Friday, April 20, 2007

Learning curve...

I'm sitting here utterly puzzled by an email that my boss just sent me. He and our communications guy are talking about the webpage where all the stuff I'm creating will be hosted. That's fine. And as far as I'm concerned, they can chat all they want. I don't really care about the details of the web design. I just create and "manage" the content.

BUT, they're asking for my input. And I've never put together a webpage before (I really don't think playing with Blogger's templates counts) so I really don't feel like I'm qualifited to say anything. If I'd actually made a webpage, I'd jump in with my opinion, but I don't really have the time to learn that skill right now.

I've already learnt four new software programs for this job - all cool, and I'm glad I know how to use them, but still time consuming - and I don't think I have time to learn web page design... even by template.

We're already on a time crunch with this project because it got delayed and we had to ask for an extension from the funder just to try to scramble to finish it.

And because we're in a time crunch situation, I've been asked to convert some art work to flash for the web page. How'd I get myself roped into this, you ask? Well, in the past we've used another guy to do it, but he's backed up, and since I have the software that can (should?) be able to do this (it was part of a package that I haven't yet used), I'm going to give it a try once I get the artwork. But that will make software package #5 to learn.

Now, of all the people out there, I'm the last person to balk at learning something, but I'm starting to get some kind of strange ennui, a kind of software-learning fatigue... Wish me luck figuring out an answer to this email...

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Monday, April 16, 2007

Travel Notes

Back home. Nice to sleep in my own bed. As wonderful as the best host can be, it's always better to be home.

My friend AK writes these wonderful travelogues anytime she goes somewhere. I can't say I have the same gift. (Perhaps she'll write one when she moves to her new fabulous job?) But there were a few moments to ponder.

While waiting by the baggage carousel - between Immigration, which we'd just passed through, and Customs, which we had yet to clear - we had the following conversation:

Daughter one: "Okay, I just heard someone say the word 'purgatory'"
Me: *laugh*
Daughter two: "What's purgatory?"
Me: "It's the place where you wait to go to heaven or hell."
Daughter two: nods in understanding

At one point in a very long security line, I distinctly heard someone whistling the circus tune, you know the one, the calliope speciality... made me giggle.

Pop quiz: What's worse?

A little kid who kicks the back of your seat for the entire flight because they don't know any better?
Or a really tall man who constantly kicks the back of your seat because he can't comfortably fit in coach?

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Whew!

So the grad conference is over!

For the most part, I'd say it was a success. There are always things that you wish had gone better, but most of the things that I wasn't happy with were the kinds of things that you can't do differently because they depended on the people-factor that you don't have control over.

Looks like we'll probably do this again next year... though I'm not sure if I'll be of use to them or not.

Friday, April 13, 2007

I thought tomorrow was going to be the hard one...

Today was one of those days that you can't wait to have end. It feels like nothing has gone right, which is frustrating in itself, but when you're not on home turf, there's no place to really retreat to so it's hard to recuperate.

It's been a combination of illness, bad transit connections, bad phone connections, technology that's not working, and a sense that I'm just all alone in all of it.

At times like these, all you can do is duck your head, keep going, and pray for sundown... Let's hope the conference tomorrow goes smoother than today!

Monday, April 09, 2007

This is the best part of it all

“It’s interesting that science fiction emerges right at the time when science and literature are diverging”

Yes. Certainly. This is an interesting observation. But aside from an interesting throw-away kind of comment that one might insert into some kind of literary cocktail party chatter, what are the implications of this observation?

And more importantly, WHY did science fiction emerge right at the time when science and literature diverged? I hadn’t really thought about the why of this question till tonight, when I had a couple of 18th century specialists point out that literature and science was certainly alive and well in the 18th century, long before the end of the 19th when science fiction is supposed to have emerged.

Now it’s true that Frankenstein and The Last Man might be legitimately called science fiction, but it strikes me that there is a difference between those novels and the ones of say H.G. Wells and his followers. I’ll try to describe some of those differences in what follows.

I don’t want to get into a discussion of genre, but I did spend much of the bus ride back to the hotel after this question came up over pizza pondering why science fiction did emerge right about when science was trying to distinguish itself from literature. (I think it’s safe to propose that it was science that did the leaving in this relationship, even if both agreed that it was time for it to go.) In the late nineteenth century, science certainly was trying to distinguish itself from literature, mostly because it saw the activities of literature as being too close to its own 18th century roots, where scientific arguments were often based on metaphysical arguments. In the 19th century, there’s a return, or a real embracing, of Baconian principles of empiricism and proof as the bedrock of scientific advancement. (I’ll leave aside Popper’s complication of empiricism and hypothesis for now since I don’t want to tangle with the philosophers and he comes along later anyway…)

So one of the things that scientists in the 19th century are trying to do is to distance themselves from metaphysics and philosophy and create disciplines that can stand rigorous experimentation. (Not that many of the nineteenth century scientists were rigorous – just look at scientific race theory of the period!) But that doesn’t seem to me to offer an explanation of why science fiction arises during this period.

One possibility that occurs to me is that science fiction was a kind of apologia for science, a way of explaining it to the layman, now that it was becoming a specialized set of disciplines that no longer catered to the everyday person in plain language. The generation of jargon, and emergence of specialized scientific societies that spent more time conducting internal meetings than publishing their results for a lay audience tended to give science the appearance of secrecy. Some 19th century scientists like Sir Francis Galton even encouraged such secrecy and imagined scientists as a superior category of social being, almost priest-like in their power to explain the world.

