Because I need this right now, the first full team workouts in MLB are in exactly one month.
Joey Bats is officially back, and maybe more fired up than ever with something to prove to his detractors over the past couple months. Sure it would be nice to have gotten Edwin too, especially the way his market worked out, but I still have faith that the Jays can be a legitimate contender this year.
As long as Osuna isn't blocked from playing in the US by Opening Day.
January 18, 2017
April 09, 2016
Ballplayers Can Wear Dresses
In this day and age, both girls and boys like to wear dresses, and both are socially acceptable, and welcome. The same people that do so, are not choosing to do so at the same time in which they are participating in a competitive sport. Instead, they would choose to attire themselves in whatever clothing and demeanor befit the task at hand; sweat-wicking under wear, breathable and stretchy overwear. If they did take the field in dresses, it would make mockery of both themselves, and the sport in which they are trying to compete as the clothing would not fit the task.
This is the humour in John Gibbons' comment this week about his team 'taking the field in dresses' in response to the perceived 'soft' call at second base that ruled that Jose Bautista interfered with Logan Forsythe's play around the 2nd base area. Yes, he said it in the heat of a testy moment. Yes, he almost certainly didn't think it through. But, why are so people quick to the trigger on things like this?
I am sure that Gibbons, and the entire team, understand that there are women and those identifying as women who play baseball, and are damned good at it. But there are also many people, both men and women, who would never put themselves infront of 100 MPH fastballs, or quick one hoppers at 3rd; never lay their body out at full stride in an attempt to catch a seamed leather sphere, or brace their body mass against another charging for the plate in an attempt to score a run.
Even if there is money or contract on the line, there is always a line. Gibbons was not saying that 'dress wearing' or, by poor extrapolation, that women are inherently soft, just that there is an implied level of physicality within the game, and that to engage with that level of play, most people are not wearing dresses to their day at the ballpark, and that the game is engaged by those that love it willingly.
From pro to amateur beer league player, the body is sacrificed, bruises are taken, all within the rules of the game. We take bumps and bruises and the rashes from awkward slides.We all, sometimes literally, take it on the chin. We all dress for the game in which we are playing. If Gibbons had only said 'maybe we'll show up tomorrow in business suits' there would have been no controversy at all.
This is the humour in John Gibbons' comment this week about his team 'taking the field in dresses' in response to the perceived 'soft' call at second base that ruled that Jose Bautista interfered with Logan Forsythe's play around the 2nd base area. Yes, he said it in the heat of a testy moment. Yes, he almost certainly didn't think it through. But, why are so people quick to the trigger on things like this?
I am sure that Gibbons, and the entire team, understand that there are women and those identifying as women who play baseball, and are damned good at it. But there are also many people, both men and women, who would never put themselves infront of 100 MPH fastballs, or quick one hoppers at 3rd; never lay their body out at full stride in an attempt to catch a seamed leather sphere, or brace their body mass against another charging for the plate in an attempt to score a run.
Even if there is money or contract on the line, there is always a line. Gibbons was not saying that 'dress wearing' or, by poor extrapolation, that women are inherently soft, just that there is an implied level of physicality within the game, and that to engage with that level of play, most people are not wearing dresses to their day at the ballpark, and that the game is engaged by those that love it willingly.
From pro to amateur beer league player, the body is sacrificed, bruises are taken, all within the rules of the game. We take bumps and bruises and the rashes from awkward slides.We all, sometimes literally, take it on the chin. We all dress for the game in which we are playing. If Gibbons had only said 'maybe we'll show up tomorrow in business suits' there would have been no controversy at all.
February 04, 2016
Please Pack Your Things
I packed up my office and left today. Even did it on my terms.
The day of our big office relocation is finally here, and there was to be no messing around. Everyone I've talked to is 100% on board with the move, despite the longer commute for a lot of people in our group in particular, but the lack of windows, and forever service calls were just too much.
On Monday morning, we'll be in shiny new'ish' digs in Waterloo (a building given up when a local former tech giant had to go through some re-structuring a few years back). Apparently people in our own office were involved in the design, before my time, so at least there will be people that can be answerable to any complaints we have. Given what I've seen, I don't think there will be many.
