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Ray Taylor III
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Anyone who's known me for any length of time quickly realizes that I take after my mother. While most of my physical qualities come from my father's side, and I share his admittedly self-destructive bouts of rage and self-loathing, my personality is mostly the work of mom. I mention this, because one of those touchstones of commonality, is our taste in music.

While we were not wealthy monetarily, I had in my mother a wealth of knowledge and experience. When I was very small there was always music playing in the home. She spent more money than I can begin to imagine on books and despite the challenges of motherhood, financial hardship, and a difficult marriage to a man who was frequently not there, she was never too tired to read to me, or to help me assemble some LEGO monstrosity. I can recall once when she'd committed to helping my grandmother clean up a house (I think she was moving in), but I suddenly became ill and couldn't attend school. This woman loaded a sick kid and our old massive tubed TV set into the car so she could get the job done, while keeping me close and allowing me the sick kid's universal mercy of daytime PBS. Let one never question the healing power of Fred Rodgers.

For as far back as I can remember, mom owned this silver and wood colored stereo LP player. It was comically large by today's standards, but that thing served her for years. And eventually, when I was maybe 8, she gave it to me. That beast was my most prized possession for what seemed like an eternity. I can't even tell you how many times I opened that thing up to patch up a loose connection and coax it into working again. But as pleased as I was to get the stereo, the real treasure were the records. Mom had gathered quite a little collection of records in her youth and passed several to me along with the player.

I was given mainstays like 7-inch singles of Queen's "We Will Rock You" with "We are the Champions" as a B-side. There were Elvis Presley singles, a 60/70s pop collection called "Super Bubblegum Pop" I think. Cheech & Chong's "Big Bambu" and a tattered copy of the 7-11 slurpie giveaway album rounded things out.

Among the absolute best however, was a copy of the "Purple Rain" soundtrack and a 4 album collection of Motown music titled "The Greatest 64 Motown Original Hits" collection. This thing was an absolutely amazing collection of tracks. I distinctly remember in elementary school talking to the one other person who'd ever even heard of these songs. Many of these are my favorites to this day.

As most folks know, the wife and I homeschool our daughter. To be fair, it's mostly Ashley doing the heavy lifting there, but I'm occasionally given an assignment to teach when she's at work. For this session, I was tasked with teaching her about musical genres and some basic computer history and skills. We covered EDM and it's sub-genres first, and this past week we focused on the Motown. In addition to discussing the history of Motown records, Barry Gordy, and the influences of the economic and racial environment of the time on the music, we watched a documentary, talked about some of the notable acts, and lastly I created a playlist of songs for her to listen to and contrast with other musical styles.

When I made the playlist, I spent some time picking a few favorites from memory, when it occurred to me that my mother, years prior, had already amassed the perfect playlist. I looked up the full listing of the record. I knew the cover art immediately, and I can't tell you want a nostalgic rush it was at that. I love that we live in an age where every song of my youth is now just a click away, no careful needle positioning necessary. And that I can now pass on a love for these same songs, that mom passed on to me.

It's one of many many things that I'll never be able to thank my parents enough for. Thanks, Julie Taylor.
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Have been actively keeping tabs on the number of posts in my G+ timeline that aren't myself or the wife, and its a pretty sad number. I don't flow a great many people, but it looks like the time when there was benefit to using G+ as a social platform is essentially over. As such, I'm likely going to stop actively posting here. It anyone's inter3sted in connecting on the platforms I still use (Twitter/Facebook) give me a buzz there.

The mall at Eaton Center is really nice. The food court alone blows every American mall's out of the water in quality, price, and selection.

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Escaping the oppressive heat with some light shopping at the Eaton Centre. 
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Bought a bottle of Ice Wine at Niagra College's Teaching Winery. So sweet it makes Reisling taste like pickle juice, but a nice digestif. 
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I hope this is merely suggesting that this door isn't the laundry room and is not just a dire warning against visiting the laundry room. 
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No phone, assistance, or eye wash for you, fucko! 
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Both dryers in the guest laundry were stopped and cool, but had other's clothes in them. I waited a solid 30 minutes for the owners to return before removing their items and starting my own. Kinda feel like a jerk, but as a guy who sits there and waits for his laundry instead of fucking off elsewhere, I feel justified.

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Decided to pack ultra-light on this trip. Was able to fit everything in a single backpack with room to spare. On the downside, that means Friday night is laundry night on my vacation.
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Out on Lake Ontario. If only this breeze would follow me the rest of my days. 
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