I suppose science fiction is in some way an apologia for science, but so often in the science you find in say Wells, there’s less cheerleading and more cautionary tale, with narrators who stand outside the scientific establishment trying to understand it. I’m particularly thinking of the Island of Dr. Moreau here, but even something like The Time Machine or some of his short stories like The Star might even be appropriate texts for this purpose.

In the case of these kinds of texts, the engagement with science presents the reader with a set of consequences if a particular scientific discovery or trend is followed through to one conclusion, and it leaves the reader to decide whether or not this would be a good thing to happen in the future or not. There’s lots of science fiction that does this, particularly in the subgenres of dystopia/utopias – think 1984 or even Brave New World for particularly potent examples.

But even so, why is the science still a big part of these texts? In The Time Machine for example, the whole difference between Eloi and Morlocks is a comment on a growing division between leisure and working classes. But then why is there so much more to the text? Why the descriptions of the other trips? Why the fairly involved description of the far future in which the sun is dying? If the text is supposed to just be a criticism of contemporary (19th century) social dynamics, why the rest of the physics? I think part of the answer lies in a similar text – Fritz Lang’s Metropolis – and how it visualizes the same situation of workers below and leisure class above.

But I’m still left asking the question, why now? Why does science fiction emerge just as science and fiction begin to diverge as categories?

It may just be that I’m partial to “technology” as an answer because my work is so involved with technology, but I’ve gotta wonder if it’s more than just science that’s at work in the emergence of science fiction. Perhaps it should be called “techno-fiction” or something like that, since it strikes me that there’s a different set of technologies at work in 18th century science than there is in 19th century science, and perhaps it’s the technology that’s at the heart of the difference between literature and science in the 18th and 19th centuries. After all, when Lang imagines this divide between working and leisure classes, he does it specifically through the context of machinery and a robot.

But to get back to the distinction between the centuries, I’m not saying there’s no technology in the 18th century – of course not! Shelley’s creature couldn’t come to life without the practical apparatus that puts the science of electricity into a format that can be exploited to make people’s lives easier. (I realize this is a pretty bare bones definition of technology, but I’m more interested in technology’s proximity to techne than to machines)

Technology certainly grows during the nineteenth century, but the way that it grows isn’t particularly spectacular. I’ve read theorists who have wondered at the relative lack of scientific fervor surrounding the Crystal Palace exhibition in the middle of the century, but I think what might be missing in such an argument might be the global implications of technology development that go beyond the boundaries of the center of the British empire. At home, technology perhaps wasn’t very spectacular. But reading through a list of inventions of the nineteenth century, I’m struck by how many of them could fall into the categories of transportation and telecommunications. Both are kinds of technologies that make the world a smaller place and bring us in close proximity with people who are very different from ourselves.

Now this is nothing new for the British; they’d been running roughshod over the rest of the world for a long time already, taking over large sections of land inhabited by other peoples. But when you’ve got a far flung empire that takes months to traverse, very few ordinary individuals come in contact with that far flung world. The empire is all just very theoretical – an “out there” that has no relevance for everyday life. But with the perfection of steam locomotives or the invention of the telegraph, it becomes much easier to connect to far away places. It’s no coincidence that Around the World in 80 Days is produced at the end of the nineteenth century!

I also think it’s no coincidence that the “invasion” narrative becomes popular shortly after the emergence of science fiction as a clearly identifiable genre. Technology is able to present science through a visual representation of the object – the machine, the gadget, the marvel – while the technologies that are being produced provide more and more people with encounters with strange and unfamiliar objects, people and places. Remember, although photography has its roots at the beginning of the nineteenth century, it’s only in the final decades with Eastman’s development of film to replace the photographic plate, that the medium really takes off and becomes a practical method for recording, including travel records and its use by ethnographers and anthropologists.

So I’m thinking that science fiction emerges just when science and literature begin to diverge because the professionalization of science presents itself in part through the marvels of technology. Scientists are able to secure their position as arbiters of a new form of knowledge – distinct from literature, history, philosophy, or other disciplines they may have associated with in the past – because they were able to embody that science in technology. In the period, the technologies that were most prominent were those that helped the expanding empire attain its goals of increasing its reach. But these also brought the English into closer proximity with the non-English occupants of those colonies. So there’s a general anxiety about the shrinking of the world that these technologies are bringing into being.

We thus end up with the “science and technology” phrase that seems so prevalent. When was the last time you heard someone talk just about science after all? It seems more and more that technology – the practical application of science – is inseparable from that science. When we want to distinguish between science-technology and science that is free from practical application we call the latter “pure science” as if technology adds a taint that science needs to free itself from. But no one does talk about “science” as a stand alone term. It is either science-technology or pure science, but no longer just science.

That’s one of the reasons why I think technology is actually the thing that drives the development of science fiction in the nineteenth century. There is something about the practical application of science (embodied in technology) that ignores the softer side of it, the social implications of those developments, and it is those social applications that science fiction seems to want to engage with. Through literature, the ethical and social implications of science, and its technologies, can be communicated with the general public, presented to them to debate their relative merits and to perhaps even though such contemplations, form the future trajectory of further scientific developments. Maybe that’s why science fiction emerges just when science and literature are diverging. Because what’s going on as science diverges from literature is that it is becoming embodied in technology, and maybe this embodiment means that there’s a lost opportunity to think about science as before, in a metaphysical way. Maybe science fiction offers the opportunity to look beyond the technology that science produces to examine some of the larger problems surrounding it. Maybe it’s not the very best answer, but maybe, just maybe, it’s a start.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Sometimes the technology ain't so hot

So as you might have figured out by now, I'm not at home. I've returned to Boston for a whirlwind of conferences, meetings, and other bureaucratic bits and pieces.

