario in 1892. But the Warner family moved to the United States two years later. In 1910, Jack got into the movie business with his four brothers, and in 1918 they formed Warner Brothers.

Later, in 1950, in one of the greatest over the top moments of excessive douchebaggery in the industry’s history, Jack actually deceived his brothers into selling their Warner Brothers shares to him by creating a proxy company, then urging his brothers to sell to the proxy, giving Jack complete control over the movie studio.

Warner was quite possibly the first “Hollywood bastard”, because he also cheated on his wife, married the new girl and disowned his son when he objected, even refusing to later attend his funeral.

In 1947, Warner also “named names” (so did Mayer) at the House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC), thereby crushing the careers of at least a dozen screenwriters, and giving respectability to McCarthy’s “Red under every bed” fantasies.

Warner was also a staunch supporter of Richard Milhouse Nixon, and he supported the Vietnam War until the end.

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But then, thankfully, there was the near-angelic Mary “Canada’s Sweetheart” Pickford. Mary was born Gladys Marie Smith in 1892, in Toronto, which is still technically part of Canada.

Her road to Hollywood was more pedestrian than Jack or Louis’ was. Mary started acting as a child in Toronto, and ended up as part of a travelling troupe working her way across the United States.

In 1913 she signed with the studio which would soon become Paramount Pictures. Her movies were constantly among the top grossing films of their time, and back then they were pumping out about ten a day. She was considered the most recognizable woman in the world, as well as the most powerful woman in the movie world, as a human being she was second only to Charlie Chaplin.

In 1919, Mary, along with Chaplin, Douglas Fairbanks and D.W. Griffith — one of the greatest directors of all time — formed the United Artists film studio. The studio, they believed, would give them greater decision making ability in their careers as writers, directors and actors.

As with most businesses started by artists, this was almost immediately a financial failure. The group was out of money and ideas by 1924, and Griffith had left the group.

United Artists flailed around for two decades, then in 1941 Mary, along with Chaplin, Orson Welles, David O. Selznick, Walt Disney, and others, formed the Society of Independent Motion Picture Producers as a way to regain control over their product from the studio system — re: Louis B. Mayer and Jack Warner.

At the time the studios controlled everything from the production, to the distribution and exhibition of films… including the theatres themselves. So, if you were an independent producer there was no chance your film could be exhibited.

In 1942 the US Supreme Court ruled in favour of Mary and her rabble-rouser’s, and the studio system was effectively shot in the heart.

Mary sold her shares in United Artists in 1956.

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So… Canada’s influence on the creation of Hollywood:

1. MGM, for decades, was the most powerful movie studio in North America thanks to a guy who, as a child and living in Canada, was regularly beaten up by Canadian bigots and anti-Semites.

2. Warner Brothers was created and run by Canadian brothers, who gave us Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny, and free campaign services for Nixon.

3. United Artists, started out as the anti-studio movie studio but is currently a subsidiary of MGM (which is in bankruptcy proceedings).

So Canadians were instrumental in creating the Studio System, and then responsible for breaking that same system down and giving actors, directors, writers, grips and best boys control over where they worked. Basically, like baseball and hockey players in later decades, the Talent became free agents.

This eventually allowed ambitious, but not necessarily overly talented people, such as Tom Cruise*, to receive $25 million per movie up front, as well as a substantial slice of the movie’s residuals… which, in 2006, gave Tom the freedom and finances to purchase a substantial stake in United Artists Studios.

…yeah, you’re welcome world.

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*Tom, by the way, lived in Ottawa, Canada, for a few years, leaving at the age of twelve when his mother divorced his father. I’m not sure if Tom was ever beaten up by Canadian anti-Scientologists.

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Other Canadian Inventions: Wonderbra; Pacemaker; Instant Replay; The Lightbulb; Lithium & Alkaline Batteries; Insulin; Radio… yes, radio; Basketball; Pablum…

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Little Victor Update | One year ago today

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Victor finally has an age. He is a full year old. His original due date was January 10, 2010, and his original name would have been Victor Binary Landriault… so his being premature might have been a good thing. We ended up going with Victor, for my grandfather, and David, for Diane’s father.

