Friday, December 29, 2006

They all look the same to me anyway....


So the announcement by the USFDA that there will be no restrictions or required notifications on cloned meat and milk, has some people north of the border asking questions about what Canada's stance will be on cloned animal products.

Some have suggested that Canada would be wise to require labelling, simply to distinguish itself from US products for people who might not want to eat cloned meat. We really do have an aversion to anything that we don't imagine is naturally made, don't we? Considering how many of the things we use and consume in our lives that have been touched by some kind of technology, some kind of invention that humans have dreamed up to make our lives better, it really is surprising the reluctance we have - as a group - to accept things that have been modified by technology, particularly when those things are animals or human beings. We have less fear of robots than genetically modified humans, less fear of gadgets than we do of cloned animals. No wonder many cultures have had a fear of twins.

Of course as far as I'm concerned, I would eat cloned or non-cloned food - most of it would depend on whether it was on sale or not! I don't even have a problem with GMOs (genetically modified organisms), at least not in theory. I do have a problem with the economics of genetically engineering foodstuffs, like monoculture, patenting and the kind of extortion that a company like Monsanto can get away with.

Some observers have noted that cloning is still so expensive that it is unlikely it will be used for mass production of meat products. Cloning may be used as a breeding tool - to ensure the continuation of genetically superior breeding stock - but it is unlikely that we'll be eating cloned meat anytime soon.

For me, taste and cost are the primary driving factors in my food purchasing decisions, not where the food originated from. As long as the animal is healthy, I really don't care how similar it might be to any other one.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

White Christmas... almost

Today, the day after all the festivities, the very relaxing and enjoyable holidays during which I did nothing, it now snows.

But I don't mind. I've never really felt like I needed to have a White Christmas to make it a real holiday. I've also never really felt the need to have turkey at Christmas (though this year I did courtesy of my sister).

Actually, no snow over Christmas was actually pretty nice. It was easy to get around and was warm enough that it wasn't a chore to travel. I like that.

Today, the day that I need to get back to work, it snows. Several centimeters. It seems appropriate that the day back to work is the one where it snows, doesn't it? It also feels really nice to have done pretty much nothing at all for the last two days.

Happy Winter everyone!

(clicking on the photo will show you a satellite image of how the earth changes with the seasons)

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Tis the season

Ahhh... the joys of gift shopping... I'm very glad I finished last week.

I've been reading several articles in the paper and online about how popular gift cards are this year. And how they're such a great idea. And how they make your gift shopping so easy.

And I suppose they are an easy gift to buy. You don't have to search for the right size or color, or second guess whether they'll like the gift.

But for a shop-a-phobic like me, the gift card is usually not the gift that I get most excited about. I've received a few gift cards before - some of them have been appreciated because they were places where I regularly shop anyway and it was great to be able to go and pick out something I wanted. I've gotten other gift cards that sit in my wallet for months before I'd find the time to go to that particular store, and then sometimes it took a while to find something I actually wanted there.

The downside is, for someone like me, the time you save shopping for my gift just gets passed off on me. Giving a gift card that you don't know the person will love and use, just puts the burden on the recipient to spend the time you saved.

Don't get me wrong, I'm no scrooge, and I'm not against gift cards per se, but all this talk about gift cards lately has just got me thinking about them. They're fabulous for giving experiences - a trip to the movies, a day on a ski hill, an outing to the local amusement center - and sometimes you just know it's right (like if you gave me a card for amazon or chapters...) But I still like getting actual things.

After all, just imagine a Christmans morning just full of gift cards. A tree stacked with nothing but gift cards just isn't as much fun on the morning of the 25th.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Those Canadians and their computers!

Actually, it's those Canadians and their blogs. Apparently, per internet-capita, Canadians read more blogs than any other country*

Two point touch theorizes that is has something to do with the trust and level of establishment of IT press (with the US having a well trusted print IT press, which is why it ranks lowest):
The equation then becomes that penetration of blogs is in inverse proportion to the trust and penetration of mainstream print media. Common sense, I guess.
But a commenter takes the cultural approach:
To be fair, TheGoodBlogs statistics may not be truly representative of what’s out there since our sample is still relatively small. However for what it’s worth, in terms of absolute visits, US (64%), Canada (18.5%), UK (4.88%), Germany (1.94%), France (1.75%), Australia (1.46%), India (1%) and the rest is less than 1%.

What does seem to correlate though is if I apply the absolute numbers against the number of internet users per country (obtained on www.internetworldstats.com), it shows me that Canadians with Internet access is almost 2.5 times more likely to visit blogs than their US counterparts. I found nothing to that substantiate the other countries like Spain etc.

Anecdotally, (tongue-in-cheek of course) I think it means that the US have better alternative channels of entertainment like better cable and satellite TV, more online shopping opportunities, better shopping malls and recreational distractions than us poor sods up north! We rely on keeping each other company online when we’re snowed in and frequent blogs in the hope that someone will be our friend!

I tend to think the commenter is closer to the mark, simply because I don't know whether the US has a more well trusted IT press than Canada. The argument does shift during the post from theorizing about IT press to mainstream press, which I would imagine are worlds apart. At least when it comes to mainstream press in the US (which I have more experience with than the IT press). But it's an interesting piece of trivia.

*The countries included in the analysis are: Canada, France, Germany, Italy, the Netherlands, Spain, the UK and the US

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Much better

My earlier post trying to share the presentation I made wasn't working - Geocities kept rerouting you to a different page than the one I asked it to send you to - so here it is in all its glory (or not!)

Thursday, December 14, 2006

No pulse?


Usually when we say someone has no pulse, we're using figurative language to indicate an individual who is unemotional, or reluctant to express any passionate emotion, but I would imagine that this man, who literally doesn't have a heart beat is actually pretty excited about his new heart.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Happy anniversary

As I was running today, it occured to me that right about this time (well, maybe November) is my tenth year running anniversary. Hooray for me! Since the traditional tenth anniversary gift is a tin or aluminum item, I guess I won't be buying anything to celebrate it... after all, metal and running don't really seem to go together, do they?

I had quit smoking earlier in the year - which means this year is the tenth anniversary of that event too - and I was putting on the pounds. It wasn't pretty and I figured that I was getting old enough that my regimen of eating whatever I wanted and sitting around wasn't going to work anymore. I had to actually do something now to maintain my weight.

I remember my first run. It was about 300m and by the end of it, my lungs were on fire and I felt like throwing up. Yeah, I was in horrible shape. But despite that horrendous first attempt, I went back the next day. This time I stopped at 250m and the burning wasn't quite so terrible. I gradually began working my way up the distance, usually trying for a continuous run rather than the walk-run-walk-run that they usually recommend for beginners. (Part of this was because I didn't know of this wisdom, and part of it was because it felt like cheating to me to walk part of the time.)

But the thing I kept thinking about as I was running today was that ten years is an awfully long time and I really haven't done anything worth writing about during that time. Sure, the first time I ran a 10k (took me over an hour!) I was pretty proud of myself, and I've run more than one of them, but I really haven't gone the distance, so to speak. I'm not talking marathon here - I don't know that I could manage one of those - but something that stretches me a bit more might be a good idea.


Thing is, I've tried to increase my distance and frequency at various times before. And I find I can't do it. It's not so much the time it takes to do so many runs, though they do require a significant commitment, but it's the exhaustion. When I try to run farther or faster, trying to build up to something more than my 2-3 runs a week, I end up so tired that I spend more time sleeping. And even when I'm awake, I find I'm exhausted enough that I can have difficulty concentrating. Concentration is not something I can give up. I can't afford it.

So I feel stuck at this level of exercise. I still enjoy it, and I notice that if I don't go running for a while I start to feel out of sorts, but I'd like to take on a new, longer challege - maybe a half marathon - without disrupting the rest of my life. Problem is, I don't know that I can accomplish that.

So I feel good that I've been running this long and am still enjoying it, even though I feel like I could be doing more. Guess I'll just have to be happy with that.

Customer Service... I do not think that word means what you think it means...

Two stories of customer service - one good, one bad. Which one do you want first? The good one? Too bad, it's my blog. You get the rant first.

Last week, I spent a rather frustrating several minutes on the phone with my cell phone company (at least calls to them don't run up my minutes). I was requesting - for the third time - a copy of my first two bills on the account.

We signed up for the service at the beginning of September, and got a rather annoyed call at the beginning of October from the company asking why we hadn't paid our bill. We responded that we hadn't received one, paid the amount requested, and confirmed our mailing address with them (they'd written it down wrong).

The next month, we again had an annoyed call asking us why we hadn't paid our bill. Now we were annoyed as well and told them that yet again we had not received our bill and could they please send it.