I actually watched the final 4 months of construction on the building from a research site set up by a long time buddy of mine for his PhD thesis which I helped along with instrumentation and data collection. It will be a welcome return to a nice area of the city.
That's not to say that downtown Kitchener hasn't really been revitalized over the past 5 years. And many of us are going to miss the quick 5 minute walk to a number of homegrown great restaurants; but there are plenty of other great restaurants within walking distance if we're willing to extend our lunch breaks, and driving distance if we're lazy. We've also been told there is a regular food truck schedule featuring some of the great restaurants in town. We won't be lacking for choices.
And there will be daylight. All day long. Through windows. I think many of the people that don't get to go out and do field work regularly may be dazed and squinty for the first few weeks in the new office. I have suggested sunblock samples also be given out. We'll see what happens.
And to my end, I'm trying to treat this all as a big refresher to get reinvigorated about my work, before I go ahead and pack up my things and leave for real.
The day of our big office relocation is finally here, and there was to be no messing around. Everyone I've talked to is 100% on board with the move, despite the longer commute for a lot of people in our group in particular, but the lack of windows, and forever service calls were just too much.
On Monday morning, we'll be in shiny new'ish' digs in Waterloo (a building given up when a local former tech giant had to go through some re-structuring a few years back). Apparently people in our own office were involved in the design, before my time, so at least there will be people that can be answerable to any complaints we have. Given what I've seen, I don't think there will be many.
I actually watched the final 4 months of construction on the building from a research site set up by a long time buddy of mine for his PhD thesis which I helped along with instrumentation and data collection. It will be a welcome return to a nice area of the city.
That's not to say that downtown Kitchener hasn't really been revitalized over the past 5 years. And many of us are going to miss the quick 5 minute walk to a number of homegrown great restaurants; but there are plenty of other great restaurants within walking distance if we're willing to extend our lunch breaks, and driving distance if we're lazy. We've also been told there is a regular food truck schedule featuring some of the great restaurants in town. We won't be lacking for choices.
And there will be daylight. All day long. Through windows. I think many of the people that don't get to go out and do field work regularly may be dazed and squinty for the first few weeks in the new office. I have suggested sunblock samples also be given out. We'll see what happens.
And to my end, I'm trying to treat this all as a big refresher to get reinvigorated about my work, before I go ahead and pack up my things and leave for real.
August 25, 2015
Last Week of August
I can't be alone in wondering where this summer went, right? Add up a couple weekend getaways, a busier than normal work schedule, and putting more time than most seasons into watching baseball, with the Jays being competitive (even odds with the Cardinals and Royals right now to win outright; for what odds makers are worth). It seems like playoff ticket prices are going to be a bit silly, so, even if given the chance at them, I'm not sure I'll bite. Between needing some work on my car, having some house upkeep to take care of before the winter, and hopefully replacing my busted ass guitar amp (Marshall, you're supposed to be a mark of quality, a 9 year old amp should not fail for the limited 'rocking' I actually put it through) I don't know that I'll be able to justify the $200 per game rates.It seems like 500 Level outfield tickets might be affordable up until the World Series, should I have access to any. Having been to many games in the regular season '92-'93 campaigns, and the '91 All Star game, only a playoff game is really left on my Dome bucket list. Oh, and maybe a Monster Jam?
The 5th or 6th Annual Beer Olympics also got squeezed in the mix, with the take home message being that we're all getting a little older, and further distanced from our college/university levels of energy and stamina. Some of us learned that lesson harder than others, but thankfully it was neither Carolyn or myself, this time around.
Now the warm weather just has one or two deck parties in store and a Labour Day weekend trip to the cottage where the plan will be to focus on relaxing and having some fun, as opposed to clean up and condensing preparing for likely future sale. There will be plenty of time for that in the fall. Of course, hopefully between now and October, the Jays do their best to ruin plans of going away to the cottage in the 3rd week of October. I love AM radio broadcasts once in a while, but sure as hell not going to go without watching those games on TV. Forgive me for being such an optimist. It doesn't happen much around here.
The 5th or 6th Annual Beer Olympics also got squeezed in the mix, with the take home message being that we're all getting a little older, and further distanced from our college/university levels of energy and stamina. Some of us learned that lesson harder than others, but thankfully it was neither Carolyn or myself, this time around.