In the six months I've been gone, the MBTA has managed to make bus riding an even more unbearable experience than it used to be. How? By incorporating new technology.

They've produced a new "charlie" card that you pretty much need for any kind of getting around the city. They used to just have them for the T, but now the buses are all converted. You can still pay cash, but you can't transfer, so if you're going any distance, you need one of these cards. Problem is, buses are built different than subway stations.

At a subway station, if you're behind somebody whose card isn't scanning, you go to the next turnstile and presto! you're in. In a bus, there's only one entrance.

Yeah, you see where I'm going here... so some guys pass won't swipe means the rest of us are still standing outside the stupid bus waiting to get on. On top of that, the card swipe is also slower than the old bus pass swipe, or the passing over of a transfer.

Before, at some of the busier centralized stops, they would open both front and back doors, and you could show a pass or transfer to get on through the back doors. That way you load passengers twice as fast. That's not possible now, and even through the one door, things are slower because the cards don't scan well. I've seen it happen a handful of times in four bus rides, so you know it's happening all over.

When it gets bad enough the driver just waves the person through. I wonder how much money the MBTA is losing in equipment malfunction after they obviously spent a significant chunk of change converting the whole thing over?

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Dilemma

I like visiting other places, and I like seeing people I like, but I hate the process of travelling. What's a girl to do?

Mostly I dislike air travel. I like it for the same reason as everyone else - the speed - but I dislike the lines, I dislike the strict requirements to have all my necessary paperwork all lined up, and I don't like the time in the aircraft. Too much close comfort with strangers. Even when travelling with family, there's just still too many strangers intruding into my space with their noise, their kicking the seat (how can you tell there were kids on the last flight) and yes, even their smells.

But I like attending conferences. And I like the fact that I'll get to see friends. But the process of getting here always makes me nervous, annoyed, and usually leaves me feeling ill.

It doesn't help that Boston is uncharacteristically cold for April and will remain so the entire time we're here.

So it's a dilemma for me. I hate travelling, but generally like being other places. Unfortunately, to get to other places, you gotta travel...

Monday, April 02, 2007

Patience is a virtue

So about three weeks ago, we started seriously shopping for a second vehicle (we'll have to return the truck we borrowed soon). We went down to the dealership, saw the model we liked in the actual showroom, and put a deposit on it.

Then we went home to decide if we were going to buy or lease it. Both options offered the same interest rate, so it was a matter of figuring out what was the best taxation scenario for us - it will be a work vehicle some of the time.

The salesman called us every day, and I told him the same thing every day for several days "we're still thinking about it".

When we finally decided, I called him. Turns out patience in making this decision was a good thing. In the time while we were thinking, the manufacturer dropped the lease rate by 2% and the federal government announced a $1000-2000 rebate on all energy efficient vehicles sold, starting that day.

Nice, eh?

So we're paying much less for the lease as well as getting a rebate from the government to encourage us to buy this car. How cool is that?!

And the car? One of these


(no, that's not my house - it's a stock photo, but it is the same model and colour as the one we bought)

Saturday, March 31, 2007

I think people in Calgary can relate

Letter to the Transport Authority

Gentlemen:

I have been riding trains daily for the last two years, and the service on your line seems to be getting worse every day. I am tired of standing in the aisle all the time on a 14-mile trip. I think the transportation system is worse than that enjoyed by people 2,000 years ago.

Yours truly,
A Commuter


Dear Sir:

We received your letter with reference to the shortcomings of our service and believe you are somewhat confused in your history. The only mode of transportation 2,000 years ago was by foot.

Sincerely,
The Railroad


Gentlemen:

I am in receipt of your letter, and I think you are the ones who are confused in your history. If you will refer to the Bible, Book of David, 9th Chapter, you will find that Balaam rode to town on his ass. That, gentlemen, is something I have not been able to do on your train in the last two years.

Yours truly,
A Commuter

Sunday, March 25, 2007

"The head casket, please..."

Fido is one of the better films I've seen recently. That's not to say I see a lot of films, because I don't see more than the average person, but if you asked me for a recommendation, I'd tell you I really enjoyed Fido.

Now it's true, I like zombie movies... but this is a very different kind of zombie movie. The premise of the story is that a radioactive particle shower from space sweeps across the earth (can anyone say H.G. Wells or John Wyndham?), causing all the previously dead people to come alive. The Zombie Wars ensue, with municipalities then fenced and gated to keep the zombies outside. But this radioactivity of course remains, so that anyone who dies even within the compound, comes back as a zombie. Funerals thus become expensive because you have to purchase two caskets: one for the body, and the other for your head (which of course has to be cut off to prevent you from becoming a zombie). Hence the post title.

What makes the story absolutely delightful is that it takes place in a kind of alternate history 1950s, where moms stay home and bake pies, little boys innocently play baseball, little girls go to ballet or jump rope, and war heroes are bigger than life. The next door neighbor, a veteran of the Zombie Wars, is more Cary Grant than Rambo, to give you some idea of the tenor of the story.

Into the mix throw an ingenious scientist who invents a collar that suppresses the flesh-eating desires of zombies. Without the threat of him eating you, a zombie can be put to all kind of wonderful uses, and a new servant class is born.

Now, little Timmy has some questions about zombies, like whether they are dead or alive, but his father discourages any talk of zombies after having had to kill his own father who became a zombie. Thus "we don't talk about grandpa" matches the repressed gender role his mother is forced to play and his loneliness and need for a father (which in turn lead to several pitiful looks on Timmy's part).