The entire “birth” thing started around 9pm on Friday, December 11, 2009, when his mother’s water broke. Somehow, forty-five minutes later, her apartment was filled with her parents, two paramedics and a friend of mine.

This is a relatively short slideshow of the past year and a bit… just reload the page, or use the arrow keys to find the beginning.

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Other than Diane freaking out, Victor popping out, and the nurse’s reaction when I asked if I could keep the scissors I cut the umbilical cord with (they’re in my freezer), the thing I remember most about the two days of Victor’s birth is how weird the nurses treated me.

Both nights I was there, for example, I had to sleep on the floor. Which was weird. At least the first night they gave me a sheet to cover up with. The second night I mostly spent with Victor in the Intensive Care Unit, he was considered to be a premature baby, even though he was only one day early.

I stayed with him for about three and a half hours before I was too exhausted to be alive anymore. When I finally arrived at Diane’s room the nurse told me I couldn’t sleep in the second bed, because someone might be admitted. I could, however, sleep on the floor beside the bed.

I started shaking about twenty minutes later. I think it was mostly from the cold draft, but there had to be some diabetes stuff going on as well. From 11pm on Friday until about 4pm on Saturday I survived on a bag of nuts from the vending machine, and two cups of orange juice I managed to get a nurse to find me.

I know I had something to eat Saturday, just before they started sticking large needles into Diane’s back — Diane has a needle phobia, and at one point a nurse actually quit after being screamed at, she was eventually coaxed back — but it wasn’t much of a meal… I think it was a small container of cream of something soup, and some crackers and jam.

Around 6 or 7am on Sunday they finally brought Victor into our room. I could hear everything people were saying, but I couldn’t move or speak. When I did wake up, or when I stopped being passed out, on Sunday morning Diane let me have some of her breakfast.

Everything pretty much got better from there.

The good news was, I wasn’t the one who had to give birth vaginally to a 6lb9oz bowling ball. So… thanks for that, Diane. And Happy Birthday Victor.

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I’m not sure if it has anything to do with finally having an age, but Victor has discovered new sounds over the past two weeks, and they all echo from the depths of despair.

We think it’s caused by the pains in his mouth, his gums are almost completely white with new teeth pushing through. His cheeks are red almost all the time, and sometimes they swell up like he cotton balls stuffed in there.

The new sounds are… not nice to listen to.

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A combination of Diane being sick for a few days, and having just moved into an actual house, means we’ve had to postpone Victor’s first birthday bonanza.

…probably until the second week of January.

We’ll still have cake later on tonight, but it’ll just be myself, Diane, Andrew and Victor.

It’ll be the first time Victor will have his very own cake, all to himself. I think he’s going to mush it into his face, Diane thinks he’ll stuff a handful into his mouth and fling the rest around the room in big handfuls of cake carnage.

It should be awesome.

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Unfortunately there will be no pictures of the event.

I have [had] misplaced my camera… by which I really mean I put it down and I’m pretty sure someone else picked it up. This is the first time since 1994 I have not had a working camera within reach, and it kind of sucks in ways that really, really suck. And then, three days later, the person who picked it up decided to give it back.

There’s no way I can replace it before… probably February. So… this just sucks beyond suckage.

Friday night Victor was bouncing around in his excersaucer at Diane’s and I couldn’t film it… he has almost outgrown both excersaucers, so when he starts bouncing he can almost get the freaking thing to lift off the ground. It’s awesome.

And with the new sounds of despair, he also has new joyful sounds as well.

Oh well… I do have some markers, and a lot of paper, so maybe I can learn how to draw.

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Here’s some irony to finish this off with… I am without a camera for the first time in sixteen years, and my pocket digital vanished just a day after I started a pure photo blog.

If you’re interested, and you should be because it’s fucking awesome, it’s called “Vankleek Hill Photos” and mostly it’s photos of Vankleek Hill. But really interesting, and I’ll be updating it every day.

