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Post by kerouac2 on May 16, 2020 16:34:23 GMT
I just looked it up, and the British and the Americans do it. The original reason was to make it too complicated for spectators to figure out how old a movie was since in the old days, sometimes a movie from 5 or 10 years earlier was presented as "new." Now it is just "traditional." There would probably be an outcry if a major studio stopped doing it.
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Post by onlyMark on May 16, 2020 20:11:46 GMT
I'll have to check it out when I see a film again.
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Post by Kimby on May 16, 2020 20:21:11 GMT
I’ve seen both formats in recent years. Hadn’t made a connection between country of origin and how the copyright date is shown. I assumed that Roman numerals were being abandoned because they’re old-fashioned.
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Post by mich64 on May 16, 2020 21:38:51 GMT
I don't know whether big cities in Canada had "roller rinks". As kids we roller skated on sidewalks. We did have ice-skating rinks in winter, but they were outside and you had to get there yourself. No buses, but I guess city life was very different from small towns or rural areas. Our ice arena served as roller rinks in the summer so until one was built but unfortunately after a few years the popularity wore off, but many enjoyable times!
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Post by fumobici on May 17, 2020 3:24:43 GMT
I’ve seen both formats in recent years. Hadn’t made a connection between country of origin and how the copyright date is shown. I assumed that Roman numerals were being abandoned because they’re old-fashioned. Ironically, I suppose, that's why they used them in the first place as well. They were old fashioned before our great-grandparents were born.
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Post by questa on May 17, 2020 12:45:56 GMT
It is how I taught my kids about Roman numerals. Also some watches and clocks and war memorials or gravestones used them. When a VIP was unveiling some cornerstone the date was in them.
But if IV means 4, why do timepieces use llll instead? There is a good reason
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Post by Kimby on May 17, 2020 12:56:28 GMT
Is that a quiz?
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Post by whatagain on May 17, 2020 13:12:14 GMT
I hate clocks with IIII. Yet pmost are.
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Post by kerouac2 on May 17, 2020 13:19:45 GMT
Apparently IIII is for better optical balance on a watchface.
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Post by whatagain on May 17, 2020 13:20:01 GMT
I was once told why and rechecked. Here us what i found. By usine iiii instead of iv, you have : - the same numbers of 'letters' in figures on both halves of the clock : 14 on the left, 14 on the right. - 3 groupes of numbers : I, ii, iii, iiii : all i v vi vii viii : all with a v Ix x Xi Xii : all with a x.
Iv would have been unaesthetic.
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Post by bixaorellana on May 17, 2020 16:34:34 GMT
That sounds right.
I had to go upstairs & look at the only watch I have with Roman numerals. I much prefer that a watch have Arabic numbers and have them in all 12 places. But the Roman numeral one I have was so pretty despite having those little dashes at 12, 3, 6, & 9 that I got it anyway. As far as the four -- it's IIII very close together & sort of in an abbreviated fan shape, so indeed fits aesthetically.
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Post by questa on May 18, 2020 7:22:36 GMT
I read (In a railways book years ago) that the big clocks on the railway platforms presented a problem. The people travelling may not have much education and to expect them to be able to read Roman Numerals was unrealistic The main difficulty was the confusion between IV (4) and VI (8)They changed IV to IIII so that people didn't miss their trains. Other clock makers followed
Now we have a generation or so of kids who can't read an analog clock. Should we be worried about this?
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Post by bixaorellana on May 18, 2020 16:46:46 GMT
VI is six, not eight.
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Post by kerouac2 on May 20, 2020 20:23:43 GMT
Watching Rocket Man this morning, I was plunged again into the era where people would hold up lighters at concerts. Now that they hold up their telephones, it is no better.
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Post by bixaorellana on May 20, 2020 22:07:59 GMT
What about waving their arms back and forth over their heads like some kind of anchored sea creatures trying to suck in micronutrients?
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Post by questa on May 21, 2020 0:44:38 GMT
What about waving their arms back and forth over their heads like some kind of anchored sea creatures trying to suck in micronutrients? Oh Bixa, what a perfect description! I'll never look at underwater videos the same way again.
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Post by Kimby on May 21, 2020 1:55:41 GMT
Who else remembers air travel in the days before “jet bridges” or “jetways”? Nothing like walking across the tarmac with the wind in your hair and climbing the steps to a plane to make you feel like a jet setter.
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Post by bixaorellana on May 21, 2020 2:33:30 GMT
That's how I have to get on the plane here. As I heft my luggage up the shaky metal steps I feel more grumpy and deprived than jet-setty.
