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ramblings of an information troubleshooter
do you play hockey ?
got woken up at 10-ish by someone buzzing at
my door. while i got up to get a drink of water,
i wasn't going to deign the inconsiderate
buzzer with a response. since i was up, i
decided to call odile to sing 'happy birthday'
onto her answering machine.
after futzing a bit on the pc, i went back to bed
until greg called to invite me over for a round of
ball hockey in front of his place. emilie, john,
naomi, carine and david made an appearance,
but david was only there to take photos. we
tried to keep it real by playing on the road,
but after kicking up lots of dirt and dust,
we decided to move over to the basketball courts
in front of nakasuk school.
there, emilie, naomi and i proved to greg,
john and carine that regardless of which
direction the wind was blowing, we were not
going to be beat today by the likes of them.
between naomi's stick-handling, emilie's
banshee charges and my sneaky wrist shots,
we peppered them mercilessly. afterwards,
we were rewarded for our efforts with a
batch of greg's freshly baked cookies.
i am really not ready to go back to work.
i spent the rest of the evening sorting thru my
receipts from the southern trip and transferring
pics from my digital camera memory cards. had a
bit of a scare with the last (and largest) one,
but thankfully the problem resolved itself before
i succumbed to the exasperated urge to reformat.
i also managed to dig down thru around 8 months
of notes and paperwork that had piled up around
my pc - guess who wins the supreme procrastinator
one pleasant surprise resulted when i plugged
in the teardrop mp3 player (that i had won in a
raffle awhile back) to my pc usb port - it lit
up !! i was beginning to think that it would
just be a colourful paperweight, but it turns
out that i just never turned the player on after
plugging it into my pc. i have a portable cd
player that suits me fine, but now i can demo
my potential mix playlists on the mp3 player to
give them a workout without having to burn
nose to the grindstone
well, my first day back at work wasn't a total
torture session. had a few phone calls, but was
otherwise able to continue to excavate my inbox
and clear off a little corner of my desk. in
celebration of my return to the office, mother
nature sympathetically provided a new dusting
of snow (end of may !!) on the roads and rocks
of the city.
went for lunch at the snack with greg. had my
usual order of chicken poutine (no onions). i
showed off my teardrop mp3, which survived most
of the day on its battery charge. hopefully it
will last longer than my previous mp3 player
which conked out after only 1.5 months. david
also swung by the office to advise me that the
posters for this week's movies were incorrect
and that 'unleashed' was actually set to start
at 7, so i sent a note around inviting others
john, david and emilie joined me at the showing.
jet li was a pleasure to watch as he displayed a
wondrous innocence as a man who learns that his
life as a caged and collared animal trained to
fight on command is not a normal upbringing.
of course, he gets some good licks in too.
definitely worth seeing if you enjoyed other
luc besson films like 'leon', a.k.a. 'the
that film featured a young natalie portman as
a femme fatale. with natalie's insipid
performance (as directed) in the latest star
wars, she nearly undoes the outstanding work
that she did in both 'garden state' and
'closer'. oh well, at least i can look
forward to her shaved-head performance in
the film adaptation of the classic british
dystopian graphic novel
for vendetta' by alan moore and david lloyd.
for those in iqaluit who won't be able to see the
new star wars flick in the theatre until friday,
maybe the organic flavour of
will tide you over ?
afterwards, we visited the storehouse where
malcolm and mike joined us. we stayed for a
few rounds and so i ordered a rib sandwich
since i figured it would be too late to cook
anything by the time i got home.
good things come to those who wait
went for lunch at the legion with malcolm, chris, john
and olivia. we invited daniel ('the new john') out as
well but he had stuffed himself with bannock already.
we tutored john in the intricate process of ordering a
meal at the legion and he successfully jumped when
his name was called.
inclement weather (i.e. more snow) precluded a
planned hike in the evening, so i stayed late at the
office to catch up a bit. malcolm even found
enough snow to whip a snowball at my window on
his way back from the gym. the wind had picked
up from the daytime and it definitely wasn't fun
i have a stack of mixes beside me, received in
the mail while i was away, but am holding off on
listening to them until i have sent notes of thanks
to my fellow traders. since i'm demo-ing another
new mix from my existing database of songs, i also
didn't want to infect my brain with new music which
would undoubtedly distract me from finishing that
task - like i don't have enough on my 'to-do' list
do you play soccer ?