Check it out, and don’t be afraid to praise my brilliance.

So far it looks great… and it’s actually soothing to my burned out brain. Which is a nice change of pace.

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Photos Of Victor’s Week:

Victor with remote

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Bonus Photo Of Victor’s Week:

Victor with Santa

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Little Victor Update | Victor Bieber makes his own beats

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Victor is getting sick. We’re pretty sure it’s a cold, whatever it has been coming on slowly for the past two days.

We’ve spent most of the night trying to coax him to sleep, but whenever we leave he starts with the loud crying. He’s obviously tired, he keeps pushing and twisting his hands into his eyes. Diane held him and hummed to him for half an hour in the dark, and eventually he calmed down. But once she put him down in his crib he started crying again.

And it’s not his barely-tolerable, medium level “I’m hungry and wet” cry. It’s his “I just found out the Universe hates me” cry.

Which is exactly the sound of the opposite of good.

We just had him in the living room for about thirty minutes. There’s no fever, which is good, but his nose is a little stuffed. Diane thinks most of the problem right now is he has a lot of gas, which he can’t pass, and he’s overtired. He did miss his afternoon siesta.

While he was out here we were listening to music, mostly Tom Petty, and I was keeping time by beating on my desk. Victor loves music, and has little dances he does when he gets excited when I’m laying down a beat. I think it’s just the pounding on my desk that gets him going — big smile, swaying side to side.

Then I yell something like “yeah, John Bonham, John Bonham”, and he goes nuts, his little arms waving in the air.

Diane was holding him while he was dancing, and he kept driving his head into her chest. It’s part of his dance. My son is a headbanging maniac, and he’s not even a year old yet.

We finally put him back into his crib and he was quiet for about twenty minutes, then he started his stutter cry. Sometimes he’ll have a little cry while he’s sleeping, kind of like having a bad dream, and he’ll wake himself up and the crying gets a little louder because he realizes he has been crying.

…basically he doesn’t know what’s wrong, just that something must be wrong because he was crying. The good thing about these cries is they never get too loud… because there’s nothing wrong.

But because he was so tired it sounded like he was crying with a stutter. I’ll admit it does get annoying having Victor cry when there’s either nothing wrong, or after we’ve done everything we can to fix the problem as best we can — bottle, diaper, excersaucer, hugs, humming, diaper again, warm the bottle, OraJel, hugs, back scratching, diaper again, warm blanket, Baby Tylenol, isolation, whispering to each other, TV off, praying, diaper again.

…that’s funny, he just woke himself up a little by letting loose with three loud, long bursts of gas. His breathing has been a little wheezy, that’s the main reason we think he’s got a cold coming on, but I think most of his crying tonight was from not knowing how to fart (30%), being tired (50%) and the cold (20%).

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Diane wants Victor to have his first haircut. I told her he has to have sideburns. My brother and step-father have no sideburns, and I think it looks freakish… freakish in a Billy Bob Thornton in “Slingblade” kind of way.

I showed Diane some photos and she agreed. Our son keeps his sideburns no matter what. Victor’s hair is getting long, but I want it to fill out a bit more before we start hacking away at it. I suggested we let it grow so Victor can have a Justin Bieber hairdo.

For the past week I’ve been calling Victor “Victor Bieber”… it actually sounds a lot better than Justin. Victor Bieber seems to get a kick out of the new name. But the boy also smiles like a maniac when I’m banging out Tom Petty’s “American Girl” on my desk.

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Victor Bieber, Diane and I also had lunch with some blog friends this past weekend. We met Susan, who blogs as KnitNut, and her boyfriend at Shawarma King in Ottawa.

As I’ve said many times, on many blogs, Susan is one of my favourite bloggers, so it was great to see her again.

Shawarma King has always been one of my favourite restaurants, and Diane got hooked on halal meats while she was pregnant. Victor Bieber had his first taste of shawarma. He was very impressed.

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Victor Bieber’s first real birthday is coming in two weeks — I think this is when all the monthly birthdays are supposed to stop meaning so much. So far the plan is to have mid-afternoon cake and coffee with some friends and a few pieces of Diane’s family.