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Post by fumobici on May 21, 2020 2:42:02 GMT
Florence, Munich, and even some of the slums of the Frankfurt am Main airport ca make you stand outside waiting for a tarmac bus running late to this very day. Venice too. Not something one often sees in US airports—at least larger ones.
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Post by questa on May 21, 2020 4:31:55 GMT
Dubai, when they were building the new extensions. I was transiting somewhere...loaded onto a train and had a 3 and a half km ride to the transit lounge, dodging around piles of building materials, heavy diggers etc. Reached the terminal, ushered through the very grotty doors and found myself in Bling City. If you have seen Dubai you will know what I mean...OTT in every aspect.
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Post by bjd on May 21, 2020 5:43:31 GMT
I always liked the climb onto planes outside too. Nowadays, on the rare occasions it happens, you are first bussed there and then climb on. Of course, it's usually with fairly small planes, not jumbo jets.
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Post by kerouac2 on May 21, 2020 5:48:24 GMT
Quite a few of the budget carriers don't want to pay for a connection to the terminal and you get bused out to some remote area to climb into the plane.
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Post by bixaorellana on May 21, 2020 16:14:14 GMT
Great story of contrasts, Questa!
I hate the bussing and prefer not to walk across the tarmac. It's the 21st century!
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Post by mich64 on May 22, 2020 0:44:48 GMT
On our earlier trips to Paris we would fly Air Transat which put at us Terminal 3. Buses would meet the plane to take passengers to the terminal, also on departure, onto the bus.
We now fly Air Canada and arrive at Terminal 2 to a gate, moving up!
Our flights from North Bay to Toronto and return, we walk out to the aircraft.
A few years ago when departing Dublin, we walked the tarmac and were loaded onto the plane from the rear. That was different.
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Post by Kimby on May 22, 2020 1:51:18 GMT
I remember in 1967 my family flew to Europe, my first plane trip. I was 13 going on 14. We were dressed up to travel, Dad in a suit and we ladies all in dresses. We had a short connection in NYC, and were about to miss our flight to London. Someone took pity on us and put the 5 of us us on a baggage cart for a quick ride out to the plane where, jet-setters that we were, we climbed the steps onto our overseas flight. Now that I think of it, we had probably missed the last BUS out to the plane.
Once in Europe, our Bible was Europe on $5 a day. (Remember that?) Our flight allowed three overnight stops enroute to our destination, so we spent about 24 hours each in London, Amsterdam and Paris before joining my widowed grandfather for two weeks of touring in Austria and Germany. While there I met two young people who became my pen pals (remember those?) for many years, one was the Grandaughter of (one of) my Grandpa’s Austrian girlfriend(s), and the other a young man from Bari Italy whose family owned a business that manufactured pool cues.
Good memories.
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Post by questa on May 22, 2020 2:01:34 GMT
Ngurah Rai,Intl airport, Denpasar, Bali, where the busses are air-conditioned to almost freezing point and it is not much warmer inside the arrival hall. Wait patiently as the lines of tourists shuffle forward. Give a wry smile to the young women as they rummage through their carry-ons looking for the warm jacket their mothers made them take "Just in case".
Then step out into the open air, humid and breeze-less, I recognise the aromas of Bali and almost get shivers down my spine.The baseline to this perfume is the burning aircraft fuel, the smell that says "Holiday". Laced through that is the smell of 2-stroke motorbike fuel, more acrid for sharp tones. With their clatter and smell it says "Asia".
Nearby in the car park are a couple of food stalls, cooking up a storm and filling the air with the scent of cooking meat, grease, onion, chillies and spices. These aromas indicate "Indonesia".
As I leave the airport I can smell the perfume of the flowers and incense which spirals up and mixes with the other smells. Sandalwood, Rose, magnolia and patchouli. They are too sweet on their own but in this mixture They say "Bali".
Edited to add....OMG...How could I forget the all pervasive smell of clove cigarettes. Hits you as soon as you walk out from the terminal and when you go home and unzip your luggage wafting out comes cloves and humidity.
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Post by Kimby on May 22, 2020 3:58:38 GMT
Forgot to mention, in 1967, all 5 members of our family from ages 8 to 45 traveled on one passport, a “family passport”.
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Post by kerouac2 on May 22, 2020 4:58:04 GMT
My first flight was in 1968. Ocean liners up until then.
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Post by bixaorellana on May 22, 2020 5:00:41 GMT
I'll have to check with my mother, but I think my first flights were to Alaska, in 1952.
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Post by bjd on May 22, 2020 6:52:13 GMT
My first flight was in 1957 from London to Toronto with stops for meals (and refuelling I guess) in Iceland and Goose Bay, Labrador.
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