Mom (played by Carrie Moss) decides it's about time they got a zombie; after all they're the only people on the block who don't have one, and Timmy grows close to the zombie (Billy Connelly of all people), who he names Fido.

Fido gets in trouble, and so does Timmy, but his relationship with his mother grows stronger, as does his affection for his zombie... in short, after a conflict, they all live happily ever after... well, most of them.

The movie wouldn't work the way it does if it wasn't set in what looks like our past. Imagining the same scenario in the future would just produce another stock zombie movie, but this one has a great balance of drama and comedy that made it a unique movie-going experience for us this weekend.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Who's in charge here anyway?

Does anyone else think this story about a school banning MySpace at school and at home ridiculous?

I have a hard time believing 99.9% of parents are behind this move. While I can understand the concerns about such social networking sites, as a parent I would rather the policing of my child's use of such sites come from me, not their school.

Have we really become so afraid of the big wide world out there that we're willing to let other people tell us how to parent too?

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

A Hard Day's Night of the Living Dead

I've found many of these remixed videos amusing over the years, but this one takes it to a new level. Hope you enjoy it too!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

The Good Dog Walker

Finding myself living in a city in which dog walkers outnumber runners, I'd like to offer the following tips to those ubiquitous canine ambulators:

1. Pooper-scooper - I don't think I need to explain...
2. When walking a puppy or other high strung dog, put your body between it and the rapidly approching runner, who looks like a game of tag on a fast approach to a high spirited hound...
3. Pooper-scooper
4. A well behaved dog on a long leash is fine... until that leash extends more than 20 feet and I'm trying to negotiate a way over it.
5. Pooper-scooper

For my part, I promise to move to the edge of the pathway when passing, call out which side I'm on, and will otherwise do everything in my power not to excite, antagonize or otherwise bother your dog (or you). I'd call that fair...

Sunday, March 18, 2007

To con-fer

I spent the last two days - very LONG days actually - at a grad conference.

About halfway through the first day, I found myself thinking "I've been to so many conferences already... why have I never been to a grad conference?... this stuff is great!"

It might help that it was held at my alma mater, so I knew some of the profs who stopped in, and I actually got the chance to chat with my MA advisor, who I haven't seen for years because she was on sabbatical and then on another leave, so she hasn't been as active in the department in the last little while. She didn't recognize me at first, but then when she did, she was very generous and kind, asking about my program now and inviting me to come by and chat with her about my current projects, which I'm certainly going to take her up on! (this despite the fact that my dissertation is no longer anywhere near her area of expertise!)

I also got an offer from one of the organizers to forward their 'to do' list to help us with our grad conference we're organizing for next month, which will also be a huge help with our own efforts to get this thing going.

But that wasn't the best part of it.

The best part was the students and the presentations. There were some really exciting papers, and the only one that I found really difficult to follow (and thus not terribly interesting) was the one in French. My French isn't good enought to have gotten more than the most rudimentary sense of what the paper was about. If I'd been able to read it, perhaps I would've gotten more, but my mastery of the spoken language is minimal, so I didn't get much out of it.

There was a woman presenting on the novel - Never Let me Go - that I'm presenting on next month at another grad conference, so I was really interested in her talk. Her title hadn't given any hint about what she was talking about, but I recognized the epigraph she began with right away, making me perk up at the end of a long day... Her approach is of course different than the argument that I'm making in the paper I'm presenting, but since I'm also going to be writing about the same novel in the dissertation - which is the whole reason for a dry-run discussion of it at a conference - I'm going to check out the theory she used to see whether it might also suit my purposes.

That was probably the only presentation that intersected with my own research interests, but there were many other presentations that I found fascinating as well, including one from another former MA student now returning as a doctoral student. We did recognize each other, but he was in the creative writing program and I in the literature program, so we'd never been in the same classes, but it was neat to hear what another graduate of the program was doing.

And the best part was the Q&A period. See, at most conferences I've been to, even the most collegial of ones always run the risk that the questions from the audience will not be true questions, but some pompous academic taking the opportunity to spout on about their own research. Those kinds of questions get really boring, both for the other audience members as well as the presenter; and they take up time that others who might have genuine inquiries could be using to ask those questions.

Even my paper went over quite well. Considering I was the very last person on the program, ending my talk only moments before the promise of free pizza in the campus pub (on St. Paddy's day on top of that), I actually got several questions and comments, and the back and forth that the discussion generated seemed to result for a genuine engagement with the paper. It was a very positive experience! Certainly much better than my second conference experience where the only question I got after my presentation was along the lines of "Are you related to so-and-so? Because I'm looking for my sister who was adopted a birth and I was hoping you were her" Huh? How is that a question worthy of the Q&A after a presentation? Ugh!

But that was another story. Yesterday's presentation went very well, and I was immensely pleased! Now all I'm hoping is that the conference we're holding next month will come off even half as well...

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

What does the world need another English major for?

This was a question I asked myself many times even while I decided to major in English literature. I wondered how useful such a degree might really be in the real world.

Today I was in a room with three people who majored in English: a music producer, a project manager, and a tv/radio personality.

... I guess the world can use English majors after all!

How bizarre, how bizarre

Sunday, I went running in shorts and a t-shirt.

Today I shovel snow.

There's a saying in Calgary: "If you don't like the weather, wait 5 minutes"

Monday, March 05, 2007

40 days

In 40 days, all this conference stuff will be over. Whew!