Then at the end of October, I spent several minutes on the phone convincing someone that I had never received my bills for the previous months and they needed to send them. The lackey on the other end acted like he was doing me a favor by not charging me the $8 "bill reprint" fee. He did however do me the favor of at least telling me what my account number was, so I could sign up for online billing. (I would've known my account number and signed up for online billing in September if they had ever seen fit to send me my bill.) Now the power over the bills was at least in my hands though it wasn't retroactive.

Last week when I called, the second lackey I talked to told me the post office must have lost my bills and he would send new ones out but charge me the $8. Now $8 ain't much - good cup of coffee and a biscotti - but I hadn't been the one screwing up here - it was either the cell company or the post office - and I didn't think it was right that I should pay for someone else's mistake. He argued. I lost it and cussed. Then I asked for his supervisor. He finally told me I wouldn't be charged for the additional bill.

Who in the world authorizes staff to argue with a customer over $8? Especially when I've got four phones I'm paying for. What kind of customer service mentality is this? It's not like the $8 was gonna come out of the lackey's pocket! And even though I'm not paying for it, I'm unimpressed with this service provider and am seriously considering switching after only a few months. Was it worth it to them to lose a customer? Especially one with a blog? You notice I haven't mentioned who it is, but if they pull another one like this, you bet their name will be emblazoned across a post!

The good one? My hubby ordered an item off ebay. When it arrived, it was the wrong version. He emailed the seller. She looked at it and said, yep, oops, that was my bad. I posted the wrong version.

THEN. She went out, BOUGHT the version she'd promised, is sending it to him, WITH a SASE to send the wrong one back!

Now THAT's excellent customer service! My cell phone provider could learn a thing or two from her.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Learning then teaching

I've been learning a new software program for work, and I figured the best way to figure out all its features was to create something with it. It's a multimedia program that allows you to produce video clips, utilizing camera input, sound recording, images, and existing sound clips.

So I created a brief clip about the thing I think most about these days: cyborgs. It's a brief intro to the term and some of its common uses. Perhaps someday it might be actually be useful to my teaching.

If you want to see it, click here. It will download to a temporary file on your computer - so if you don't want it to do that, don't click, but if you do download it, it will run on RealPlayer or Windows Media Player.

I had a lot of fun putting together. Hope you enjoy!

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Finally moved in?

I've decided that acquiring, and cooking our first meal on a barbecue constitutes "all moved in"... and boy! was that a great tasting steak!

I like grilling a lot, so finally buying a barbecue - half price! who says it's crazy to buy summer equipment in December? - is the end to a quest that began the week we got here. It's not the exact same model as the one we'd first eyeballed, but it's got all the same features. And did I mention it was half price?

It cooks like a dream! People who have been to my house in real life and had barbecue anytime in the last several years may have noted the flame-like nature of our old barbecue. Not this one! Even in winter weather - chinook weather, mind you, but winter nonetheless - it produced a nice even heat that cooked everything just perfectly. And it's got one of those cool side burners for a frying pan or a pot as well!

Helps being in cattle country too - the steaks were an outrageously low price because we bought bulk and the quality was fabulous. Shout out to my sister for telling me about the place. I love it!

Steaks cooked on our new grill + beer I brewed myself. That was an awesome meal!

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Valley of no left turns

Been away from the blogsphere for the last few days because I've been spending less time in front of my computer. Went out to a mountain resort over the weekend, which was fabulous! We had no schedule, no agenda, no kids, no email. Nothing but beautiful scenery, fresh air, hot springs and good food.

I needed that!

The valley we travelled through to get there - the valley of no left turns - is the only place I had previously seen a moose. Shortly after telling everyone in the car that, we saw one! Which was kinda cool.

Coming back meant there was lots of work to do that had piled up while I was enjoying myself instead of working, so I've just been trying to whittle down the to do list. Sometimes it feels like it will never go away. Losing our internet connection yesterday didn't help and it took almost two hours just to get ahold of someone at the company who could tell me what was going on!

Why is it that the good times are inevitably followed by the bad?

Thursday, November 30, 2006

It's a good feeling...

...when you accomplish something really hard. I got this letter today:

Dear Novelist,

You did it.

Despite everything else going on in your busy life, you managed to pull off the creative coup of writing a 50,000-word novel in just one month.

When the going got tough, you got typing, and in four weeks, you built vast worlds and set them in motion. You created characters; quirky, interesting, passionate souls with lives and loves and ambitions as great as yours. You stuck it out through the notoriously difficult middle stretch, and pressed onward as 80% of your fellow writers dropped out around you.

And now look at you: A NaNoWriMo winner. And the owner of a brand-new, potential-filled manuscript. It's an amazing accomplishment, and we're proud to have had you writing with us this year.

I'm pretty proud to have done it! Now I'm going to take a bit of a break from it, then I'll have to take it up again, finish off the last two chapters (at least I figure it will just be two more chapters), then return back to the beginning and smooth out the rough edges. That'll be the labour intensive part.

But it feels good to have set myself a challenge and to have met it, even when at times I felt like giving up.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Record breaking

Why does it have to be that the year we come back, we start breaking records? It hasn't been this cold here in ten years!

UPDATE: We set a new low -30.1C last night. Coldest it's been since 1896.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

The response from either side seems to be "this is ridiculous!"

Ran across this obscure new item: a man was ejected from a gym for grunting during his workout. Much of the internet reaction to this story has been cries of 'ridiculous!' from hard core bodybuilders, but I find the ridiculous part of this story to be this patron's reaction to having his membership revoked - he's suing for defamation of all things because people are making fun of him for getting kicked out.

Now, I had a membership at Planet Fitness. I've had memberships at several different gyms, and been a guest at several others. I've worked out in university gyms, women's gyms, hard core gyms, and Planet Fitness. And I've got to say that Planet Fitness was one of the best gyms I've ever worked out at.

Why were they one of the best? Because they lived up to their tag as a "Judgment Free Zone". I'm not one to be intimidated by the big muscle-y guys in the "guys" weight room. I plow on ahead and enter, moving the pin waaaay back up on the machine and pulling the seat all the way up, but it took me some time to muster up that kind of courage, to enter the "muscle" zone. (Mostly, I think of how much money I'm paying and how much I want to use the equipment I'm paying for and that gets me over any reluctance I might have to tread on sacred masculine territory)

But when I first started going to the gym, those big muscle-bound guys were intimidating. Many of them seemed to hang out just to try to intimidate anyone who didn't have as much muscle mass as they did.

Now I can respect that someone might choose to spend hours in the gym every day to get their body into peak performance. I also can respect the person who simply wants to go in once or twice a week, do some light toning and exercising and spend the rest of their time doing other things. But that respect isn't always evident in gyms, and I've been given the annoyed look for coming in and messing up the place where "real" men are working out. I've just learned to live with it.

What Planet Fitness is doing is trying to create a gym that makes casual exercisers comfortable. They're very upfront about it. Their policies are all over all their material and their website. You walk into a Planet Fitness and you immediately notice that there are more ellipticals than free weights. That tells you something. There are plenty of gyms out there where the emphasis is on weights and you know it the minute you walk in.

What I think is a bit ridiculous, is for someone to walk into a Planet Fitness thinking it's a Golds Gym. They're not the same. And if you want Gold's Gym, you should go there, not the Judgment Free Zone. Crying foul because you thought you could tranform one into the other strikes me as just plain ridiculous.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Reflecting on Writing

After reading the latest issue of Reconstruction, blogging is on my mind again.

Always when discussions of the use of blogs, or the appropriateness of academic blogging makes its rounds through the blogsphere, or emerges in a journal issue like this, I am reminded of the Tribble-like concerns that so often get expressed: that blogging is a waste of time; that it's self indulgent; that it does little to further one's career and can in fact damage it; that scholarly blogging has no merit because it isn't peer reviewed etc. etc.

Of course I make no claims to scholarly blogging. I'm a scholar who blogs, but when I do mention my research, it is usually because I think readers might find it as interesting as I do, or because I'm trying to organize my thoughts about something particular. The primary (or even secondary or tertiary) purpose of this blog has never been to work through scholarly arguments. That should be self apparent to anyone who's read it. Reading the Reconstruction issue got me wondering though if this blog might be a way for me to work through some of the challenges I've been having in my academic life lately.

Some of the challenges I've been facing lately that might benefit from more frequent academic blogging blogging could include:

1. Improving my writing. This is a big one. I have an advisor who tells me my academic writing is stilted and awkward, that I don't seem to have found my own writing voice. I agree that sometimes my academic writing is too strained. Part of it has to do with my training - remove every mention of the personal - and part of it I think with my relative inexperience in writing.

