Jumpin’ J (II)

jumpin' j (II)

Just like her momma.

A Photoshop experiment, because I love the motion in her hair. It’s like a hair product commercial.

Peter Elkas – Fall Apart Again

I came across this video from a CBC Radio3 podcast. Directed by Jonathan Bensimon, it was filmed in Havana, Cuba, and created using still photographs. Amazing. I wonder how many stills it took to make it?

I knew it was Havana within 5 seconds — there is no city in the world that I know of quite like it. It made me want to delve into my external drive and post more photos from my trip one year ago.

Arliin’s Memorial

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I didn’t go to San Francisco this weekend, for obvious reasons. Arliin’s memorial took place yesterday afternoon at the Argonaut Rowing Club, which is where Arliin and I were last together, on New Year’s Day. It was really the best place to hold the event, since rowing was a major part of Arliin’s life and she’d spent so much time there. We hung out on the dock in the summer, and on Labour Day weekend to watch the air show on the second day. I’m glad Erin and the others were able to secure the rowing club as the venue for Arliin’s memorial, because I couldn’t think of any appropriate alternatives.

The Henley Room was filled with Arliin’s people — people who worked with her, rowed with her, ran with her, and knew Arliin through her various activities. As a guesstimate, around half of the hundred or so attendees were from Scotiabank, where she’d worked for nearly thirty years (08/08/08 was her 30th anniversary, she told me).

I spent Friday night working on the memorial handout, a single-fold 8.5×11 double-sided page, which can be downloaded here*. I was hoping Erin or someone could proofread it before I printed it — all those years of working on economic and market research reports has ingrained this habit in me — but there simply was no time.

That wasn’t the important part, anyway, it was the fact that people could come together and talk about Arliin and the impact she made on our lives. Erin took the reins of welcoming the crowd and thus began the storytelling.

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