Not really the proverbial 40 days, but it did find it an interesting coincidence when I added them up that today was the day I decided to blog the conference.

So, in 40 days, the interdisciplinary grad conference that we decided to launch this year, will be over - success or failure, it will be over. When I signed up for this thing, I underestimated the nature of the work. Not the amount, but the way it's been spread out and the length of time it seems to take to check any one thing off the to do list.

It of course doesn't help that I'm 3,000 miles away from all the other committee members. It also doesn't help that we've never done this before, so none of us are really clear on what needs to be done. And we spend a lot of time telling each other what we're envisioning... or at least I do. It seems to take forever to email ideas back and forth, waiting for people to read their email and have time to respond to it.

But it is coming together. We do have a really good group of people working together. And it's funny how my expectations for the group haven't necessarily panned out. Group members are responding differently than I expected them to, which makes for an interesting dynamic.

The biggest challenge is everyone's busy-ness. We've divided all the tasks into groups and everyone has taken on a chunk, but for some people, that means they're doing a lot during one short period of time (including all the post-conference stuff that'll need to be done!) It makes it challenging. So does the long distance. But I'm trying to be patient, and not count the number of emails I send trying to stay in the loop. Hopefully once it's all done, we pull this thing off and don't have to think about it till next year (which is whole different story right there)!

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Hockey thought of the day

A hockey player without a stick is a bit like a one-legged soccer player.

Friday, March 02, 2007

For rebeckler

Because another one is scheduled to roll into town tomorrow and to answer rebeckler's question of what's a chinook? (I think she had at least four ???? though, and yes, you guessed right that it's a wind), I dug up the following:

According to the Weather Network:
The term Chinook comes from an Indian word which means snow eater. The Chinook wind is a warm, dry wind that descends the eastern slope of the Rocky Mountains and sweeps across the foothills and other parts of Alberta. When it moves over heavy snow cover, it can melt and evaporate a foot of snow in less than a day. Also, the temperature rises sharply, sometimes over 20 degrees Celsius in one hour. On average, southern Alberta gets 20 to 30 Chinook days per year.

Wikipedia's entry for Chinooks in Alberta is interesting, including the following facts:
In most recent winters (since the 1980s), chinooks and warmer weather have all but banished winter to just a few spells of sharp cold of one or two weeks, and some midwinter months have averaged high temperatures over 5°C (41°F), similar to the West Coast of British Columbia, where Canada's warmest winters are found.
In Lethbridge, chinook winds can gust in excess of hurricane force (120 km/h or 75 mph). The winds gusts can be strong enough to shatter car windows through air pressure differential. On November 19, 1962, the winds there gusted to 171 km/h (107 mph) in an especially powerful chinook.
In Pincher Creek, the temperature rose by 33°C (60°F) in one hour in 1962. Also, trains have been known to be derailed by chinook winds there.
Calgary is also well known for getting many chinooks, as the Bow Valley in the Canadian Rockies west of the city acts as a natural wind tunnel funneling the chinook winds.


For some, the chinook is a mixed blessing. While it's great to get relief from the cold, persistent chinook winds can fool plants into germinating thinking that spring has arrived, and the changes in air pressure can negatively affect people. Not to mention all that melting snow creates a heck of a lot of slush! The Mountain Field Guide notes some of the effects the Chinook winds can have on people and the landscape:
Relief from sub–zero temperatures
Highly strung people may begin to shake or fidget
Susceptible people may get headaches or suffer nervous disorders
Psychologically, many people fell “better”
Wood may split due to extreme dryness
Fire hazards are increased
It may cause violent grass or forest fires, or cause small fires to spread quickly.
You can tell a chinook is around by the distinction chinook arch that forms in the sky above Calgary, which looks especially nice at sunset.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

The newest thing in computing?

I've been reading Nicholas Negroponte's Being Digital, a book that's been recommended to me by several people, so I thought it was time to pick it up. I found the following passage interesting:
The general interface with personal computers has been treated as a physical design problem. But interface is not just about the look and feel of a computer. It is about the creation of personality, the design of intelligence, and building machines that can recognize human expression... The challenge for the next decade is not just to give people bigger screens, better sound quality, and easier-to-use graphical input devices. It is to make computers that know you, learn about your needs, and understand verbal and nonverbal languages... The burden of interaction today has been placed totally on the shoulders of the human party. Something as banal as printing a computer file can be a debilitating exercise that resembles voodoo more than respectable human behaviour.
Having recently purchased a replacement computer with Windows Vista (the only choice outside of going with Mac), this debilitation is making itself felt. For example, our (new!) printer does not have the drivers for Vista, meaning we cannot print directly from the new computer!

Sad thing is, Negroponte wrote that passage in 1995. We're now past the decade during which he proposed that we make computers more useful, and they've become more of a burden on the human user than ever before! At least with my C64, I knew exactly what I was getting and if I didn't know how to get it, I knew I had to go back to my BASIC code book and figure it out. Now? I haven't a clue. I can turn in on, then I usually just hope for the best!

Monday, February 26, 2007

Innocence and precocity

Answers provided by Grade 2 students:

What's the difference between moms & dads?

1. Moms work at work and work at home & dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.

What does your mom do in her spare time?

1. Mothers don't do spare time
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.

If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?

1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

CYA

So I had this long rant about my job that I - thank god - saved as a draft after writing because, well, that's what drafts are for - to let you cool down before posting or sending something disastrous. Now the post itself wasn't particularly disaster-causing and not even very caustic. It was even rather nicely constructed, and dare I say a tad witty... of course I can say that, you've never seen it so you have to take my word for it!... But I decided it prudent not to publish it.