I've been admiring academic writers who can thoughtfully connect their personal positions and identity with their academic topic, and I'd like to emulate that. I'm still not sure about what kind of academic "voice" I have, which makes it difficult to know what I need to be going to develop it. Perhaps writing about academic topics in an open, everyday forum like this blog will help loosen that writing up.

All this practice would presumably make writing an easier process, which would have the added benefit of making my writing tasks easier when it comes to producing them.

2. Providing unity. Blogging more about my academic projects might unite the disparate pieces of academic work in a way that explains their commonalities.

Right now along with the dissertation research, I'm juggling a chapter revision, a collaborative book proposal, a conference presentation, and an organizational committee for another conference. Since each of these activities involves a different topic or area of interest, I'm finding myself compartmentalizing them in a way that I don't necessarily think does me much good. Since they are all academic endeavours, there is a commonality in them, and I think if I could find a way to incorporate them all into one category, I might find fruitful interchanges between them, instead of boxing them each up as a separate activity.

3. Working through the difficult parts of my research. Right now, I'm faced with a research task for the dissertation that I see the value of, but don't relish doing. (Isn't that the way so many things in these kinds of projects, or life in general, are like?) I've made little headway on this aspect right now in part because it pushes me in a research direction that I'm unfamiliar with and I'm having some difficulty figuring out what material I should concentrate on the most.

Perhaps blogging my reading would help me articulate how useful the material is as I work my way through it. A bonus might even come if I have some readers who could help me navigate through the quagmires of the reading as well.

This blog has remained mostly personal to this point because that's what it started out doing. I don't really wish to abandon the personal, since it gives me a great deal of satisfaction knowing that people who I care about stay in touch with me this way. I'm not sure if this blog will work as a combination of academic and personal posts.

Then again, after the Storyworlds post, tw asked if I was going to post some of the Nanowrimo writing, and I've been considering doing that (after I clean it up a bit since it's awfully rough right now). Although the fiction writing has nothing to do with the subjects I study academically, I'm finding the process of writing to be similar. Although I've written a bit of fiction here and there, this is the first time I've written so much in such a short period of time. It has made me much more aware of the writing process itself as I struggle to figure out how to get from one plot point to another, find a new plot twist opening up in the context of trying to write about something else, and taught me that much of writing is simply sitting down and plowing through what needs to be done. Inspiration be damned, just write!

So at the end of this post, as I consider everything I've said so far, I guess all I've done is confirm for myself that this blog will remain fairly eclectic, and given myself permission to make it even more eclectic if needed by discussing my academic work from time to time. I suppose this post itself is a good example of reason #3 above - working/writing through a problem to find a solution. Thanks blogreaders for coming along for the ride!

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Plugging Away

Still behind.

But even more so now. I was doing really good coming into 25K - I was even a bit ahead at that point. But then I had a child who was ill, and it scared her. So I spent a lot of time just being nearby. Which of course means a lot of things got put on the back burner. Nanowrimo included.

Now I'm playing catch-up again. I don't think it's impossible for me to catch up, so I'm giving it a try, but it will require a lot more time than I feel like I can afford right now. Work is starting to get busy, my boss is out of town next week, so we want to get some things done right now, and we've just added three new projects to our roster over the next several months. There's variety in my work - which is great - but it means there's lots of it.

But I don't want to quit Nanowrimo. I set myself this challenge. I think I can meet it. I want to meet it. I keep saying I'd like to try to write fiction. Now's the opportunity to do it. With structure. And a goal. And a deadline. These are things that motivate me. So. I'm. Not. Giving. Up.

(At least not yet)

Last week, I wrote that it was difficult to get words on the paper, not because I didn't have ideas for the story, but because it was just hard to arrange them. This week, I am running out of ideas. Well, not really running out. I have ideas, I just don't know how to get the story from where it is now, to where I want it to be. Even when I do get words down, I have to still the inner critic whispering - okay, I have to yell to get her to shut up - who I have to ignore and just keep writing. The goal here is to get the words down. After comes the time where I make them into good words. But even with carte blanche for vocabulary, grammar and ANY sense of style, I'm still struggling.

But. I'm. Not. Giving. Up. At least not yet.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Gender bender

I realize I'm not the girliest girl on the planet, but it's a bit disturbing when a celebrity face recognition program shows the highest matches with men!



And who the hell is Christiano Ronaldo?!?!?!?

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Shocked

Today started pretty ordinarily. I began work in the morning and took a break a few minutes ago to have some lunch. We recently started getting the newspaper by subscription - I haven't subscribed to anything other than small local papers in years - and sometimes I read it while I eat lunch.

There I was, eating leftover Chinese food, when I turned the page and saw a picture of my former sister-in-law.

She disappeared 16 years ago and they just now charged a man with her murder.

I'm shocked. I hadn't really thought much about her since my divorce. I had only met her once, and briefly, and even then, I don't think she said much more than two words to me. I don't think she particularly liked me. But she was also fairly young when we met, so maybe it was just teenage standoffishness to a stranger, since that's what I was to her. Either way, I didn't really know her at all. She hadn't been living at home for several years before she disappeared, but I remember how hard her leaving had hit her mother.

Even though I barely knew her, reading about this case and being reminded of it, has affected me more than I would expect. I think the thing that makes this feel so shocking is how it will affect people who I care about - my stepdaughter in particular. I hope when this news unearths memories for her as well, it isn't painful, but might provide some relief knowing that there will be some closure with the pressing of charges against the man believed to be her aunt's killer.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Scattered

Too many things.

Too many different things.

Too many things to keep track of.

Too much work to do.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Storyworlds

For my comprehensive exams, one of my areas was narrative theory, which is an area of inquiry that examines the features and functions of narrative. Sounds simple, and in some ways it is, but there are some subtleties that I never would have thought about had they not belonged within this category.

But that's beside the point of this post. My point is that one of the concepts of narrative theory is the storyworld. It's really big in theories that explore the function and interactive nature of video games in particular. If you've ever read a book set in a place that you didn't recognize (which is most books) or played a video game, you've got an idea of what narrative theorists mean by storyworlds.

Rawdon Wilson describes how the axioms of a storyworld contribute to the kind of story you get. He uses a parable of two brothers who tire of reality and reimagine it to describe what happens in the use of storyworld axioms. The first brother creates his world by inventing counterintuitive propositions and accepting the axioms that would grow from them. This is what science fiction or fantasy is often seen to do - to take a proposition and follow it to its logical conclusion.

The second brother employed a code of normality which was interwined with a code in which anything might happen in his creation of a new imaginative world. This is magic realism. These brothers eventually become difficult to tell apart in their creation of new worlds to their followers.

Now, obviously Wilson's definition leaves out the third kind of storyworld, where the writer (a third brother so to speak) reproduces the recognizable world, even if it is part of the world that is unfamiliar to the writer or his readers. But that probably goes without saying.

I got thinking about storyworlds after I had a very strange experience this weekend. At one point, within a small group, we were talking, not about anything in particular, but just the kind of banter that happens when friends get together. Anyway, someone said something, and my first thought was to relate it to the storyworld I've been creating in this novel writing endeavour. I almost opened my mouth, because it made so much sense to me to say what I was going to say. But I stopped myself before saying anything by realizing what seemed very real and logical to me, the creator of this storyworld, would be incomprehensible to someone who didn't know that storyworld. Had I made a comment that made perfect sense for me buried in this world I'm creating, it would have sounded like sheer idiocy to anyone else.

Wilson didn't talk about what happens when fictional storyworlds invade the real one, but it doesn't take much to realize how disastrous it can be when you can't tell the difference between the two.

Monday, November 13, 2006

My kind of poetry

"WINTER POEM"

a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre


" SHIT It's Cold! "

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Just a little behind

If you've been curious how the Nanowrimo is going, well, the post title says it all.

On second thought, the title doesn't quite cover all of it. I am a bit behind where I should be at this point in the month in order to reach the goal of 50,000 words by November 30th. But I'm not terribly far behind, and today is the day I'm going to try to catch up to where I should be.

I need to average just under 2000 words a day to reach my goal. Right now I'm about a day behind. Part of it is because I've never undertaken something like this before. It's been a strange experience, working on a long piece of fiction with this kind of deadline/challenge hanging over my head.

It's also hard. There are some days that as I'm writing, I'm checking the word count every 200 words or so because it seems so hard to get them on the page. It's not that I don't have ideas for the story. I know where I want it to go, and I've got it mapped out for the next 5,000 words or so as well as some episodes that I want to include later on. But sometimes translating those ideas into those black marks on a white page is much harder than I ever thought it would be.

