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Welcome to the personal website of Andrew Turnbull. This outpost features tons of stupefying and trivial things pertaining to various and diverse interests of mine. Chances are, if there's something I know about or like that doesn't much other representation on the 'net...there's a bit of it here.

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September-November 2017 Archive

27 November 2017

[Super 7 Motel] [Super 7 Motel at night]

This is the glorious googie sign of the 7 Motel Super 7 Super 7 Motel in London, Ontario. It's a great sign (especially at night), but redundant redundancy is redundant.

Looking closely at the sign, one can see unused neon conduits revealing alterations over the years. This property was originally named the Darlene Motel, and this sign is most likely an artifact of that.

The old "Darlene" name may have last been used decades ago, for all I know...yet it inexplicably has a Facebook page.

I'd like to give a shout-out to Parimal Satyal, who gave me a link in his essay titled Against an Increasingly User-Hostile Web. And yes, it's an important read. Thanks, Parimal!

20 November 2017

[Ontario bus license plate]

November's license plate of the month is this older bus plate from Ontario. Plates of this style were issued from 1980 to 1994, and are distinguishable from common truck plates by having serials in the BA-BZ range.

What's so special about this blah, black-and-white hunk of stamped steel? Well, older bus plates, for the most not exist. Think about it: Older-style non-reflective plates were last issued 23 years ago. You won't see them in use anymore unless 1) a transportation operator still retains quarter-century-old or older buses in its fleet that haven't worn out or rusted through after decade after decade of severe around-the-calendar use, or 2) a transportation operator transfers the plates, which isn't practical unless the operator decommissions an old bus at the exact same time a new one is put into service. The latter scenario seems to have held true for this plate, which was fastened to a late-model school bus with unrusted bolts.

School buses rate their own class of plate in Ont ario, but a fair number of them bear regular bus plates instead. This affords the operator more flexible use provisions, such as being able to use the buses for summer activities, for a higher fee.

[The Ontario Project]

The Ontario Project has been updated, and the annal of photos has gotten big enough to split in two: Part 1 covers passenger plates, while Part 2 covers the non-passenger stuff. Part 1 has an infusion of new writing, and new sections for personalized and special graphic plates. Enjoy!

13 November 2017

I could easily spend months writing about nothing but the streetside artifacts and mysteries of my surroundings.

[Slotted pin-like metal thing in the sidewalk]

Take these slotted metal things, for example. (I'm not sure what you'd call them: Caps? Pin-heads? Medallions?) They're a bit bigger than a dollar and appear embedded in the sidewalk at various locations in downtown London, spaced at regular intervals.

I have no idea what they are.

They're also not unique to London. I distinctly remember seeing identical metal caps on the streets of Athens, West Virginia; my childhood hometown. At the time, I assumed these were buttons holding the road to the ground like buttons on a shirt. But I was a kid at the time, and as a kid I believed lots of things that weren't grounded in reality.

But what else could they be? Arcane survey or property markers, perhaps? Or a conduit to some rebar-like framework within the concrete? Something else entirely? Your guess is as good as mine, and the right guess could be out there...

6 November 2017

When I moved to Canada to kick off my first term of graduate school two months ago, I didn't know if I'd have time to ever get out of my London confines and go anywhere else. At one point, I wasn't sure that I'd have a car.

Happily, my midterm break coincided with the weekend of the annual license plate collectors' swap meet in Grimsby, Ontario. Eager to connect with the Canadian collecting contingency, I hopped in the car and drove into the sunrise.

Except, the sun wasn't exactly shining. For reasons I've never understood, this meet and nigh every plate meet I've ever attended starts at 8 am...which effectively discourages everyone who doesn't live nearby from going there. My drive started at 6 under a pitch-black sky filled with rain and fog that reduced visibility to almost zero. The fog was gone by the time I reached Hamilton, where confusing signage and an outdated map dumped me onto two-lane roads while trying to find the Red Hill Valley Parkway that didn't exist in 2004. Oh well; I eventually found my way!

[chapel and cemetery]

Grimsby is one of the towns that fill the void between Hamilton and Niagara Falls on the Lake Ontario shore. The hilly scenery and narrow streets remind me of some of the towns in West Virginia. Unfortunately, the proclivities of the populace also remind me warily of West Virginia: Grimsby's area is represented by the Progressive Conservatives provincially and the Harper-spawned Conservatives federally, with all that that entails. I wouldn't want to live there.

[Grimsby, ON license plate meet]

I didn't get to Grimsby at eight, but I did get there early enough to be in on the action. I was happy to see many faces, familiar and new. Chuck Sakryd and Cyndi McCabe had driven up from Cleveland. Occasional sticker collaborator Mike Franks was there, as were David Steckley, Joe Sallmen, Ned Flynn, and many others.

At one point I found myself engrossed in conversation with Xavier Dubé, a person I remember exchanging e-mails with many years ago. "Yes, I'm living in London now," I explained in passing. "I'm going to graduate school at Western. It's my way of getting out of the States!"

"Oh," he replied. "We must have different politics since I want to get in to the States." In this age? Next thing I knew, he was laying an earful on Chuck about how "you don't know how good you have it there" (by what measure? beer prices?) only to be confronted about the brutal realities of America's lack of universal healthcare as egg dripped from his face.

If I have one thing to say in response, it's this: You're not fleeing a country where your neighbours and extended family voted for a man who wants to hang you, Xavier. Your privilege shows. And good luck getting into the States, as the white-supremacist Republican Party prepares to pull the rug out from TN NAFTA visa holders and ramp up anti-immigrant measures galore.