was surprised to see greg out at the high school
prepping for soccer this evening, especially when
he mentioned that it's been a good 15 years since
he last played. however, when he found out that
he'd be waiting for another 45 minutes just for the
*chance* to play, he decided to pursue other
pleasures for the evening.
meanwhile, the soccer team that i joined, made up
of leftovers of 3 teams, appears to be close to
imploding itself. mike and keith decided to slide
over to john's team which played before our match,
but we managed to convince them to hang around
and play for us too. i played net with kook and
natuk in front of me. pauline and moe volunteered
however, our team just couldn't put it past simon
in the other net. liam got an early goal when he
shot a steep angle ball past my head to put the
other team up by 1. mike had a few chances
right in front of simon, but each time blasted it
right over simon's head (and the crossbar). kook
and natuk made some amazing passing combos
but couldn't supply the finishing touches.
i got a bit rowdy towards the end and began to
chase the ball outside the crease to try to kick
things into gear. i even stomped on keith as i
challenged lily in the corner beside the net.
a lucky bounce off the wall and lily caught me
way too far forward and easily punted the ball
into the far corner to make the final score 2-nil.
evening sun glare on black screen
finally dipped into the cd pile that i had
acquired down south and selected the franz
ferdinand album as the first to play. very
nice ! and to think that i would have never
even heard of them if it weren't for
spent a few hours after work sorting thru
my travel expense claim for the southern
junket. it really irks me that in this
day of digital 'accuracy', that we still
have to fill out forms manually. guess
this is just to remind us about how lucky
we are to even have our employer reimburse
us for duty travel.
at least the sun had peeked out by the
time i left the office at 21:30. all
the snow that had fallen over the last
couple of days has very quickly sublimed
- link of the day:
in the mix
"All these tapes, whether compilations of
avant-punk or classic rock standards,
have a common purpose: to communicate an
emotion or idea -- to a new friend, a
potential lover, or even to oneself. ...
The romance comes not only from the
emotion expressed by a series of songs,
but also from the sheer effort that it
takes to plan and execute a mix."
press club plus pub crawl
well, it's a quarter to 4 in the morning
as i write this note. reflected sunlight
is just beginning to gleam off of the tops
of the ridges and i can tell that it's
going to be a nice day.
after a week of gloomy / bitter reminders
from mother nature that she still had her
druthers, she relented today and allowed
the sun to shine. this warmed the place
up enough to allow me to re-trade my mad
trapper cap (lined with warm rabbit-fur)
for my spring fedora.
went for lunch at the snack with greg and
john. it was john's first time there so
we ribbed him that he had to eat without
hands. i don't think we were too
convincing :( after lunch, i caught up
with a few of the akitsiraq students who
had spent their last school term in
well, after finishing my first week back
at work, i still have about 30 new 'to-do'
emails from the time i was away (plus the
ones that had already stockpiled from
before). yeesh. guess it was too much to
expect to get caught up that easily, huh ?
anyway, i was ready for a night on the
town. first up was the press club where
we heard lori talk about her involvement
with the 'embrace life' committee. lori
complained that she was very nervous, but
she made a fantastic speech. afterwards,
john, greg, david and i hit the storehouse
for a round.
next stop was at l'association francophonie
where happy hour was winding down. when
2 girls started dueling with the decorative
paper pineapples, we decided to escape the
carnage by walking across the street to the
legion. a bunch of the gang were already
there - fletcher, rachel, malcolm, olivia,
chris, sara, morgan, joe, etc. also met
willy, who will be rooming with chris for
jane enlightened us with the story of her
busted wrist - she initially tried to blame
it on broomball, but i soon weaseled the
truth out of her. seems she was out
tobogganing and got a little carried away :)
she also introduced us to leslie (?) who
sounded willing to be roped onto the
broomball crew when we start up again in
played a few games of pool to avoid the
crush on the dance floor. the veteran jimmy
was my first opponent. after my break, he
sunk 5 balls in a row before letting me have
a shot. i managed to keep alive with some
strategic (and lucky) hooks, but jimmy made
some nice finishing shots to put me away.
my second match was against jolly, who
seemed to be trading off the table with todd
all nite. both of them made some amazing
shots, but were really just good at
consistently making what they called. i
did my usual 'don't sink any of my balls,
so i have more balls to hook him with'
maneuvers, but sadly for me, jolly had
the skills to get thru.
