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ramblings of an information troubleshooter
put up your dukes,
let's get down to it
slept late again, but managed to get up before kakki called. my body hasn't yet
made up its mind whether to stand fast or succumb to sickness, and me getting a
haircut or going breakneck speed around the broomball rink almost seems like a
subconscious challenge to my body to dare stand in my way.
went over to kakki's to play a couple of rounds of
Titans of Steel.
our first face-off didn't go well for him. seems kakki had trained his pilot
on gunnery skills but saddled him with an energy weapon mech. score 1-0 for
senatorhung. kakki fared better during the 2d matchup, but it was apparent
that he was quite rusty. my pilot, camouflaged by thick elevation on a
mountain top, spent the match taking potshots at kakki's pilot meandering
in clear sight thru the valley below. kakki also neglected to note the fact
that my ally was firing upon his pilot with a neutron blaster. by the time
kakki's pilot managed to get a decent bead on mine, it was too late, and his
pilot keeled over, having bled to death.
when we left to head downtown, we managed to get stuck in the snow piled up
in the driveway and shovelled around for a quarter of an hour before a neighbour
was able to pull us onto the road. when i got home, i began my shepherd's
pie experiment. i realized that i hadn't used my frying pan for at least
8 months. the resulting mishmash was a bit runny, but held together long
enough to make it to the fête.
the part-time player potluck was a grand success. greg, tony, odile, robert,
bella, alison, anton, david, emilie, lori, orla, vinnie (+ian), kakki and
myself caught up with each other and decided to gather ideas for a possible
show of skits / scenes for an april arts festival. we'll meet again on
saturday to sort thru the possibilities.
i was getting a bit droopy after all the great eats, so when lori offered
me a lift downtown, i was glad to accept. what do you know, we have trouble
getting out of the driveway. with robert, greg and i providing steering
advice, lori managed to get the truck turned around such that it was able
plow forward thru the snow built up on the side of the road, enabling us to
make our escape. this unexpected intake of cold air served to wake me up
got home and tried to find the copies of plays that i had squirred away.
unfortunately, 'cyrano de bergerac' and 'les liasions dangereuses' must
be hiding in storage down south, so for my contribution to saturday's melee,
i'll bring a copy of
'diamond grill', a book of anecdotes about growing up with mixed heritage
in a small-town on the prairies and the struggles the author has with such
an identity in the 50's, along with behind-the-scenes glimpses at (and tastes
from) the ubiquitous prairie small-town chinese restaurants.
painted wings and giant things just make way for some other toys
damn, i hate mondays.
again with the on-again, off-again blizzard warnings ...
didn't help that i finished the 5-part 'Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy' trilogy
without having it invoke any flurry of warm fuzzies. tho the 4th book,
'So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish', did feature that effervescent flying
with Fenchurch episode, it was just a tiny oasis of magic in an all-too
to sweep away my disappointment, i re-read Gene Yang's linked duo of fantastic
stories - 'Gordon Yamamoto and the King of the Geeks' and 'Loyola Chin and the
San Peligran Order'. scenes that really wouldn't work in a movie, like sticking
a t.v.cable up your nose to get in touch with the robot brain storage monitor
residing there, or having a box of animal crackers animated into a festering
frankenstein beast, are perfectly at home in the comics world and these
potentially moralistic high school coming of age tales are given a twisted
and while you're up there, turn around and touch the sky
you know you need a vacation when the first thing you think of when you wake
up with the sun in your eyes is: "uggh. no blizzard today, dammit !"
twas anton's b'day today, so a gaggle of us took over a corner of the storehouse
to help him celebrate. i had to cut out early to get to the astro theatre to meet
up with the ICSL tech to review how things would work for the BMFF. went to
test the dvd-r player and realized that i hadn't brought along the test disc. doh!
so, i slid down the hill towards the office, but when i got to the door, i found out
that i was locked out of the building and that my keycard wasn't being recognized.
after hearing about anton's recent experiences, i wondered if i needed to start
watching my back ...
i decided to move on to the next item on my agenda, the International Women's
Day arts and crafts show at the parish hall. found a pair of kamiks that i liked,
but didn't have any cash on me, so i left my contact info with the vendor in case
they didn't get sold that night.
i also found a phone and called up morgan to see if i could get into my office.
took awhile to get things sorted out, but once i had the test disc, i retraced my
steps up the hill to the theatre and tried out their dvd player. looks like i'll have
to poll the other BMFF volunteers to see if anyone can bring a dvd player from
home. stayed at the theatre to take in 'the aviator'. also in the audience were
charlene, mildred, marjorey, marie, and david from work.
what a spectacle !! this movie deserved every oscar nomination that it received.
cate blanchett was amazing as katherine hepburn. her breakup scene with leonardo's
hughes was riveting. the whole business about acting so often that you lose sight
of your real identity echoed the mediated phenomenology outlined in the article that
i linked to yesterday. leonardo's portrayal of compulsive behaviour was also
outstanding. another interesting study of a compulsive character is in orson
scott card's novel 'xenocide' which i read last fall.
but it was the production design and cinematography that really shone. while the
attention to detail that scorsese used to recreate boston tea rooms in 'age of
innocence' frankly bored me, when this style was transferred to aircraft designs
and the portrayal of the joy of flight, it made me grin with glee. the pan am
executive office with constellation-covered roof was an instant favourite, the
hollywood nightclub was cheezily over the top, the spruce goose hanger was a
bewildering hive of activity, and hughes' enclave was appropriately horrifying.