It makes me wonder whether other writers struggle in the same way, or whether it comes more easily to them? I don't know the answer, but I'm clinging to the hope that it will be like other things that I've tried. At first, they're really hard, but then get easier as I get more experienced at doing them. My academic writing has been this way. As an undergrad, I used to struggle a lot to get papers written. Not because of a lack of ideas, but just the process of getting it onto the paper in a format that I was satisfied with. But as I've progressed through my degrees, it's gotten easier. Not that it's easy. Just easier. I still feel like I'm sweating bullets at various points in an article. It's just that there are also places where I can sail along relatively unhampered by difficulties our doubts about what I'm writing.

Part of the reason why I took up the Nanowrimo challenge is because I wanted to see if that same thing could happen to a piece of fiction. I guess we'll see when November 30th rolls around.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

I didn't even know these things existed outside the movies!

When the robots take over, they won't be running in the streets killing people - they'll be hitting us where it really hurts, our cars.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

That's Calgary for you!

Yesterday during my run, I was getting quite warm and at one point thought to myself, "Boy, that breeze sure is nice"

Today it's snowing and I'm dreaming of warm sunny beaches.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Miscommunication, or non-communication?

Yesterday got entirely derailed and now I feel out of sorts, like my plans are in ruins and I don't know how to get back on track.

See, yesterday I had planned on finishing reading a theory book, and making significant headway on one of the novels.

But my boss called at 10 am. And he had a huge list of things to do. He's been in Hong Kong for the last three weeks, so we've really only communicated by email. I had a clear idea of what he wanted me to get done before he left, and I did all those things, but when he called he seemed disappointed that I hadn't done more.

Now, I hadn't failed to do more because I was lazy or just didn't think it was important. I'd done everything I knew he wanted. I had also sent him an outline that he wanted to forward to our client. I sent it twice. But when he called, he told me he needed it to be more detailed. Which confused me, because I didn't see how I could get much more detailed without actually starting to create the content, which we didn't want to do until the client approved the outline. And then he was disappointed that I hadn't created the outline for another project. I was under the mistaken impression that we hadn't even secured funding for that second project, so I didn't work on it (if we don't have money for the project, I won't get paid for doing the work, right?)

After he told me we did have funding, I got on the outline right away, but I was still puzzled by the request to expand the other outline. Luckily I wasn't puzzled for long because he called back and told me he'd found it in his inbox. He just wanted some minor notation changes, which were easy enough to do.

All in all, it was only a few hours of work, but I have mixed feelings about it because I think he's disappointed in my lack of work while he was gone, whereas I feel like I wasn't given a clear indication of what he wanted. It's a little frustrating.

Actually I think it all comes down to email. I'm fairly comfortable with email, and although sometimes I don't exactly get my point across right away, I keep trying. I feel comfortable having an extended conversation over a series of emails, but his are generally very short and often don't directly answer the questions I've asked. So when he goes away again next month, I'm afraid we're going to have the same problem. All I can hope is that our projects are well enough established that I'll have a better idea of what they need for us to pull them off and I'll need to rely on his email communication less. But I'm still a bit concerned that miscommunication or lack of communication might make this ideal job less than ideal.

Maybe that's why today it feels hard to shift gears and get back into my own work. But I've got to find a way to shift back and forth more effortlessly, or this kind of thing will keep on happening. And I've got to figure out my boss's communication style before he leaves town again.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

I'm near Carl Sagan! Don't know if that's cool or scary...

So I was wandering through the internets a few weeks ago when I found this. It's a Worldview Quiz, which is supposed to give you an idea of where your beliefs and values fit in reference to some well known figures. According to their description:
Half of the questions deal with beliefs about how the world works; for instance, to what extent your worldview is based in faith, science, or both. The other half deal with opinions about what is important, especially as relates to humankind and the future; these values questions are outside of the realm of science.


As you can see, I mapped up in the top right corner, which I can only assume belongs to eternally optimistic science geeks. Some days I'd say I can fit in that category, but other days don't feel that way; other days I feel way too pessimistic about everything - including science - to ever think things will work out for humanity. My position on the chart reminds me of the transhumanists I've been reading about (for example here): they believe that we will transcend our current biology and technology and in so doing, transcend many of the problems in our world.

At the same time, I'm highly skeptical of such a project, since I doubt adding technology and changing human beings into posthumanity will solve the problems we already have. I suspect we'll drag them with us into the posthuman future, where they will simply be amplified (some of the texts I'm writing about in the dissertation explore this very question).

Maybe the day I took it I was feeling especially optimistic. Or maybe it outweighs my pessimism slightly. Either way, for what it's worth, I'm apparently a believer/valuer of progress and science.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Winter

Fall is awfully short here. I'd forgotten that. Actually, when we went to New England, I marvelled at how long the fall was, but coming back, I'd forgotten that the reverse was true, that it's very short here.

Since the snowfall last weekend, it has felt wintry, even though I know all the snow will be gone again by the end of this weekend and it will feel much nicer outside. Which is good, because I'm not quite ready for cold yet.

I've been trying to be more diligent in my running schedule and quit making excuses for not going. Cold weather one of those excuses I'm really happy to use, and I don't want to start using it... at least not yet. But I think I'm going to have to get some better cold weather running gear.

When we were here before, I lived a couple of blocks away from the Olympic Oval, which has a beautiful 400m track around it and is open to the public whenever the speedskaters don't have it booked (you can just barely see the track running just outside of the ice surface in the photograph). I sure got spoiled having that facility next door. The temperature at ice level was perfect for running, whether in the heat of summer, or the cool of winter. Now I have no access to an indoor track, so if I want to go, I have to venture outdoors. Hence, the quest for better outdoor running gear.

The snowfall did allow me to impress my oldest daughter however. The main roads are pretty good - it's not really that cold nor have we had that much snow - but the side roads to her house are pretty slick. I came around one corner and the backside of the car began to slide, so I went with it and pulled it through the corner. I pulled up in front of her house and she said to me. "That was so scary. But you just kept talking as if nothing happened!" (It wasn't really scary - I've had scary slides, and this was nothing more than a little slip of the rear end around an icy corner - but she's now starting to pay attention to these things) So she thought I was pretty cool to handle it that way. Kinda neat when you're kids think you're cool, even when you know you're not...

Thursday, November 02, 2006

4755 words

That's a lot of words, or very few words, depending on your perspective. It's very few words for a novel, or some long piece of academic writing like, say, a dissertation. It's even only about 1/7th of my master's thesis.

But it's longer than a conference paper, and about the length of some seminar papers I've written. It's also really long for a blog post.

I'm pretty happy with the number though. That's how many words I've written for Nanowrimo, which is right on track for getting to 50,000 words by the end of the month. Actually, it's even a bit ahead of the game, which is good, because I can anticipate a certain level of reluctance creeping in as the month goes on. Thirty days solid of that kind of writing production is pretty intense, even if it's really rough writing. And it is. I'm not thinking about which word to use, or how to phrase something as much as I 'm just concentrating on getting the ideas onto the paper.

I'm having fun - so far - and it's kinda cool to think that if I can keep this up, I might just have an interesting story by the end of it.

But that's a long way off, and there are a lot of things that could derail me before that point. One day at a time is all I can count on. I've done things that way before - one day at a time - sometimes failing, sometimes succeeding, but always in the end, feeling like it was worth the effort. So here I go again, with something else this time. One. day. at. a. time.

Too much of a good thing?


One of the disadvantages of living in a house bigger than a closet is that there are so many more places to put things and forget where you've put them.

Monday, October 30, 2006

Minimalism, or an embarassment of riches?

Just as I'm ready to embark on the Nanowrimo challenge, I come across this: the six word novel. Some of my favorite authors are listed, and I'm surprised by how many of the novels envision the end of the world or humanity. Since I like sf, I've always liked those kinds of stories, but they seem unusually common even for a group of genre fiction writers.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Daylight Savings

I've always wondered what people who work the graveyard shift think of daylight savings. In the fall, they have to work an extra hour that night, right? I wonder if they get overtime? (I assume they would, but my copy of the Alberta Labour code doesn't specifically address it). I would hope they'd get overtime! I hated working graveyards enough as it was, but to think you might have to do an extra hour at regular pay is just too much!

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Home again, home again, jiggety jig

Next time you see me post about booking a flight to go somewhere else, remind me never to book an evening flight back, okay? Man! was I tired Tuesday night! Getting on a plane at 6 pm EST then spending the next seven hours on a plane/in an airport was brutal. Everytime I think my body's getting better at travelling, I realize I'm just deluding myself!

Seeing friends was good... very good... but I also ate waaay too much good food!

