This Day in History

In light of the upheaval or lack thereof in our lives over the last 24 hours, this, that I wrote a few years back in Scotland:

Today in history:
   chances were taken
      fortunes were lost,
         hands were given,
            salads were tossed.
People who would never hear one another's names
Died, and were born.
Souls that might've been mates
missed one another
in the infinitesimal eternity of milliseconds that separates
       a train being late
and a train being on time.

Great Things were done and applauded,
Normality prevailed unheeded.
Carpets were sold,
   transmissions rebuilt,
      test tubes examined,
         calamities claimed lives,
            and coffee was served.

The Mighty exalted,
The Lowly oppressed,
Joy in the Morning,
Contentment at Rest.

            But as for myself on This Day,
I lived long enough to see the clouds that blew in
            blow on out again
      just like millions of others
and other than that,
unless I write it here,
the minutiae of this momentous microcosm
                                 might not ever get writ.

Remember me?

Ostensibly, I started a blog to record the more profound of my inner musings, those most worth sharing. That was 7 years ago this month, I believe, or very nearly so.  I could look at back posts to ascertain for certain, but not without saving this incredibly deep delving entry where it stands, backing out, and starting over.  Tedium.

Any rate, if you muse through all I've had to say here-- and nothing in over 2 years at that-- you'll see that my high calling has plummeted and that what I have here is a vehicle via which I may moan over all that is not right with the world.  I suppose the rest of you have friends or facebook or both to commit this necessary outpouring to.  As I hate facebook and am trying to retain the few friends I've whittled myself down to, I do my complaining to the wider, emotionally uninvolved world.

So, for today's lighthearted pedantry:

I'm on gmail.  If you're not, or are simply using a different version than I, you may not know that gmail has a feature whereby it google does a random word search through my email text, and provides an information bar above your listed mail informing you of websites or recipes that you might also be interested in, due to its prowess with content association.  Today's bit of random brilliance read:

Recycling.  Film canisters can be used to hold nails, thumb tacks, and other small bric-a-brac.

Film canisters?