Now the warm weather just has one or two deck parties in store and a Labour Day weekend trip to the cottage where the plan will be to focus on relaxing and having some fun, as opposed to clean up and condensing preparing for likely future sale. There will be plenty of time for that in the fall. Of course, hopefully between now and October, the Jays do their best to ruin plans of going away to the cottage in the 3rd week of October. I love AM radio broadcasts once in a while, but sure as hell not going to go without watching those games on TV. Forgive me for being such an optimist. It doesn't happen much around here.
July 20, 2015
How Do You Like Them Apples?
Back from the whirlwind road trip to Baaaston and vacationing from the vacation. It was a great trip, but in my attempt to keep it a fairly compact weekend, we tried to squeeze too much sightseeing into too little time, and had to trim out some of the stuff we'd wanted to do. Amongst the cull list were a side stop at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, walking tours of Harvard and MIT campuses, and, though never formally planned, but a 'time filler' if we had some down time, a tour of the Sam Adams Brewery. I've learned my lesson.
We did get to see and tour Fenway which, for anyone that knows me, was the biggest check-box on the list. We opted to just do the short, 15 minute tour of the park, as stage crew were in the midst of converting the field for the weekend Foo Fighters concerts.
This was likely the closest I'll ever get to 'backstage at a rock show'. We lucked out in that it was the mini-tour guide's last shift of the day, and our group got an extra 10-15 minutes to explore, which you'd think would be a lot of time, but didn't feel like it, which was a common theme for the weekend.
Apparently the tarps laid on the outfield were breathable so as not to kill the grass, and the stage set-up was fully expected to ruin the turf in centre field, but there was no sacrificing the infield turf. There were no fewer than 6 people tasked with guarding the barriers around the infield during the show.
There was still plenty of baseball history on display. It would seem old teams with winning histories get a bit of a track record of having had some good players, managers, and staff around them.
...and this was just one of the walls of Hall of Fame plaques.
After the Fenway tour Friday, we grabbed some pints in South End, where our friends have a place, and waited to meet up with them for dinner, drinks, and to crash for the night. It was a great area, and the pub-bistro we ended up at had a fantastic selection of craft beers, albeit at some inflated prices. The inflated craft beer prices actually were another theme of the trip. Americans apparently just call any old glass full of beer 'a pint'. So, whereas if I go out at home to a place with craft taps I can expect to spend $5.50 to $7.50 CAD for a roughly 500 mL draught pint, whereas prices in Boston started at roughly $8.75 CAD and escalated quickly, and were for 330 mL 'pints'. I mean seriously, USA, you're the ones that insist on using the damned imperial system, at least know its defined volumes.
Beer prices aside, tapas dinner at Toro was fantastic.
The next morning, our hosts took us on a walking tour that covered almost the entirety of Boston proper, including a trip up to the upper floors of the John Hancock tower. Glass reflections didn't play nicely with the camera, but the view would have been tough to capture well anyway.
Boston was surprisingly walkable, granted, we did spend 5 blister inducing hours walking at a quick pace to try to see everything.
Apparently John Hancock liked to leave his mark everywhere, what a dick.
After the walking tour, we parted way with our friends, and checked in to our hotel on the Cambridge side of the Charles for a power nap before walking back over to Fenway for the Saturday Foo show. The show was totally worth the blister tearing walk, with locals The Mighty Mighty Bosstones opening in a high energy set from the band excited to play 'the park they grew up in' for the first time. The Foo Fighters were awesome, playing a full 2 hours and forty minutes straight, with some great on-stage banter, and crowd banter from Dave, with the sports-minded Bostonians frequently giving long loud 'Fooooooo' calls (think 'booo'). Highlights for me were an acoustic cover of 'My Hero', and a cover of 'Under Pressure' which they've been doing semi-regularly, from what I've seen, on this tour. The extended riffing during the solo section of 'Outside' off of Sonic Highways was also great, with Dave never really achieving the all out guitar solo he seemed to be going for, and joking after the song, "Gimme a break, I'm a drummer".