Finally nailing down a response from one of my readers was also good. And bad. But mostly good. I sure do hope I don't have to show up in person at his office door to get him to read stuff everytime though, 'cause that will get very expensive! But threatening to appear in person did the trick, and I got some really good feedback. He challenged me to add a dimension to the dissertation that I didn't have there. It will make the dissertation better (if I can pull it off, of course) and provide me with some really good experience in integrating thematic and philosophical themes within one extended scholarly endeavour. So it was good feedback.

The downside is that it requires a huge course of reading to pull it off. HUGE. In an area I've never concertedly studied before. Which means I need to take probably three or four months to read through it all and formulate a response to my reader's comments. Like I said, it will improve the dissertation, but, right now, it feels a bit overwhelming. So, it's off to the library to find what I need.

Why do I feel a bit like Frodo, contemplating Mount Doom?

Monday, October 23, 2006

You just can't go back

They say you can't go home again, and my experience moving back to Canada would confirm that. It's not quite the same as it was before you left... because you're not the same person, obviously, but it does surprise me how many people expect things to be the same. Moving back, I remember locations, routes, what places have good coffee, what streets to avoid, and such, but my interaction with those spaces is different than it was before I left.

Actually, I found myself when we first got back thinking about the more distant past, about 20 years ago when I first arrived in the city, rather than my life just before I left it 4 years ago. I'm not sure why, but I can only assume that the re-arrival two months ago triggered a lot of memories of that first arrival.

And now I'm finding that coming back to Boston, even only two months after leaving, feels very different. I suppose most of it has to do with not having a routine to follow, or the knowledge that I'm just visiting, but even it and the school feel like different places. I also realize that my half of any conversation will feel different than the other half. As I'm talking, I'm thinking about how weird it feels to be back, but at the same time, with some people who I never did talk to on a weekly basis, I realize that for them, nothing may feel different. What seems huge to me - that I'm no longer living here - is irrelevant for them. And that's a very strange feeling.

So I guess I'm figuring out that not only you can't go home again, but you also can't go away again, without it being different.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

There are types of violence I guess

Just opened the wrapper on a DVD that bears the warning:

R for Strong Sci-Fi Action and Violence, and for Language

So how is Sci-Fi Action and Violence different from regular violence? Is it the potential unreality that is offensive? Transporters are subversive while subways aren't? Laser guns more violent than machine guns? Spaceship chase scenes more horrifying than the General Lee flying through the air? What?

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Even the irrelevant can be relevant

I've been reading an interesting - and blessedly short - book about Star Trek and humanism that I picked up a couple of weeks ago. As far as academic press books go, it has all the things I think a good academic book should have. A (fairly) clear topic, a clearly outlined agenda, a handful of excellent insights that have me nodding and wondering why I didn't think of that, and the ability to generate a few questions that have driven me to further investigate the ideas presented.

Having said that, I've also been encouraged by reading Drones, Clones and Alpha Babes: Retrofitting Star Trek's Humanism, Post 9/11. Yes, I realize it's one of those many books that have emerged in the last five years that are trying to capitalize on the events of Sept. 11th, and since the book actually has fairly little to say on the subject, the title would certainly be just as descriptive without those final words. But what I've been encouraged by is the author's insertion of herself into the text.

I've been struggling a bit over the last few years with the idea of calling myself a Brit lit specialist, since, well, I'm not British and have never lived in Britain. I've been feeling like I'm not qualified to discuss British literature - particularly from a cultural studies perspective - without having lived there. But then I read Diana Relke's book, and in it, she makes it clear that she is a Canadian writing about an American cultural phenomena... and an American political climate. Her writing appears more academic for this reason. By looking at a cultural phenomena from the outside (but not so far outside that there's no resonance of understanding for her as the author), she has a kind of distance that allows a more objective point of view. As a reader, there doesn't seem to be an agenda, just a critical analysis, and it makes for a stronger argument I think.

So, I feel encouraged by her example that my own work is not without merit and my distance from contemporary culture in Britain might provide me with an advantage I might not have if I were immersed in the middle of it.

I think her summary in the Afterword of the book best sums up her approach to the subject as a Canadian studying an American pop cultural phenomenon:
In short, we make a fetish of any event that permits us to avoid the truth that no two nations on Earth are as alike as Canada and the United States. Like the Borg and Federation, like Shinzon and Picard, we are mirrors for each other - and what we have recently seen in that mirror is a squadron of Israeli Defense Force bombers at a Canadian military base practising how to drop Israel's newly-purchased American bunker-busters in the impending war against Iran. So we're already implicated. But that mirror also makes Canadians much more likely than other nationals to appreciate the nuances of the American imagination.

I like the idea that viewing another culture from the outside might act as a mirror for our own culture. It certainly lends itself to one of the central premises of my dissertation - that the human-species-wide implications of genetic biotechnologies represented in fiction may find expression in different ways across cultures, in part because of those cultures' histories of community inclusion and exclusion and how that has shaped their definitions and attitudes toward citizens and others.

So while the subject of the book is only peripherally related to the work I am doing, it has modelled for me a way of writing that is very attractive. Time well spent, I would say.

Perhaps a touch of narcissism isn't bad

Usually after I publish a blog post I go to "view blog" just to see what it looks like. I've been trying not to do so lately because it feels narcissistic, but OH LOOK! Blogger didn't publish the post it said it had published last weekend!

Guess I'm just *have* to keep checking up on them!

Sunday, October 15, 2006

It's all about not embarassing myself

I didn't embarass myself on the Gorilla Run. But I came close. I woke up that morning with a stomach ache, which really didn't go away before the race, so my stomach was aching something fierce during the whole run.

At least that was the only problem. I woke up that morning out of a dream in which I had a stomach ache, which was a bit disturbing since I woke up with a stomach ache as well. But at least the rest of my dream didn't come true. I also dreamt that I couldn't find anything in the morning. I also couldn't dress myself. I kept running back into the house to get things. I also kept realizing that I'd forgotten to put on pieces of clothing, like a long sleeved shirt under my T-shirt or socks. As a result, in my dream, we didn't get out of the house till 10:10, which means we totally missed the 8 am race!

At least we got there on time. And I'm glad I ran with my sister. She was a great motivation, and everytime I wanted to slow down or even stop because my stomach was bothering me, she'd say really positive things like "we're almost there" and spur me on to keep going. She was great! and I wouldn't have done near as well if I hadn't had her pushing (or more accurately, pulling) me along. But I didn't embarass myself by dropping out or walking, so overall, I'm pleased with my performance.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Congratulations!... too bad we didn't plan this too well...

Congratulations to middle daughter for running a great 4k race today and qualifying for the Provincials! Yeah!

Too bad they take place the weekend the two of us have already booked tickets for Boston and she won't be able to go...

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Fun with words

After a full day of reading extremely dry material that left me scratching my head, I decided I needed some amusement. I found it when I ran across this website that converts webpages into various "dialects"... here's my last post, converted to jive:
Dursday, Octoba' 05, 2006

De mo'e doodads change da damn mo'e dey stay de same

Lookin' back, ah' see dat dree years ago on dis day, I wuz preoccupied wid mah' (in)ability t'get around.

Last year, ah' wuz bloggin' about mah' baaaad homeys.

Today, homeys and movin' around is also on mah' mind. I'm missin' homeys dat I've left behind some lot today. Slap mah fro! I'm not sho' man whut it be about today dat's generatin' dis feelin', but ah' am missin' dem. WORD! As much as wo'kin' fum crib be convenient and all, it probably won't help t'dispel de feelin' dat I'm disconnected fum de wo'ld. I'm lookin' fo'ward t'a trip back in de next few weeks as some way uh reconnectin', if only tempo'arily. Slap mah fro!

On some brighta' note, I'm pleased wid mah' last run. 'S coo', bro. Last week ah' finally gots'ta de point where ah' dun didn't feel sho't uh bread durin' de whole run. 'S coo', bro... which ah' can only assume be related t'a real slow acclimatizashun t'de higha' eleveashun here. It wuz real baaaad t'finish some (sho't) run widout feelin' likes ah' wuz gaspin' fo' air de whole time. And yesterday, ah' finally broke da damn 4 km barria' dat ah' seemed t'be stymied by fo' de last several monds. ah' know it's not much - some uh my eyeballers run MUCH farda' dan dat - but fo' me it's some bustdrough. Lop some boogie. And at least now ah' won't embarass mah'self wid some poo' puh'fo'mance at next weekend's Go'illa Run.

Now I'm gonna go convert some other webpages and see what comes out!

Thursday, October 05, 2006

The more things change the more they stay the same

Looking back, I see that three years ago on this day, I was preoccupied with my (in)ability to get around.

Last year, I was blogging about my good friends.