My grandfather has no problem calling Diane to invite himself over to visit with Victor Bieber, so he called and came over this week. He and Victor spent an hour together at the kitchen table.

We showed my grandfather — also named Victor — all of our son’s new tricks. My grandfather was thrilled to see Victor crawl, but he laughed hardest when Victor started playing self-fetch with his red car. Victor will crawl towards his car, or his ball, and when he reaches out to grab it, he’ll flick it further away, then laugh and crawl to his car… hence: self-fetch.

At one point they pressed their foreheads together for what had to be a solid minute. There are times when the two of them are together when I think my grandfather could cry.

This was at least one of them. Maybe two. Victor Bieber.

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Photo Of Victor’s Week:

Meeting Victor at Shawarma King in Ottawa

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Bonus Photo Of Victor’s Week:

Victor and the balloon

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Photo Day In Vankleek Hill : How to fake an Hawaiian sunset

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In 2004 there was an article in the New York Times with the headline “The Camera Never Lies, But The Software Can”. The article was mostly about John Knoll, whose invention, PhotoShop, was allowing people to make the world a more interesting place — like by putting Madeleine Albright’s head on Ariel Rebel’s body. In my opinion the headline should have read: “The Camera Can Lie, But The Software Always Does”. Mine’s funnier, because it’s true.

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Technical Stuff: real Vankleek Hill sunsetI do have PhotoShop Elements 4.0, but I’ve never used it to modify any photo I’ve ever published here, or on my other blogs… except on three where I adjusted the lighting by 10%. But that doesn’t mean the sunset in the photo above looked like that when I took the shot — the thumbnail was taken five minutes before, using the same settings. I was going to write something here about how digital camera’s are stealing the soul from photography, but I forgot how the exposure settings were set on my Kodak C533 when I took the shots… basically we’ve sacrificed photo quality and control over camera settings, for the capacity for unlimited photos, but not all of those photos will come out showing what was really there. Or something. I really should start keeping track of the settings…

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Speaking of Emma Watson and PhotoShop… a series of manufactured photographs have been circulating over the Internet recently that have her head expertly pasted on someone else’s mostly naked body. The photos have been 100% totally debunked (link mostly safe for work), including by Emma, but I’m not sure it matters anymore if they’re real or fake. If someone can create a fake so believable it takes the FBI to debunk it well, my friend, there’s really no use proclaiming your innocence, because that was you having sex with a surprisingly youthful Madeleine Albright.

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Little Victor Quick Update | He can crawl

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On Thursday evening, November 11, 2010, Victor decided it was time to start crawling forwards.

This, of course, means nearly everything I’ve learnt about raising a child over the past eleven months is out the window.

I tried changing his diaper this morning, thankfully it was just a big sack of pee because a naked newly-crawling baby would make a great wall-painting device… if you wanted everything brown.

Up until this morning, when I changed Victor’s diaper he’d mostly talk to me and flap his arms around. Suddenly Victor is now a 25lb angry poo-badger who hates laying around on his back.

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YouTube Warning: video of 25lb angry poo-badger is cute and heartwarming.

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Anytime I let go of his legs, to grab a wipe or his new diaper, he flipped over onto his stomach, got his legs locked into position, and started crawling away from me. The entire process takes him less than a second, so I know he’s been practising.

Until today I’ve done most of his changes on my bed, while he’s laying on a plastic changing blanket. But now I’ll have to find a new change station because, watching him and his bare ass rolling around on my sheets today, it’ll be years before I let him back on my bed.

Maybe I’ll just change him in the bathtub from now on, and maybe use a hose.

Everything’s different now. I guess I’ll have to get some fencing for the apartment.

Victor also turned eleven-months old today. I thought it was just a cliché, but they really do grow up fast. Only another few weeks until he’s one-year old, then a few more months until we start looking for his own apartment.

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Photo Of Victor’s Week:

Little Victor at the dollar store in Hawkesbury

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