Suffice it to say I've been busy... and not always in a good way.

Today I did something new. Do I dare admit it?

Sure, why not?

Today, I created a series of powerpoint slides. There. Now I've admitted I've never used powerpoint before. Yes, I know. Everyone has used powerpoint. Even little children know how to use powerpoint. Your dog probably scratches out his requests for walks and doggie treats using a powerpoint presentation complete with sound and graphics.

But I've never used it. That is, till today.

It's a pretty nifty program, though it is constraining in its formatting, regardless of how many choices you're offered. That's part of the reason I've never used it before. I've sat through too many powerpoint presentations that bored me out of my mind. I never wanted to inflict such boredom on others.

In an effort at full disclosure, I wasn't actually creating a presentation today. What I was doing was creating individual slides that I could then save as JPEGs so that they can be mated with the video and audio files we'll be producing for our latest project. So I didn't mess with slide transitions, or animations, or sound, or anything like that. But for a first time, it was kinda fun. Maybe I'll have to rethink my aversion to the program...

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Fainting Goats

It was one of those 'you have to be there' moments, but these fainting goats came up in conversation at a party last night. So I thought I'd share them.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Snow is definitely worse than sand

Certainly as a vacation destination, I'll take sand over snow pretty much any day. But I suppose that's because I grew up in snowy climates.

But that's not what I was thinking about today. I was thinking that snow is definitely worse to run in than sand. Easier than in sand above the tide line, but definitely more difficult than sand below the tide line. Not only is the snow an obstacle and a shifting surface that you have to negotiate, the additional challenge of snow is that the snow we have now has been subjected to wind and sun since it fell, so it has a little bit of a crust on the top. But it's not thick enough that you can run on top of the snow. So when you run through it, the crust makes the slippage of your foot as you break it unpredictable. First you lurch to the left, then the right, then the heel, then the toe. It breaks your cadence and makes for a challenging run, that's for sure.

I was so excited about the possibility of running outside again. A chinook has finally blown in after some below seasonal temperatures, and the snow has stopped falling after a week of constant shovelling. The city here is really pretty good about clearing the walking trails, so I figured it would be the perfect day to go.

Alas, the city very efficiently cleared the snow several days ago, but the south end of the canals is all exposed land - housing developments are non-existent or just beginning - so there was a lot of drifting. At first I hopped over the drifts, actually enjoying myself, but then I turned a corner and the pathway was nothing but drifts! After ten minutes of slogging through them to come to a clear path again, I came to the conclusion that I'd rather run on the beach, than in snowdrifts!

Monday, February 12, 2007

Famous Puppet Death Scenes - Scene: The Feverish Heart

We spent our weekend pleasantly, celebrating the mid point between birthday and Valentine's day. This production was one of the activities for the weekend.

Yes, I realize this is the third time in the last half year that I've blogged about a puppet production. It's really just coincidence, since I'm not deliberately seeking out puppet productions. This one - Famous Puppet Death Scenes - is a hard one to describe however, so I leave you to just enjoy the clip. We were delighted with the show, but it is so unique that there's no frame of reference to use when describing it. I first heard about it through an article in the newspaper describing how it was a big hit when it played in NYC, and since it's a homegrown group, that seemed all the more impressive.

I really do wonder why it seems puppets are so attractive right now - perhaps it has something to do with their materiality, or with the presence of the puppeteer within the production. I don't have plans to see any more puppet shows though, so you should be spared further puppet talk at least.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Hiatus

I seem to be in an impromptu hiatus on this blog. It hasn't been intentional. Mostly it's a result of adjusting to the difference between working in the corporate world and the academic one. In the academy, I know exactly when my busy times will be, when I have to complete tasks, and what my weekly schedule will be like (give or take a meeting or two) at the beginning of every semester.

In the corporate world, even though I'm a contractor, I need to maintain a good relationship with my contractee, who is essentially my boss. I'm finding that he operates on a much more immediate basis than I do, often telling me only days ahead of time about a project deadline (like he did this week). That makes it difficult for me to calculate my workload more than a few days ahead of time, which is something I'm not used to. So it's a bit of an adjustment.

Since boss man is out of the country for the next three weeks, I will hopefully have a bit more control over my life and get back on track with my academic work as well as blog posting... but I suppose only time will tell.

So my apologies if you've been logging on and seeing the same thing over and over. It should improve over the next few weeks.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Blown away

The weather channel is saying the gusts of wind outside are hitting 75 km/hr (that's almost 50mph for those metric-illiterate). I suspect out here near the edge of the city, we're feeling it even more than people protected by the buildings.

I thought I was just that tired. But no, those gusts are strong enough that the house actually shakes with a few of them. Even my computer monitor is wobbling on the desk, the wind is blowing so hard.

Last week, I tried to run in this kind of weather - the gusts were only 60kph, but even then, I felt like I was running fully steam uphill when I was going into the wind, even though it looked like I was almost standing still. Made me feel old and out of shape. At one point when I rounded a corner and the wind angle changed, it almost ripped the ear buds of my mp3 player right out of my ears!

Today? Thank god for the treadmill. It's boring, but at least it won't steal my breath away!

Monday, January 29, 2007

Flying beer cans

Got directed to this cartoonist's site: Pearls before Swine by a friend. I especially like Friday's cartoon - hope you enjoy it too!

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Passport woes

So, the rumours you've been hearing about long wait times at Canadian passport offices? Yep, they're all true.