Today, friends and moving around are also on my mind. I'm missing friends that I've left behind a lot today. I'm not sure what it is about today that's generating this feeling, but I am missing them. As much as working from home is convenient and all, it probably won't help to dispel the feeling that I'm disconnected from the world. I'm looking forward to a trip back in the next few weeks as a way of reconnecting, if only temporarily.

On a brighter note, I'm pleased with my last run. Last week I finally got to the point where I didn't feel short of breath during the whole run... which I can only assume is related to a really slow acclimatization to the higher eleveation here. It was really good to finish a (short) run without feeling like I was gasping for air the whole time. And yesterday, I finally broke the 4 km barrier that I seemed to be stymied by for the last several months. I know it's not much - some of my readers run MUCH farther than that - but for me it's a breakthrough. And at least now I won't embarass myself with a poor performance at next weekend's Gorilla Run.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Beyond Murphy's law

My school drives me nuts! If something can go wrong, it will. And it has. I am tearing my hair out at the redundancies, the miscommunication, the lack of communication and the inefficiencies of its bureaucratic systems.

It's even worse long distance. I've been kicked off the library system twice, finally having to elicit the help of a local person to get access to its resources again (in fact, I've taken to checking it every week, whether I need access or not, just to make sure they haven't kicked me off again).

I've had to submit my change of address to five different offices - one of them twice - in order to make sure I get all the communications I'm supposed to be getting.

Emails to another office have repeatedly been ignored, forcing me to call to do my business with them.

And my payment for my tuition? Sent to the wrong account! Then it took almost two weeks for them to figure out what went wrong.

Even some of my colleagues are surprised at the number of things that go wrong in MY interactions with the institution. They don't seem to have nearly as many problems and I find myself wondering what it is about my account that brings out the bugs in every system.

I take consolation in the fact that because I'm not physically there, at least they can't frustrate me by rescinding my access to the gym like they repeatedly did when I was on location. If all this isn't incentive to finish the dissertation quickly so I no longer have to deal with this particular bureaucracy, I don't know what is!

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Miscellany

Even though there's plenty going on, it feels like there's not much to say.

I signed an employment contract this morning, so I guess I'm officially employed, though I'll have a better idea about what's involved and when I'll get started on Thursday after our first meeting. I'm a little nervous about the job because I've never done something like this before, but I'm also excited because it sounds real interesting. Only time will tell whether this is a good move or not, I suppose.

I also heard about a potential adjunct position in spring, which would be nice because then I'd be back in the classroom, which I've been missing a bit.

Yesterday I had a weird sense of deja vu when I returned to the university library to pick up some materials. It wasn't so much entering the library that did it but the sense of falling back into a routine. In the library tower, when you come out of the elevators onto the floor where the literature and related texts are, you have the choice of four directions to take. The eerie part was that I turned without thinking in the very direction I needed to go to find what I was looking for. It was like my body remembered where to look, even if my conscious mind didn't. It was a little weird.

And I got invited to a new book club, which I'm looking forward to, 'cause I've been missing my old one - mostly the people in it - a lot since I left.

Other than that, everything else is just humdrum usual stuff. Bored you? Yes, I know. I apologize. I'll try to do something exciting this week. But I can't promise anything.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

A solid hit

To extend the "job hunt" metaphor, I think it's fair to say that I made a solid hit yesterday. It's an exciting position - instructional design - and something I've not really done before. I'm not quite celebrating yet, but the interviewer said I was at the top of the list and he would call by middle of next week when he returns from Halifax to discuss the contract.

I am grinning though...

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Job hunt

Why do we call it job hunting anyway? Usually the jobs I find aren't hidden anywhere, as the hunt in treasure hunt might imply (nor are they usually treasures for that matter) and I don't exactly run them down and spear them through my prowess with a weapon of some sort, since once you send off that resume, you're no longer in charge of the process. So why do we call it a hunt?

Regardless of the answer, my "hunt" is looking more positive. I got a call for an interview tomorrow - the shocking part was that the call came only one hour after I sent off the resume! In all fairness, I only submitted it an hour and a half before the deadline for submission, but talking to the interviewer, he sounded interested. And an interview is an interview, right? I'm not sure how the interviews on Friday went - each had a hiccough - but each also had moments when I felt like I shone, so it's hard to say without knowing who's my competition.

On an amusing note, some job titles struck me as funny as I read them:
1. syrup maker (not as interesting as it sounds)
2. assistant to the executive assistant (now there's a mouthful of nothing)
3. analyst for magic software (I can only assume this is a name, not a description...)

On the inside

So this is how it is on the inside... I've attended the PCA/ACA conference three times over my graduate career. Two years ago, I presented as part of the Stephen King group, and last year with the sf/fantasy group. The King group, and by extension, the members of the horror section, are a really welcoming group of scholars, and even though I wasn't presenting with them, they invited me to the group dinner last year.

So this year, when I saw that two of my new friends were putting together a panel, I decided I've love to present something with them. Last week, all I did was send a preliminary email asking if my idea would fit with their panel and they emailed back saying, "sure, you're in... what's the title of the paper so we can publish it?"

The first time I sent an abstract off for a conference, I sweated over it for a month, ran it past two professors, and got a reference from a professor in order to bolster my proposal. Now, I just email a couple of friends, tell them what I'm thinking, and they say I'm in. What a difference from that first experience! So this is how it works when you're inside... I gotta say, it's pretty nice!

Friday, September 22, 2006

Puppet shows


But not Punch and Judy. Last night, for youngest daughter's birthday, we all went to see Ronnie Burkett's Ten Nights on Earth. Burkett is an internationally renown local puppeteer whose work we've seen before. Last night's show was no disappointment.

The show opened in Toronto and is booked for international venues as well, and so far the reviews have been favorable. Canoe.ca wrote:
But art -- good art and, by extension, the people who make good art -- should always surprise.
Judged on that criteria alone, 10 Days On Earth -- the latest work from marionette master Ronnie Burkett -- is art of the highest order.

Surprise was certainly one of the features of the show, but I would add delight, empathy and plain old hilarity to the list of adjectives as well. But others have said it better than me.

It was preview night at the theatre, which I hadn't been to since I worked there (several years ago now). There were a couple of hang ups (or "tangle-ups") that Burkett handled with true style and which just added to the enjoyment of the audience. We enjoyed ourselves very much, and if you're in Calgary and like puppets, I'd definitely recommend the show.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Reverse culture shock

Was talking to my dad this weekend, who reminded me that the biggest culture shock is the one you get when you come back. (He remember vividly the culture shock of returning from Brazil, though I mostly was oblivious because I was young) Coming back is more shocking because you expect things to be different when you go somewhere else, but you're not set up with the same kind of expectation when you come back.

And it's always the little things. Like:

motorists who stop for you when you're in the crosswalk


The Tragically Hip (thanks to Canadian content rules!)


pockets full of coins that add up to more than a cup of coffee


needing a coin to get your shopping cart out (but you do get it back)


dual language video covers (though this is mostly new out west)



And then there's the shock of coming back to a city whose population has exploded in the last four years. The traffic is just a bit slower everywhere, there are neighborhoods I've never even heard of, and there are labour shortages everywhere. It's actually quite severe in the service sector.

We drove up to a Wendy's today thinking we could quickly run through the drive through, but there was a sign there instead that said "Due to inadequate staffing, the drive through window is not open. Please go to the dining room to place your order. Thank you for your patience" While the A & W across the street is operating on reduced hours for the same reason. It's absolutely amazing.

And how is my job search going? Well thank you for asking! I've had two telephone pre-interview screenings - one I didn't get a call back from and the other I'm still waiting on. I also have an interview scheduled for Friday. So it's slowly picking up. The telephone screening this afternoon was for a job I'd very much like, but I'm trying not to get my hopes up in case she doesn't call back. I'm just thankful that we're in the position that I don't have to jump at the first call I get but I can wait to find something I really like.

Monday, September 18, 2006

The cost of paper

I've been transferring my amazon wish list from .com to .ca (yeah, I know, I don't have a job, but it's helping me organize my dissertation thoughts). It doesn't make much sense to me to stay with the the US version of the site, but I'm very puzzled by the price differences between the two.

Take for example this book:

on .com it retails for $13.57 US
but on .ca, it retails for $131.50 CDN

That's one hundred and seventeen dollars and ninety-three cents more! Almost ten times as much!

WHY?

It can't be that paper costs more here... we're the ones with all the trees!

(lucky for me, the university here has a copy that I can get my hands on...)

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Ahhh... the irony


As soon as we arrived here, I started seeing these smart cars on the streets. They sure stand out in a land of SUVs, half tons and Hummers, so we checked one out today. They are really fun to drive!