when he was down to the black, he missed his
first try, giving me a chance to rally with
3 balls left. i sunk the first one easily,
and the second one went down too, but i
wasn't able to freeze the cue enough to get
the leave on the black that i had intended.
this left me with a long angle shot, and
with the white spot angled away, all i could
see was black and didn't get a good read on
it as my glasses rolled down my nose. the
black ball rang the doorbell and then
bounced back onto the doorstep, waiting for
jolly to put it home.
i finished the evening's table action with 2
matches against luc. we played 'texas',
where the black ball has to go down the same
pocket as the final ball sunk by each player.
luc was both a master of accuracy and of the
leave, so i was happy when i was able to keep
the first game close and go to the black. i
had first dibs, but again came up short,
giving luc the only opening he needed.
we played the rematch right away and luc
easily put me away as my shots were just off
enough that my hooking strategy didn't come
together. maybe i'll play better tomorrow
after the legion, i accompanied stacey, damien
and karen to visit smokey the cat and patrice.
when david came knocking, we moved on to
another house party a few doors down. after
hanging out there for a bit, i decided that
my day had been eventful enough and made my
way back home against the wind.
- link of the day:
distribution model possible for books ?
"Although it is notoriously imprecise, BookScan
does reveal the distressing reality that most
books sell in very small quantities--even those
that garner positive reviews in the New York
Times and the New York Review of Books.
National Book Award finalist Christine Schutt
has been ridiculed for the fact that her book
had sold scarcely 1,000 copies at the time of
her nomination. But the fact is, other than
blockbuster hits, few books sell more than a
couple of thousand copies. When a writer tells
you how many copies his book has sold, you can
usually divide that number by two or three to
get closer to reality--though this may be a
reality of which the writer himself is unaware.
Paul Theroux's sentiment--that we are living
in an age in which writers are bullied into
publicly prostituting themselves--bolsters
the misguided idea that a writer's work is
done once a complete manuscript is delivered.
Publishers and writers alike must adapt to the
realities of a glutted marketplace and an
overexposed public, whose noses are more
often pointed at computer screens than buried
in books. Only by recognizing--and embracing--
these realities can literature hope to reclaim
the magic it once exerted upon the public.
STAR WARS NOW IN IQALUIT !
i'm snarfing a pile of smoked oysters
after another nite on the town. open
the cardboard packaging, pull out the
silver treasure box, peel open the
metal tab, dump contents into a pie
plate and sprinkle with pepper to
taste. damn tasty at 2:30 in the
lori called early in the afternoon to
let me know that she would be coming by
to borrow my digital camera for her trip
to alaska. while waiting for her to
arrive, i managed to vacuum my apartment.
now, i only have a one-bedroom, but i
still rarely manage to get the place
cleaned up (uncluttered is a whole other
ballgame). the size of dust bunnies that
i encountered today was a little bit
after lori left, i moved on to mopping the
floors in the kitchen and the bathroom
before hitting the showers to get cleaned
up for the main event of the evening:
STAR WARS. we had bought our
tickets yesterday in advance, so greg,
david, john and i immersed ourselves in
the latest george lucas visionary saga.
it was neat to see greg as excited as a
after the show, we hashed out plot holes
and raved about the effects over a round
at the storehouse where we encountered
emilie, peter and monty. from there,
we planned to go on to the legion, but
emilie wanted to stop off at another place
on the way where one of her friends was
hosting a birthday party. confetti lined
the floor and balloons spelling out '30'
lined the walls. john sampled the wine
and then we strolled the block over to
the legion, promising to return.
at the legion, we ran into malcolm and sara
who had just finished d.j.ing their latest
missile defence'. odile and robert
showed up as well, so we took over a table.
i tried to sign up for a couple of games of
pool, but never managed to get back over
before my name got erased from the board.
pascal was celebrating his birthday, ian
/ richard / dave were saying their
farewells, and there were lots of younger
folk returned from university / college
which made for an interesting dynamic. a
bit of shmoozing, a bit of drinking and a
bit of dancing and all too soon, the
lights came on.
emilie led myself, robert, odile and john
back over to the house party and we hung
out for a bit there before heading our
separate ways. me, i think i'm still up
for a single round of pc poker before
hitting the sack :)
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