Stood in line 4 1/2 hours yesterday to try to get new passports for myself and two kids since they expire in a couple of months and we'll be travelling within that time. It's supposed to be easier to get it if you fill out the application form online first, but you can't do that for a children's application, which I had of course. Also, the lineup for the south office is supposed to be shorter, but because the building is smaller, it snakes outside for most of the time, so I went to the downtown office, where although I waited a bit longer, I was inside the whole time. Which was nice because there was a wicked wind blowing that day that would've felt really chilly.

The thing that surprised me the most about the line was not so much it's length (though that was a bit shocking) as the people in it. There were a few expressions of the wow-this-line-is-really-long kind, mostly at the beginning when we first started lining up, but other than that, everyone waited pretty patiently. Sure, the kids were running around, bored out of their minds (and I forgot my mp3 player, so had to listen to ALL of it), but aside from a few conversations here and there, people mostly waited patiently for the line to move forward.

It got me thinking about the last time I was in a government office waiting for a long time. I'm not sure if it was the Social Security office, or the DMV, but either way, the waiting people there were certainly much more boisterous about the whole affair. I know the last time I was at the DMV, there was one gentleman who kept following us around, talking to us, and another who was demanding rather loudly to be served (and who was promptly escorted out by security).

Although there was a sign at the passport office telling people that if they were harassing they wouldn't be served (much like the signs at the DMV) the mood of the crowd was such that I would've been surprised to hear anyone complain. Mostly, people stood quietly, or talked amongst themselves.

Now maybe the comparison of the group at a Social Security office and a passport office isn't fair - there isn't probably much of an overlap between the two groups. But at the same time it makes me wonder if in addition to spelling and pronunciation, we also inherited the British facility for queuing.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

The language may be different, but we're really talking about the same thing

I had a meeting for work today that wasn't quite what I expected or was used to. It actually went better than I thought, mostly because the person who I thought would create the most waves seems to have not read the document I sent out at the beginning of the week. I'm not one to get offended if you don't read what I write, so it worked out well.

It was the biggest meeting I've been in to date - 6 of us - which might not seem like much, but most of my meetings have been with 2 or 3 people at the most. I wasn't looking forward to it because I suspected it would drag on - it did - but it consoled me in some ways because it quelled some misgivings I'd been having about this job.

I took the position because I had the experience to pull it off and I thought it was close enough to my career goals that I could actually include it on a cv. (Even at my most creative, I don't think I could make coffee schlepping at Tim Horton's into a line on the cv) But much of the work I began with was mundane or seemed far removed from academia.

But today's meeting made me realize it's really just a question of a different vocabulary. It was a pre-production meeting, where we were hammering out the aesthetics and optics of how we wanted to present the content that I'd developed for our project. We've already done one project with the same host website, so it needs to look similar to the existing project, which gave us a basic framework to start from. But we still needed to think about how this particular project will demand a different approach, and what tone we want to take with it as well as what combination of text, image, video, and audio we wanted. As we talked about it, I began to realize that our talk of users and scripts was really the same thing as audience and voice that we talk about in academia.

I had been afraid that my work for this company might be perceived as lying too far afield from my academic work, so I was pleasantly surprised to realize much of what we were talking about was the same things we talk about when writing within the academy. We just use different words.

True, I've really only talked of audience and voice in the context of teaching writing composition to undergrads, and not really in terms of my own scholarly work, but there's something to be said for paying attention to audience and voice in scholarly work that I don't think we get much instruction in as graduate students. Perhaps that's because we're supposed to know this and I'm the only one who doesn't. But if recent research, like the article in this year's edition of Profession put out by the MLA is any indication, I'm not the only one who isn't taught this stuff. Maybe it would make moving from student to scholar a clearer transition if we did talk more about audience and voice in the context of say, the dissertation. But that might be a post for another day.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

What's in a name?


Did you know that Dolly the sheep - you know, the one that was cloned - was named after Dolly Parton? Apparently one of the stockmen who helped deliver her came to name her after the chesty country singer because Dolly was cloned from a mammary cell. One of my coworkers found this out recently and couldn't wait to tell someone. My boss's question about how my dissertation on clones and cyborgs was going gave him the perfect opportunity.

...I wonder if there's a place for Dolly in my dissertation...

Friday, January 19, 2007

All dried up

Not much blogging. Plenty happening. Just don't know how to blog it.

Instead, some retro-blogging.

Last year today, I was contemplating oldest daughter's plans to leave.

The year before that, I had just heard my grandmother died.

And the year before that, I apparently thought readers might be interested in what I was reading myself.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Time flies

It's hard to believe that this day last year I was preparing to write my exams. It seems both longer than a year ago, and shorter at the same time.

I remember even before my exams being very excited about the possibility of working on my own stuff, and I suppose that's part of why it 'feels like it was so long ago' because I haven't been working on my own stuff - I've been trying to slog through stuff other people want me to do in order to get their approval so that I can finally do my own stuff! At least the end is in sight.

But at the same time, work is starting to really heat up and it's demanding more of my time these days. On the other hand, I think we're finally getting the grad conference planning under control, so I hopefully can spend a bit less time emailing the other committee members about that.

It is true that work expands to fill the time available, isn't it?

Spiders On Drugs

The Hinterland Who's Who is one of those childhood memories that anyone my age will remember from Canadian tv, but this one puts a new twist on an old (and tired) educational media spot.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Strings

A while back I wrote a post about storyworlds, mentioning one of the key features of a fictional storyworld being internal cohesion. In any non-realist narrative, the rules of the world have to be consistent within the story frame. We all know the frustration of watching movies or reading stories where something happens that's difficult to believe because it lies outside the realm of possibility.