It's ironic that the place where I've seen the most of these little cars - which can get up to 90 mpg on the highway - is the place where the economy's been booming because of oil. The dealership has less than 10 left and are taking orders for delivery in March!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Box break

I'm taking a break from boxes to job search... but that's just making me realize how labour intensive that activity is in itself! I swear it takes me an hour to revise my resume and write a cover letter for each position! At this rate, it'll take me till tomorrow just to make it through the list of jobs I want to apply for... and then I suppose they'll be new postings!

It's also very weird to dust off my non-teaching skills as I prepare letters for non-teaching positions. I realize I've forgotten half of what I know, because I'll read a job description and it will suddenly occur to me that I worked a job where I did that particular kind of task seven years ago, and I'll have to add that into my resume so that I've at least got a shot at the position. It's a strange feeling because it keeps reminding me of my life before I started on this academic path, which feels sometimes like someone else's life...

There's tons of service type jobs around here - there are places that are advertising $1-2/hr. differentials if you'll sign up to work fulltime rather than just partime, and there are other businesses that have had to cut back their hours or actually close locations because they can't find people to work in their stores. But I'm not applying for those jobs. The ones I'm applying for are at about the same levels as they've always been, which means competition for some of them might be really tight, but if I send out enough resumes, eventually I'll get some bites. I just hope the ones that call me are the more interesting ones and not the ones that I sent a 'safety' resume to.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Not even remotely settled yet

Even though unpacking always takes less time than packing, it's taking forever this time!

We spent last Friday shopping for furniture and bought a few pieces which we picked up last Sunday when we had the moving truck. With the new furniture, we had to make two trips, but got it all done in one day, which I was impressed with. I thought it was some kind of sign that we'd be all settled in by the next weekend. But here we are at the end of the next weekend, and I'm still blogging surrounded by boxes.

It's taking a long time to get all this done. I've given up on setting a goal for completion, and am just going to take it as it comes. This house is bigger than any place I've ever lived before, and it's more than twice the size of the last place we were living in (which doesn't actually say much about the last place) so it's odd to get used to how much elbow room we all have. I haven't unpacked a single box of books yet, so that might change though!

My sister and family came over yesterday, which gave us the impetus to clear space around the dining and kitchen tables, which we desperately needed to do, and we had fun playing host to their family (especially since we ended up at their place for 10 days! My sister, she's a saint! Actually, her whole family is!). Oldest daughter came over too and stayed the night, and it was nice to have her around, even if it was just for a few hours.

I'm looking forward to the day when I wake up and my first thought is NOT about what I'm going to unpack today!

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Roof over our heads

We finally found a place to live - signed the lease this afternoon. It's nice... very nice and I'm excited about moving in. We get access to it on Saturday and have a truck booked for Sunday, so by the end of the long weekend, we should be settled.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Well, we're here

We're in Calgary. We lost most of day 3 of the trip sitting on the side of the road and waiting at a mall in Illinois while the fan belt on the truck was replaced.

We're desperately trying to find a place to live. We managed to see only 2 places today, even though we called almost two dozen listings. We're hoping for a good dose of luck because it's risky not to take something right away because places are going in a single day. We have three possibilities to look at tomorrow, so hopefully one of them will be good and we'll unload our truck tomorrow or by Saturday.

Wish us luck. More later when I'm blogging on my own account. In the meantime, you can get an idea of how tense the rental situation is around here by reading the 'greedy landlords' thread on the local craigslist.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Enroute

Sitting in a hotel room in Buffalo, NY getting ready to start day 2 of epic trek back to Alberta. The UHAUL truck was smoking as I came through the toll booth last night, so keep you fingers crossed for us that it keeps running, or that if there is a problem, it's a minor one.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Northwest

Looks like we're Calgary bound! Those of you in those parts, look for us to arrive in a week and a half or so. Posting will likely be sparse till then. Wish us a smooth move, okay?

Monday, August 07, 2006

Changes

Happy civic holiday Albertans!

Unfortunately, because of your holiday, I'm still waiting to hear where we're going to live... but hopefully we'll figure it out soon! I haven't blogged much about moving because there's not much to say. We don't know where we're going, and there's not much I can do other than put things in boxes until I know where we're going. At that point, I have a huge list! Every day I think of another thing to add to it, which is a bit scary just because it is getting a bit long, particularly if our move will require crossing an international border, but I try not to think about it and just concentrate on putting stuff in boxes... I guess that summer job I had two years ago was good practice...

Friday, August 04, 2006

Rafting on the Bow

The other week while I was in Calgary, we drove across a bridge spanning the Bow River, and both of us caught our breath noticing everyone floating down the river.

Now that's a way to spend a Sunday afternoon! Drive one car down to the weir and park it - drive the other one up to Bowness Park, pull out the raft and let yourself drift downstream till you reach the first car. Such a fabulous way to spend an afternoon!


It's impossible to wear a watch or worry about the time, because you're at the mercy of the current. Sure, you take an oar, but it's not for propelling. You only dig it out if you get stuck in one of the shallow parts.

I've discovered that this seems to be a uniquely Calgarian thing to do. There's lots of other cities with rivers running through them, but very few that seem to have developed a river floating culture.

Of course Calgary takes it and makes it big with the annual Bow River Raft Race, which gives you some idea of what it's like when there are several other rafters on the river. You definitely don't want to forget the supersoaker at home!

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Blogging in academia

This time, the shoe's on the other foot.

Certainly the blog has been a political force for several years already - I won't say since it's inception, since the earliest blogs usually focused on a filtering function - surfing the web for interesting items then linking to them - but the usenet group's politics has spilled over into the blog format for quite a while now. Guess it just goes to show how the ivory tower invades every aspect of academia that the political power of the blog is just now being felt.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Dog days of August

I am hiding in my house for the rest of the day. My weather page says:
Excessive heat warning in effect until 8 PM EDT this evening...
Heat advisory in effect from 11 am to 5 PM EDT Thursday...

Besides, there's still lots to be packed.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Ohio bound

I'm heading off to Ohio for a wedding tomorrow. When I first heard of the wedding, I was very excited to hear the news... oddly, I found out about it in the exact same spot as I'd heard about another wedding two years before. Strange coincidence that.

I'm nervous about this wedding. I've been asked to play piano for it. When I first agreed, I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but a lot of details have changed, and now I'm a little nervous about it. I'll be on a keyboard, not a piano, which I know will sound different - I'm just hoping it's one of those high quality boards that sounds pretty close.

I'm also playing two more songs than I originally thought, and accompanying a singer, which I've never done before, so I'm a bit nervous about the newness of that experience. We haven't practiced together yet - we'll get the chance the day before the wedding - so I'm just hoping we both are on the same page re: pacing etc. The singer sent me a copy of the music she's working from, so at least we don't have to worry about transposition or instrument differences with the music we're each working from.

I've also got a head cold. It actually feels a bit better today, but yesterday I was so fuzzy headed I was really butchering the songs as I was practicing. I'm going downstairs to practice now - I hope today's practicing goes better. I'm also really hoping the head cold clears for the wedding and flight. Both will be miserable affairs if it doesn't.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

The law can be fun!

I considered law school briefly as an undergraduate, but didn't think I had what it takes to succeed. Apparently, it's not quite as difficult as I thought it was...

I usually don't read legal judgements, but this one (link to pdf) is just too funny. A couple of excerpts:
Before proceeding further, the Court notes that this case involves two extremely likable lawyers, who have together delivered some of the most amateurish pleadings ever to cross the hallowed causeway into Galveston, an effort which leads the Court to surmise but one plausible explanation. Both attorneys have obviously entered into a secret pact--complete with hats, handshakes and cryptic words--to draft their pleadings entirely in crayon on the back sides of gravy-stained paper place mats, in the hope that the Court would be so charmed by their child-like efforts that their utter dearth of legal authorities in their briefing would go unnoticed.

After this remarkably long walk on a short legal pier, having received no useful guidance whatever from either party, the Court has endeavored, primarily based upon its affection for both counsel, but also out of its own sense of morbid curiosity, to resolve what it perceived to be the legal issue presented. Despite the waste of perfectly good crayon seen in both parties' briefing (and the inexplicable odor of wet dog emanating from such) the Court believes it has satisfactorily resolved this matter. Defendant's Motion for Summary Judgment is GRANTED.

Ouch! Despite the legalese, it's worth reading for passages like this.

I suppose if this professor thing doesn't work out, I could go into law instead... at least I'd have the sense to use markers and construction paper...

Monday, July 24, 2006

Back

I'm exhausted. I sit here trying to put together my thoughts, but the only one that keeps running through my head is "I'm exhausted" The trouble with going to Calgary is that we know enough people that anything short of a week means we're out all day... and most of the nights!