On Sunday morning, being a bit exhausted from a few days of driving and hiking around, we decided to sleep in and get on the road for home a bit early, at the expense of some of the other things we'd wanted to squeeze in to the trip. A decision that turned out for the best, hitting two different 2 hour traffic jams on the ideal 9 hour drive home. Amazingly, the border crossing was one of the faster ones I've ever experienced.
And so, after getting in late, both of us today are taking vacation from vacation, before getting back to the grind.
We did get to see and tour Fenway which, for anyone that knows me, was the biggest check-box on the list. We opted to just do the short, 15 minute tour of the park, as stage crew were in the midst of converting the field for the weekend Foo Fighters concerts.
Apparently the tarps laid on the outfield were breathable so as not to kill the grass, and the stage set-up was fully expected to ruin the turf in centre field, but there was no sacrificing the infield turf. There were no fewer than 6 people tasked with guarding the barriers around the infield during the show.
There was still plenty of baseball history on display. It would seem old teams with winning histories get a bit of a track record of having had some good players, managers, and staff around them.
...and this was just one of the walls of Hall of Fame plaques.
After the Fenway tour Friday, we grabbed some pints in South End, where our friends have a place, and waited to meet up with them for dinner, drinks, and to crash for the night. It was a great area, and the pub-bistro we ended up at had a fantastic selection of craft beers, albeit at some inflated prices. The inflated craft beer prices actually were another theme of the trip. Americans apparently just call any old glass full of beer 'a pint'. So, whereas if I go out at home to a place with craft taps I can expect to spend $5.50 to $7.50 CAD for a roughly 500 mL draught pint, whereas prices in Boston started at roughly $8.75 CAD and escalated quickly, and were for 330 mL 'pints'. I mean seriously, USA, you're the ones that insist on using the damned imperial system, at least know its defined volumes.
Beer prices aside, tapas dinner at Toro was fantastic.
The next morning, our hosts took us on a walking tour that covered almost the entirety of Boston proper, including a trip up to the upper floors of the John Hancock tower. Glass reflections didn't play nicely with the camera, but the view would have been tough to capture well anyway.
Boston was surprisingly walkable, granted, we did spend 5 blister inducing hours walking at a quick pace to try to see everything.
Apparently John Hancock liked to leave his mark everywhere, what a dick.
After the walking tour, we parted way with our friends, and checked in to our hotel on the Cambridge side of the Charles for a power nap before walking back over to Fenway for the Saturday Foo show. The show was totally worth the blister tearing walk, with locals The Mighty Mighty Bosstones opening in a high energy set from the band excited to play 'the park they grew up in' for the first time. The Foo Fighters were awesome, playing a full 2 hours and forty minutes straight, with some great on-stage banter, and crowd banter from Dave, with the sports-minded Bostonians frequently giving long loud 'Fooooooo' calls (think 'booo'). Highlights for me were an acoustic cover of 'My Hero', and a cover of 'Under Pressure' which they've been doing semi-regularly, from what I've seen, on this tour. The extended riffing during the solo section of 'Outside' off of Sonic Highways was also great, with Dave never really achieving the all out guitar solo he seemed to be going for, and joking after the song, "Gimme a break, I'm a drummer".
On Sunday morning, being a bit exhausted from a few days of driving and hiking around, we decided to sleep in and get on the road for home a bit early, at the expense of some of the other things we'd wanted to squeeze in to the trip. A decision that turned out for the best, hitting two different 2 hour traffic jams on the ideal 9 hour drive home. Amazingly, the border crossing was one of the faster ones I've ever experienced.
And so, after getting in late, both of us today are taking vacation from vacation, before getting back to the grind.
June 25, 2015
Boom and Bust
The nature of my work typically sees quarterly peaks and valleys in the amount of work that needs to be done. Generally, March, June, September and December are my busiest months, with extra special levels of madness in June and again in December when the month is shortened by the holidays.
I'm just starting to come clear of the blur that's been June now, and realizing that, holy shit, its already the end of June! In less than a month we'll be taking our extended weekend road trip for the Foo Fighters in Boston. Or, at the very least, Boston. Some old friends have graciously offered a pull-down bed to sleep on for the entirety of our stay, and we may actually take them up for one of the two nights we intend to stay in the city.
