Sunday Mixtape Nostalgia

I was going to blog about the wrap-up of my vacation (back to it tomorrow) but then yesterday I won 80$ in the lottery so I finally bought the cassette player I’ve had my eye on for a while:

The box! Yes, it’s the lower end model available at London Drugs.
Unwrapped and out of focus.
My tape collection

I should point out that this collection has been gathering dust in the cupboard for nearly a decade as I haven’t anything with which to play the tapes.

And oh man, talk about a blast from the past.

My Aerosmith collection
Some truly classic music….
And some ”wTF was I thinking?”
Hee hee Mitsou

Early 90s Much Music Mix tapes, plus…

That pink tape with the lettering rubbed off? The soundtrack to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990). This was the shiz when I was 11, yo.


No, seriously, this may be the worst song from the 90s.

Shut up, you know you bought it too.

I’ve been looking for this on CD forever, mostly because TOO HOT isn’t available on itunes.

Because this is how they rolled in Toronto, faxt.

I love the Grid.
We all remember this happening.
My childhood.

I spent hours recording mix tapes off the radio and, later when they invented CDs, “fixing” the play order of CDs onto tape. Which is still legal, btw.

This is how we used to make playlists, kids.

Things about making mix tapes in the 90s:

  • No song had a beginning, because you always missed the first ten seconds in that mad scramble to the tape deck once the song started playing on the radio
  • The Top 10 on local radio stations for the early 90s are hilarious, in retrospect. For example, as I type this, I’m listening to #9, Hanky Panky by Madonna from the Dick Tracey movie. It’s about spanking.
  • No spaces between songs, because once one song finished recording you just hit PAUSE until another song came on.
  • There were some songs you’d love so much, you’d put up with scratchy reception and an annoying DJ riffing over the end.

PS: None of the radio stations on my mix tapes exist any longer. Except for 92.9 KISM out of Bellingham, the only rock station we got in White Rock on the hill.

But you know, after all this, I an not sad we are where we are today with music. No need to rewind, you can skip to new songs if you have aural ADD like me, can get songs on demand with the Youtubes or the iTunes. Plus now we have dubstep.

Space Stallions Unite!

1. This is awesome.
2. This concept, in four minutes, makes more sense than He-Man or She-Ra, both of which four-year-old Bree adored.
3. Awesome 80s power rock soundtrack. With bonus keytaur!

This was created by Dutch animation students for a competition. I sure hope they won. (My Youtube hits alone may make this thing go viral…)


I have to blame Tina for introducing me to Netflix. Blame, mostly because I already have a 4-days-long list of things to watch at this point.

The ability to “pause” and pick up again the next time, might be the most interesting part of the Netflix process for me. I can see this being v. useful to me, as I have the attention span of a bumblebee.

The downside (besides losing days of my life to this thing) is the lack of selection, sometimes even within the same completed universe (Stargate stands out). I’m not sure of the rhyme or reason behind what’s available….

Anyway, brb, watching the hilariously campy Dark Shadows revival (the tv show that turned me on to vampires back when I was all of 11.)

Then the 12 seasons of Murder She Wrote…. never sleeping again

Three essays, two hours

On my twitter feed this morning (@breeonne), I saw a line scroll past from a UBC student (I assume) who demanded to know how UBC thought he (or her) could possibly write three well-written, concise and thought-provoking essays in two hours.

My immediate reaction was complete empathy. I’ve been there, friend. Over 10 years ago, but I’ve been there. Try having to write a science exam with essays, that was hard.

And then I realized that now, 10 years later, I do that on a weekly basis. Not write three essays a week, but there are days in a week when I do hammer out the equivalent of three essays in two hours. And unlike school (where I paid for the privilege), these ones are graded by the public and are a precondition of my paycheque.

Honestly, it’s one of the best skills I ever developed and one of the only thing that I’ve carried from the degree (outside of a healthy skepticism toward media reports on scientific research) So thanks, UBC.

Grammatically Incorrect Grad Sign, care of Arts!UBC

I have 12-year-old plants

And by that, I mean, I have had these plants for twelve years.

My 12-year-old plant (left)
I call this plant Purple. Because I am imaginative.

The purple plant on the left, and the green plant on the bottom right, I bought at the UBC Botanical Garden indoor plant sale in 1999. They’ve lived through three moves, several nights of no heat in the winter (long story), and more than one occasion when I’ve neglected to water them for more than two weeks.

Also, my three-year-old violet just sprouted flowers again. Plants are cool.

William Nicholas Tregonin, d. April 14 1902

William Nicholas Tregonin, d. April 14 1902
Photograph taken in Mountain View Cemetery, Aug. 1 2011


William Tregonin was born in 1840. 1840. Do you know what happened in 1840?

More to the point, do you know what’s happened since 1840?

Britain invents the first postage stamp.
Canada is invented
Anestheia is invented
The telegraph is invented
The telephone is invented
The saxophone is invented
Mormons are invented
Elizabeth Blackwell becomes the first female doctor in the US (1849)
The YMCA is invented (in Montreal)
Potato Chips are invented
Genetics is (are?) invented
Hollywood is invented
The American Civil War is invented
The Ku Klux Klan is invented
The Canadian Parliament is invented
The first step towards feminism, woman’s suffrage, is invented
Unions are invented
Saccharin is invented
Elicrticity is invented
Roller coasters are invented
Queen Victoria gets Burma for her birthday.
The eight-hour-workday is invented
Glenfiddich is invented
Jack the Ripper is invented
Film cameras are invented. Over 100 years later, film cameras are close to obsolete due to the rise of digital cameras.
Movies are invented
Pizza is invented
Nellie Bly, notable BAMF, travels around the world in 72 days. Suck it, Phileas Fogg. 1889.
The cardboard box is invented.
Sherlock Holmes is invented
Basketball is invented
X-Rays are invented
Dracula is published. Over 100 years later, Twilight makes Bram Stoker spin in his grave.
Aspirin was invented.
Marie and Pierre Curie discover radium. We all know how well that ended.

And then 1900 dawned.

Seriously, history is awesome.

Live My Life in a Cemetery

To test out a camera I ended up taking back, I grabbed the few hours of sunshine Monday had for us, and went out to Mountain View Cemetery to pick up where the last photoshoot left off.

The resultant 200 photos got whittled down to an embarrassing 65; I present a truncated collection here for your perusal.

Part II of this post will have a collection of shots from a nifty little secret place, the granite storage area at Mountain View.


Headless monument


Sunlight over cemetery
(Maybe picky, but one of the reasons I returned this camera was how it washes things out in this kind of sunlight burn. Never let it be said I’m forgiving of technology)

Soldiers' headstones
Click on the image to see details of some of the soldiers buried here.

Margaret, Our Baby

Margaret, Our Baby

Standing Guard
At the grave of 13-year-old Eileen

Cremation Walk

Checkerboard Tiles



One stone for every infant
One stone for every infant buries in mass graves at Mountain View.

It happened in the graveyard

And by “it” I mean my camera died mid-shoot. Insert ghost story of your will here.

Samplings of my too-short trip:

Monica Mary Robinson, 1924
Monica’s broken headstone was in three pieces.
John Fenyn, 1921, in the 1919 section of Mountain View Cemetery
John Fenyn, 1921, in the 1919 section of Mountain View Cemetery

Graveyard Crosses

A cross upon your sky

Harold Rowley

Peter Anton, 1926, and loving daughter Amelia Anton

Billy Neill, 1928-1937 (9 years)
After I took this picture of Billy Neill (nine years old when he died), my camera broke.

Then my camera’s aperture died.