It's not even that there's that many people to see - just that there are too many to see them all in only a couple of days. I missed meeting up with one really good friend just because she was busy and we were busy and by the time we could've got together, I had no more time left. I'm very sorry I didn't get to talk to her. I really wish I had. But it didn't work out.

So I regret not seeing her, and sit here with a brain full of fuzzy cotton (sis, I'm thinking of your dream now too!) trying to think of something intelligent to say. Good thing teaching this morning was the same ol' same ol' otherwise I would've been lost.

Travelling so far, especially from one country to another always does amaze me though. As we rode home from the airport, I couldn't help but notice how different that ride felt from the one to the airport in Calgary. Even the air smells different here. I'm sure much of it is just my awareness that things are different, but each place still feels distinctly different.

But perhaps I should wait to blog something intelligent when I'm actually feeling more intelligent!

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Barely blogging

This time tomorrow I'll be somewhere over... Montana, maybe? En route to Calgary, at any rate. Blogging will be even briefer than it has been lately. Too much life getting in the way.

We're checking out jobs, seeing old friends, and seeing oldest daughter in her new element, which I'm totally looking forward to! I know it's only been a couple of weeks, but it's been so weird to think she's living somewhere else, I haven't got my head wrapped round it yet. Hopefully we'll get to see everyone that we want to see, even if only briefly. One friend I haven't seen for the four years we've been gone. We've had virtual coffee... you know, where we're both drinking coffee while IM-ing, but it's not the same. So we'll have f2f coffee, which I'm really looking foward to.

But I guess I'll have to tell you all about it when I get back.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Huh?

There's something highly ironic about writing the following comment on a student paper discussing the importance of clear communication between medical professionals:
This is unclear here – is it the PTs who are using new procedures, or the doctors who are performing new procedures? You need to clarify who’s doing what here and who needs to communicate more clearly.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Ahh... Mr. Bulwer-Lytton's spirit strikes again

I love reading this list every year!

The winner is:
Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to reveal a woman whose body said you've had your last burrito for a while, whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean.
Jim Guigli
Carmichael, CA

I've got to admire the skill of the entrants... or perhaps some of these are genuine attempts at opening lines!? The annual Bulwer-Lytton contest provides some fabulous entries. The winner was typical of Bulwer-Lytton, but several of the runners-up and dishonorable mentions were more flexible with the form. I realized as I was reading through them that I needed to put down my coffee cup or risk shorting out my keyboard!

Some of my favorites?

"I know what you're thinking, punk," hissed Wordy Harry to his new editor, "you're thinking, 'Did he use six superfluous adjectives or only five?' - and to tell the truth, I forgot myself in all this excitement; but being as this is English, the most powerful language in the world, whose subtle nuances will blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' - well do you, punk?"
Stuart Vasepuru
Edinburgh, Scotland

Lisa moved like a cat, not the kind of cat that moves with a slinky grace but more like the kind that always falls off the book shelf when he's washing himself and then gets all mad at you like it's your fault (which it wasn't although it probably was kind of mean to laugh at him like that), although on the bright side, she hardly ever attacked Ricky's toes in his sleep.
Debra Allen
Wichita Falls, TX

Sex with Rachel after she turned fifty was like driving the last-place team on the last day of the Iditarod Dog Sled Race, the point no longer the ride but the finish, the difficulty not the speed but keeping all the parts moving in the right direction, not to mention all that irritating barking.
Dan Winters
Los Altos Hills, CA

It was just another day at the office aboard "StarCruise" until David spotted a tiny speck in his passenger window, approaching from the direction of the Masai Nebula and making a right angle with bisector of the isosceles formed if you joined Bendy's Star, Planet Anet, and White Hole 14437-5A, but sighed peacefully as it turned out to be the reflection of the fluorescent light swinging loose above Captain Mudlove's head.
Talha bin Hamid
Karachi, Pakistan

The goose waddled slowly, heavily, across the road, exactly the way my mother-in-law would if she were a goose.
Mary Montiel
Wichita, KS

Twas brillig, and the toves were not just slithy, they were stinking drunk.
Richard A. Polunsky
Houston TX

Her romance ended, not a quick separation but like the gradually fading white dot on one of those old black-and-white vacuum tube TVs when it's turned off; and she was glad, because she felt uneasy in his arms and required as many adjustments to the "horizontal hold" and "vertical hold" as when she would stay up late watching scary shows like "Twilight Zone" and "Outer Limits" long ago.
Charles Wells
Albuquereque, NM

I saw her from across the room and knew I had to meet her, not because of her ample bosom, or her full lips, or her beautiful creamy skin, or the way her hair was twisted into a nice tight bun, or the buttoned-up blouse that begged to be torn off her body, or the skirt that was perhaps a size too small, but because she was my kid's teacher and I was here for the parent-teacher conference.
Lori Yates
Kezier, OR

Sunday, July 09, 2006

I don't know what's worse, the packing or the moving

We still don't know for sure where we'll be in a month. All I know is that we'll be somewhere else, so it all has to get packed. Packing is always a longer, more tiring, and dirtier job than you ever think it will be when you start. It's not like I move my bookshelves every few months to clean behind them... they sure can accumulate dust bunnies back there, that's for sure!

Keeping a sense of humor helps - over the dozens of times I've moved, I can vouch for everyone one of these:

Murphy's Laws of Moving
By: Sheila Moss

1. No matter how many boxes you have, you will never have enough.

2. The more your friends promise to help, the more likely it is they will be deathly ill or out of town the weekend you are moving.

3. Whatever it is that you need, it is always in the bottom of a box that has already been taped shut.

4. Now that you are moving and no longer need it, you will always find something you have been looking for for years.

5. The tape, the scissors, the markers and the screwdriver all know how to play hide ‘n’ seek.

6. The thing that gets broken will always be an irreplaceable antique heirloom - never something cheap that you didn't like anyway.

7. Regardless of long the drought has been going on, it will always rain on moving day.

8. You will always lose your checkbook, your car keys, the remote control or the telephone.

9. If you stay up all night packing to be ready for the movers, they will be late.

10. No matter how large the new place is, it will shrink before you move in.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Trivia(l) movies

Who would've known?

Apparently, a group of Northeastern students made a pretty good movie. At least, Campus MovieFest seems to think it was a great idea. Apparently,
A film created by five students from Northeastern University for Campus MovieFest, the world's largest student film festival, was selected as one of sixteen films to air at the International Grand Finale at the Atlanta Film Festival.

The movie, called Tangent, is actually kinda interesting. Some of the aesthetic choices seem a bit cliched, but it is kinda neat to recognize local places (I swear I've parked in that exact same parking spot as the one featured in the parking garage scene!)

Speaking of interesting movies, I also watched The Calcium Kid today. I was surprised during channel surfing to see Orlando Bloom in it, and assumed it was an early film of his. But then I recognized Rafe Spall (from Shaun of the Dead, of course, I recognized him!) and later Billie Piper from Dr. Who, and went to check the credits. 2004. After LOTR. I must say, it was an interesting choice for Bloom, and a role he performed fairly well, given the slightly shallow nature of the script.

It's a mockumentary. If the title reminds you of The Karate Kid, it should. And they shamelessly riff on Rocky. But it was time well spent. Might even be worth throwing on your Netflix or Blockbuster account... not too high mind you, but it was an amusing way to spend a couple of hours. Perhaps you too will be amused.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

No name post

My creativity has ebbed with my energy, thus no post title... the post itself might not be much better...

Oldest daughter should be arriving at her destination soon. We woke at 3:30 am to get her to the airport on time. She actually had three friends show up to accompany her in the limo - yes, she had a gift certificate for a free limo ride to the airport. They gave them to all the students who were leaving to go to school - how nice! First time I've ever been in a limo. Very nice. I could get used to it. Then again, my parents always did tell me I had expensive tastes... I've just never had the budget to indulge them!

Firecracker fiends were setting off squealers and poppers till long after midnight though. Very little sleep = lack of creativity.

I did cry. But just a little. She did too. Even while she was telling me not to. It's kinda nice to know she'll miss me at the same time as I'm missing her.

I also discovered that it is only the Dunkin Donuts near my school that are open at 6 am - ugh!

My students got what little energy I had this morning, which is reassuring, because if I had to teach at this moment, I'd have nothing.

I just missed a lucrative summer job offer by ten minutes. If I'd gotten home ten minutes earlier, I could have at least considered whether or not to take it. As is, the point is moot - the position is filled now. Too bad. I would've liked the choice.

What little energy still remained this afternoon was used up emailing my landlord and telling her that "no, I am not willing to move half my household items to a storage facility for a month, then go and pick them up again, just so that the house looks larger without so much furniture in it" sheesh! I know she wants to sell the place as soon as possible after we leave, but it's still my living space in the meantime.