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Annie Shoes Silver
- coat with a layer of silver or a silver amalgam; "silver the necklace"
(esp. of the moon) Give a silvery appearance to
Coat or plate with silver
Provide (mirror glass) with a backing of a silver-colored material in order to make it reflective
a soft white precious univalent metallic element having the highest electrical and thermal conductivity of any metal; occurs in argentite and in free form; used in coins and jewelry and tableware and photography
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- Annie is the sixth studio album by Anne Murray issued in 1972 on Capitol Records. It peaked at number 14 on the Billboard Country Albums chart and number 143 on the Billboard Pop Albums chart.
- Annie is a soundtrack album for the 1999 film of the same name.
- Annie ( ??? ) is an Indian actress from Malayalam Cinema. She acted only for a short span of around 2 years in just 16 films. Debuted in 1993, through Ammayane Sathyam, she gave up acting after marriage with famous director Shaji Kailas, and is now settled in Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala.
- (of a person) Be wearing shoes of a specified kind
- (shoe) footwear shaped to fit the foot (below the ankle) with a flexible upper of leather or plastic and a sole and heel of heavier material
- place: a particular situation; "If you were in my place what would you do?"
- Fit (a horse) with a shoe or shoes
- (shoe) furnish with shoes; "the children were well shoed"
- Protect (the end of an object such as a pole) with a metal shoe
The Greatest Store on Earth
"Best years of my life"
1976-2007. 1989-2007. 1961-1973. 1974-2007. Those are some of the timeframes of Sam's employees. The last set is four years shy of my age. This will seem bizarre to the younger folk. But this, man, this is retail.
My dates? Coles Bookstore, 1989-1996, Store #1 (what is now the Shopper's Drug Mart at Yonge and Charles). Technically, it was Store #3; the original Store #1 stood above what is now the subway entrance at Yonge-Dundas Square.
Seven years.
I mopped every body fluid it's possible for a human being to eject off the floor. I disposed of a dead rat. Someone set fire to the roof. I witnessed an armed robbery. There was a riot right outside our door. I broke up 3 fistfights, caught at least a dozen shoplifters, and carried bums out the door. In my first week, I caught a man engaged in an act of self-gratification. In the Action-Adventure section.
I had someone ask me if Dante had written anything recently. Another didn't know the title, author, or publisher of the book, but knew that 'it was round'. Someone offered his ham sandwich as payment. I don't know how many times I fished porno mags out of the children's section. In the summer, I ate lunch on top of the dumpster in the alley.
I discovered Borges here. And Calvino, Chatwin, Brautigan, Kundera. Leonard Cohen. Michael Ondaatje. Delacorta. Bronwen Wallace. Elizabeth Smart. Lord Dunsany. Roger Zelazny. Thomas Merton. Mervyn Peake. Annie Dillard. Joan Didion. Jim Morrison.
Our special guests included Shannon Tweed, Dalbello, the cast of Johnny Mnemonic (all except for Keanu), Ice-T, George Takei, Ronnie Hawkins and John Ralston Saul.
Our employees? God, what a crew. I've always thought the best word to describe the average retail worker is 'roustabout'. They are always starving, hustling to get by on minimum wage. Living with roommates, in basements, with family. Get your beer on cheapy nights, your clothes at Black Market. Make your own meals. Make sure the boss doesn't catch you loafing. Drifters, students, teens, ex-pats, parents, drinkers, dreamers, lovers and losers.
Angie. Edward. Wendy. Tristan. Dan. Heather. Elbio. Crystal. Rob. And the other Rob. Brenda. Susan. Ching. Mr. Kostel. Roustabouts, all. My greetings and salutations. It was an honor to serve with you.
"Thank you Toronto after 70 years"
Let's look at those dates again. The few I saw in the photos I took added up to more than 70 years. What was the final tally?
175 years. One hundred and seventy-five years of experience, product knowledge, and expertise were lost when the doors were locked for the last time.
Almost two centuries. 175 years times 52 weeks times 40 hours equals 364,000 hours of unpacking boxes, broken price guns, window displays that fall apart, the latest fads, counting down floats, and the weirdest animal you will ever come face to face with: a customer.
A year of retail is worth an MBA. Don't believe me? Quit what you're doing and go work for a small store. If you're not convinced, you can still go get your MBA. If you survive.
I keep being told how great the internet is. How the age of the physical product is coming to an end, replaced by digital equivalents. How everything will get delivered to your living room through a copper cable. Ubiquitous computing will save us all. Mob intelligence will guide our buying decisions. Customers know more than sellers. Blogs will deliver you from the evil of purchasing the wrong colour shoe.
I sold 25 copies of Thomas Merton's Raids on the Unspeakable. In a Coles. Merton is obscure at best, and this is one of his least-known works. Twenty-five copies? With no advertising? No window display? No marketing whatsoever? That's incredible. Unbelievable.
I'm not blowing my own horn here. That's just one meagre victory. I'm trying to prove something. I'm trying to point out what gets lost every time a local store closes. Every time you replace people with a central inventory system. No seller at the head office would have risked Merton.
Would the long tail have predicted success here? Or the dozens of other obscure titles that my co-workers risked shelf-space on? The long tail existed long before Amazon. But it was guided by human hands and tailored to the needs of a neighbourhood.
Where did I find the original recording of Terry Riley's In C? Not HMV. And not online.
This retail experience of the late twentieth century can be traced back to the industrial revolution, where shopkeepers could start selling products they didn't actually make in the shops themselves. But you can trace retail back further to when shopkeepers actually made their own goods to sell. When you have to sell what you make, or have risked buying, you get very good at knowing what sells. You also get very good at serving the community where your shop is.
And we don't often think of retailers as integral parts of the community. That they serve as wel
Not a Pussy Cat
This image of a Lynx was captured about 40 km south of Whitehorse, Yukon. A nocturnal species of the boreal forest, they are rarely seen. Unfortunately this year, their main food, the Snowshoe Hare is at the bottom of an 8-10 year cycle and scarce. The Lynx are hungry and forced to move constantly in search of a meal. Talk about an 'attitude problem', this one looked at me as if to size me up for a meal as he passed. He was on a frozen lake trying to cross when he saw a group of skiers and dogs on the other side, forcing him to turn around and come back right past me. I was in the forest on the lake shore, having just recovered from falling in a deep snow drift over my excitement at possibly photographing a Lynx.
Lynx have a silver-grey coat in winter that is highly prized by trappers. In summer their coat is more orangy-brown. Note the short tail, the beard, ear-tufts, wide hairy paws that act as snow-shoes and the long rear legs that aid in pouncing on their prey. The longer tufts on the ears and tail colouration help differentiate the Lynx from their southern cousins, the Bobcat.
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