[Jon the crier]

No donation auction was held (a difference from most stateside plate meets), but the event was punctuated by a raffle where Jon Upton stood on a chair and played the part of a town crier. This was also one of the rare meets out of many in which I actually sold stuff...including some Iowa and Minnesota items that I never thought I'd get rid of! I doubt that I'll ever make money from this hobby, but by the end of the day my trade box was quite a bit lighter and my wallet only a little lighter than it was before.

And what did I find for my own collection? Let's just put it this way: My CanCon quotient and my birthyear type set both took a good step in the right direction this day!

[Ontario] [Ontario] [Ontario] [Ontario] [Ontario] [Ontario] [Ontario] [Ontario] [New Brunswick] [New Brunswick]

Instead of getting lost on the way home following a road that didn't exist on old maps, I nearly got lost following a road that didn't exist on new ones: Ontario Highway 2, which was bypassed by the 401 in the 1960s and decommissioned or "downloaded" in 1998. After a brief stop in Woodstock (where I found a store offering hundreds of used CDs for a dollar a pop), I continued back to London...only to discover that the time, day, and compass were all in confluence to plant the sun directly in line with the road ahead, directly in my path of vision, nearly obliviating the sight of any stoplights! So the day both started and ended without visibility...but what happened in between was a string of moments worth remembering.

30 October 2017

[Andrew Turnbull's table]

I'm back from last Saturday's license plate hobby swap meet in Grimsby, Ontario.

[Ontario special plate run]

Eric Vettoretti brought an intriguing display of impossibly-rare test plates, special event issues, and occupational types. How he managed to get anyone's guess.

[Assorted license plate run]

It took several moments before I realized that this seemingly-random scattering of plates had a cohesive theme. In the interest of mystery, I won't say what it was. :-P

[Alberta license plate run]

The centrepiece of the event was this ambitious Alberta run from Mike Franks covering the last century of registration history in Canada's westernmost prairie province. The sheer variety of the first half of the display contrasted greatly with the monotony of the second half, with the transitions to multi-year plates and to the current red-on-white base (which, by now, has lasted a full third of those hundred years) being as evident as a line drawn in the sand.

To be continued next week.

23 October 2017

[Canada Geese]

See you in Grimsby, Ontario next weekend. In the meantime, this post is for the birds.

[Canada Geese]

16 October 2017

What's new? Not much. But I love this sign:

[Ontario New sign]

I'm not sure how this happened, but License Plate Sticker Colors seems to have become both my most heavily-trafficked page and my biggest claim to fame on the Internet. The time was right for an update, so update I did.

Incidentally, license plate sticker colours in Ontario are a hot mess. The province has ten colour schemes that it cycles through every quarter...and because of optional two-year registration and early renewal, all ten colours can appear on the roads at the same time! Just be thankful they have stickers, though: The neighbouring states and provinces of New York, Quebec, and Manitoba don't.

9 October 2017

First of all, happy Thanksgiving! November is my least-favourite month of the year, and Canadians have the good sense to schedule their holidays to avoid it.

[London utility pole] [London utility pole]

Second of all, these serial numbers appear on utility poles around the London area. Each number is accompanied by a cryptic blue, white, or red indicator whose meaning is a mystery.

My initial guess was that these coloured circles indicated different utilities such as hydro (electricity), telephone, and cable...but do they? And why are some of the numbers consecutive? Your guess is as good as mine.

2 October 2017

[sign with Maximum 20 visible on the back]

This intriguing reuse of an old speed-limit sign ("Maximum," in Canadian parlance) is yet another artifact of the past that appears on the Western University campus.

My question: Given the age of the sign, is the speed on it more likely to be in kilometres per hour, or miles?

I'm pleased to add dozens of new pictures to The Ontario Project today...and in fact, the Project is already getting so image-heavy that it may be time to split it into multiple pages soon! I'm now missing only one major letter block in the "B" series...with that done, I'll be able to concentrate on plugging in the "A" series and the pre-1997 six-digit combinations next. Meanwhile, enjoy these "extremes" in the continuum from A to Z:

[Ontario AA] [Ontario BA] [Ontario BZ] [Ontario CA] [Ontario Z truck]

The "AAAB" series was actually the first batch of seven-digit plates to be issued in 1997: The AAAA series was made first, but held back from issue as the Ontario Ministry of Transportation deliberated over whether to auction them off as a fundraising exercise.

25 September 2017

[Yellow and orange arrows] [Yellow and orange arrows] [Yellow and orange arrows]

Deep within the bowels of the sprawling medical sciences building at Western University, a mysterious set of orange and yellow arrowheads are embedded into the floor. Both sets start near a stairway landing and run parallel for a bit, before turning respectively left and right.

But where do these paths go? In the case of the orange arrowheads, nowhere at all: The pointers end at a spot along a plain, unadorned wall. The yellow arrows lead to an alcove in the corridor, where a door obviously existed at one time...but there's no passing through this way, either. This level of the building had its layout reconfigured at some point in the recent past, and the arrows are simply artifacts that persist from an earlier time.

But where did they once lead? And why were these arrows added to the terrazzo in the first place? Maybe the answers are out there...but if they are, they're probably buried in the annals of dusty blueprints or the memory banks of student classes that have long since graduated and moved on...

11 September 2017

[Andrew Turnbull]

Things have changed. I've decided to go back to school, and I've left the shitshow of the States for brighter skies and a better future.

Things have changed online, too. I've changed the banner to a warm, NDP-esque shade of orange. I'm going to start posting something new on the front page every week or two...a picture there, a reflection there. In the meantime, enjoy The Ontario Project. -AT

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