i'll be seeing this flick again, for sure.
still right here, it's just not where you're at
didn't go in until the afternoon as i had stayed late into the early a.m.
working on year-end financial stuff.
broomball was a bit frantic tonight as it was 5 on 4 until greg showed up
to even up the sides. from then, the white team consisted of jacques, mark,
martha, siobhan and myself. the menacing dark team had alistair, anna, marco,
greg and denis. the teams were pretty well matched and most goals came on
breakaways. goal scorers were mark (4!), marco (2), denis (1), jacques (1),
and greg (1?) giving the white team a final advantage of 5-4. twas a great
after a quick shower, the storehouse beckoned where 2 farewell gatherings were
being held, one for amy, the other for brent. i ended up floating between both
as i polished off a rib sandwich and a plate of wings. at amy's table, i chatted
with gavin, greg, denis, chad, martha, kevin, nikki, shawna, maria and rae-lynn.
in the other corner, i hung out with malcolm, sara, brent, john, kathleen, robert,
pascale, emilie, chris, midori and sue.
discussions included taking over the administration of broomball, the merits
of hip hop, how john lennon never wrote any songs about sex, the survival of
library classification systems in a keyword-centric digital world and worrying
about how to manage a career without letting your skills stagnate.
hear the footsteps closing in
ran into thomas when i swung by the nova building to check on a few
things. he tried to convince me that going to law school would be a bad
idea. first, i didn't need to take all the extra classes that they use to pad
out what could be a 2-year program into 3 years. second, anything i want
to learn about IP, i can teach myself. my rejoinder was that without the
piece of parchment and initials behind my name, credentialitis might still
prevent me from being allowed to get into a position to help implement more
user-friendly information policies.
had planned to go see 'the aviator' again but was so bushwacked after work
that i went home to crash. with people dropping sick around me left and
right, i figured that i better get more than the 4-5 hours of sleep that
i've been getting a nite.
- today's soundtrack: leena evic / pirurvik centre
- and there were inuit (2005). this is a children's cd,
but is also intended to help teach inuktitut
- IP idiocy link of the day:
ip battle moves to ipod
let the blizzards blow
another day, another farewell party, this time for richard. went from
there to fantasy palace and ran into neil, anna and paul (the lizard guy).
chatted with them until i moved over to join jen and odile to hash out
some planning ideas for an arts festival around toonik tyme.
chris hosted a sushi session tonight. the food was fabulous. those who
partook of this feast included myself, midori, malcolm, fletcher, rachel,
sue and john. also got introduced to 'no name' who managed to pounce
from fletcher's lap into the dessert bowl.
after hanging out for a bit, we decided to drop in on the legion.
unfortunately, it was late enough that they were beginning to restrict
entry to members only, but we managed to sneak sue and midori in under
the wire. that left chris and john out in the cold, so midori only stayed for
one drink. you could tell that it was payday as there were a lot of people
from work including joe, david, jeannie, melissa, morgan and rhoda. also
spoke with kevin, denis, nigel and hunter.
- today's soundtrack: zuckerbaby - zuckerbaby (1997)
it's not even me that's got you running
slept in until noon - the sun was smiling happily for me. crawled out of
bed an hour later to drag myself to the museum for the opening of 'hybrid
theory', an exhibition of paintings by a local artist, jonathan cruz.
it was a funky mix of urban street art and inuit cultural motifs, including
self-portraits, gussied-up decks (skateboard planks) and bright bold colours
plastered over scrap wood and cardboard. my favourites were 'one peso' and
'tribute to enoukjuaq' and jonathan was kind enough to pose beside them so i
could take a couple of photos.
snuck into the office to catch up with some emails before moseying
towards tony's for the part-time player mash-up. made it to the hill
before tony pulled up alongside to lift me the rest of the way, something
that was very appreciated by my bum knee (since broomball on
wednesday). possible ideas were received from everyone in attendance:
tony (monty python skits); odile (well-known shakespearean scenes);
greg (northern porn satire); lori (politician / bar room improv skits);
bella (shakespeare); alison (scenes from plays); kakki (skits ?);
robert (no comment); orla (shakespeare); and myself (monologue).
the group consensus was that for a cabaret / variety night, the comedic
skits would probably be more suitable, saving the more dramatic material
for another future event (i.e. 'shakespeare on the tundra'). that decided,
i drifted out to get ready for an evening at the legion where the northern
ramblers would be hosting their cd release party.
the gig went pretty well, with my favourite song from their first set being
'when you're gone' (NOT a bryan adams cover) off of their new album
'guitars, tundra, whiskey & women'. hung out with liz and stephen.
the crowd at tuesday's arts and crafts show had been enthusiastic and liz
had sold out of all of her wares. also chatted with jim, vicki, susan and
molly before venturing into the quiet lounge to visit with madeleine, romine
and james (vinnie's da).
talked with jimmie and andrew after they finished their set and bought
a couple of cd's. next on the agenda was the games room, where i
surprisingly won a table from todd, who had beaten off 3 other challengers -
guess he needed a time-out to refresh his drink. james and i then faced off.
after james won the table from me in the first round, i scratched on the black
in round 2, sunk the 8-ball off the break in round 3, made a comeback in
round 4, but then in the final round, scratched the black into the side while
attempting to put another ball into the corner. having had enough of my own
self-sabotage, i pled 'taima' to james and conceded him a 4-1 victory.
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