When you're making a film with puppets, well, then your storyworld has to not only be consistent from the perspective of its narrative, but you have to respect the nature of the medium - the puppet - in telling the story.

The Ronnie Burkett show we saw a few months ago, while it didn't foreground the puppeteer, kept him in the audience's view, so that as an audience member, you always saw him and could not forget about the presence of the puppeteer. You saw Ronnie at all times, so you were hyper aware of his movements, and at some points in the narrative, I found myself following the puppeteer, watching him create the show, rather than watching the puppets themselves and attending to their storyline.

During that show, when Burkett got some strings tangled, the audience could see his embarassment, but also delighted in his deviation from the script by inserting a comment about the tangled strings into the mouths of the puppets themselves. Had the puppeteer been hidden during those comments, they would've ruined the storyworld created by the narrative by reminding the audience of the puppeteer. As such, they simply reinforced the audience's awareness of his manipulation of the puppets. In some ways, Burkett's show mirrored metafiction's foregrounding of the author as producer of the text e.g. Calvino's If on a Winter's Night.

Strings (2004) is a movie without a terribly original plot line - royalty, betrayal, love, a quest, death - but it uses puppets to tell the story. What is unusual about the movie is that it, like Burkett's show, does not attempt to hide the strings attached to the puppets (though unlike Burkett's show, we do not see the puppeteers).

Instead, the narrative uses the strings as a way of creating the storyworld.

The strings of a puppet are essentially its lifeline. A puppet cannot come to life without strings, and the realism of a puppet's movement depends on the skillful manipulation of those strings by the puppeteer. In this story, the strings are not just metaphorically the puppet's lifeline - they are its lifeline within the world.

When a puppet's head string is cut, it immediately dies, though puppets can also die if enough of their other strings are cut. But being puppets, with interchangeable parts, they also have the advantage over humans when it comes to regeneration. One of the early scenes in the movie shows the prince having his hand string cut off. All he needed to do was call down to the dungeon, have a hand removed from a slave, and attach it to his body in place of the broken one.

The storyworld rules with the strings going high up into the heavens, beyond sight, mean that a puppet can never go underneath something. So their gates are like reverse portcullises, rising up out of the ground to a height that no puppet could jump, and no puppet can traverse past because the bar prevents their strings from moving forward.

Consequently, all of their buildings are roofless, and with the rain, you can tell who are the oldest puppets because the wood of their bodies shows their long exposure to the elements. Also, in the dungeon, puppets are locked up by dropping them through a grid, so that they can't move outside the lines of the grid.

When a puppet is born, its mother develops a second set of strings that are intertwined with her own. Meanwhile, a baby is carved in preparation to receiving those strings - in the movie, it is the father who is carving the baby, but since it's the only birth we witness during the story, the narrative doesn't indicate whether other people might also be charged with carving the baby. When it comes time, the mother can tell, and she needs the assistance of someone else. The strings that are intertwined with her own life strings start to loosen and that other person - the midwife - grabs the strings before they break (they're fragile at this point) and inserts them into the carved baby. The strings then change color and thickness, as they carry life to the child. When all the strings are attached, the child is alive.

The film is an excellent of example of a storyworld axiom: puppet strings are really its lifeline and extend high into the heavens, that is then carried to its logical conclusion in every aspect of that world. It's like imagining if everyone could change their gender whenever they want to, or that dragons can fly - the axiom is adhered to in every aspect of the character's lives. It's a very involved storyworld, and even though the plot is particularly clever, it's worth watching just to see how the plot unfolds within the confines of the storyworld's rules.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Unintended effect

In a strange kind of Eisensteinian montage moment, I found myself making connections between two back-to-back commercials that I doubt the advertisers had intended.

First, a commercial from Fidelity Investments about rolling all your old 401ks into a single IRA to maximize your retirement savings. This was immediately followed by a commercial from Osteo-BiFlex featuring a 77 year old woman who still works as a waitress. She says, "I’m 77 years old and I work as a waitress. I work 10, 12, 14 hours a day… I just couldn’t do it without Osteo-BiFlex."

Maybe she wouldn't have to do it if she'd listened to Fidelity...

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Dissertation fix

I've been jonesing for my dissertation lately, and the Christmas break finally gave me a chance to work on it.

Yep, I'd say it was a bit of a compulsion, and having the chance to put other projects aside (and work) for a week and spend some time reading the stuff I really want to read was such a relief, the only thing I can compare it to would be how it would feel to have a cigarette again. Getting back to the stuff I want to read might not quite be that lightheaded, relaxed feeling I would get from a puff, but it sure did feel good.

Not that I haven't been doing work on the dissertation, but for the last two months, I've been responding to a reviewer's request to add material that holds little interest for me, and it's been tough going.

It's also taken me a long time to adjust to my new line of work. It's not that I'm working a lot, but that I'm unsure of what I'm doing, so I spend a lot of time thinking about it when I'm not actually working, which eats into time I could be spending reading things I really want to read!

So I finally got to read some criticism on cyberspace, and a book about Star Wars (only marginally relevant, but on my to do list) and I felt reinvigorated about the dissertation. Now I even feel like I can slog through the rest of the material my one reviewer told me to read 'cause I'm remembering what I'm in this for.

So one of my new years resolutions? Not to quit this compulsion, but to encourage it. Unconventional for a resolution, but if it works, who am I to worry about protocol?

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?!?!?!?