Some other friends of ours were there a couple weeks back, and highly recommend the Sam Adams brewery tour, which I'm told is a proper tour, and not just a sampling session. They even picked up a kit to convert a growler into a hanging lamp (pictures of which will follow once I have it set up). But, being as we're already stopping in Albany on the way down and hitting a brew pub there, I think we may fore go the Sam Adams stop.
Weekends for the rest of the summer are already quickly filling up and double booking, which means, before I know it, it will be September, and time for the next work rush. The eternal pessimist. Here, look at some ducks:
I'm just starting to come clear of the blur that's been June now, and realizing that, holy shit, its already the end of June! In less than a month we'll be taking our extended weekend road trip for the Foo Fighters in Boston. Or, at the very least, Boston. Some old friends have graciously offered a pull-down bed to sleep on for the entirety of our stay, and we may actually take them up for one of the two nights we intend to stay in the city.
Some other friends of ours were there a couple weeks back, and highly recommend the Sam Adams brewery tour, which I'm told is a proper tour, and not just a sampling session. They even picked up a kit to convert a growler into a hanging lamp (pictures of which will follow once I have it set up). But, being as we're already stopping in Albany on the way down and hitting a brew pub there, I think we may fore go the Sam Adams stop.
Weekends for the rest of the summer are already quickly filling up and double booking, which means, before I know it, it will be September, and time for the next work rush. The eternal pessimist. Here, look at some ducks:
May 29, 2015
egattoC
The cottage trip went more smoothly than expected, with Carolyn's emotions only really getting the better of her once we were on the last stretch of the drive.
The cottage itself wintered well, with no apparent leaks or cracked pipes, and no-one having broken in since I sealed it up in the fall, which has happened a couple times in the past. Being basically invisible from the road or any neighbours, its kind of a target for things like that.
The weather was fantastic, and something like 10 degrees warmer than the forecast I'd seen before we left, allowing for some naturism (again, its pretty secluded up there..), and making the outdoor chores enjoyable.
The lone black spot on the long weekend came when we attempted to run a load of the weekend's linens and towels through the washer, and finding that the winter cold and, likely more significant, age of the washer had cracked a seal in the drum leaving us scrambling to sop up a lot of water, without the benefit of a mop.
Its still very much up in the air as to what will come of the cottage in coming months as Carolyn's mom and siblings sort out their desires. But low maintenance weekends like this one past make me more open to the outside prospect of taking on a second property tax bill.
The cottage itself wintered well, with no apparent leaks or cracked pipes, and no-one having broken in since I sealed it up in the fall, which has happened a couple times in the past. Being basically invisible from the road or any neighbours, its kind of a target for things like that.
The weather was fantastic, and something like 10 degrees warmer than the forecast I'd seen before we left, allowing for some naturism (again, its pretty secluded up there..), and making the outdoor chores enjoyable.
The lone black spot on the long weekend came when we attempted to run a load of the weekend's linens and towels through the washer, and finding that the winter cold and, likely more significant, age of the washer had cracked a seal in the drum leaving us scrambling to sop up a lot of water, without the benefit of a mop.Its still very much up in the air as to what will come of the cottage in coming months as Carolyn's mom and siblings sort out their desires. But low maintenance weekends like this one past make me more open to the outside prospect of taking on a second property tax bill.
May 22, 2015
The Cottage
This weekend promises to be an emotional one.
Carolyn's dad bought a plot of land on a calculated whim, if there's such a thing, back in the 70s, so the story goes. As he built his family, he also, bit by bit, cleared a plot of trees, poured a foundation, and built a home away from home.
Drilling of a well, setting of a septic bed, clearing of a path for an overhead, electric line through trees, and clearing of trees jeopardizing those lines all undertaken by Carolyn's dad.
Built from the ground up, basically by hand, this first visit to the family cottage this weekend will be difficult. In the days following his passing, I drove up with a a long time friend, and, as small cities go, also distant in-law of the family, to grab some belongings for visitation, and drain water lines since it was pretty clear at that point, no-one would be, or want to be going back to the cottage for a while.
At the time it was an act of preservation, and support. I knew there were important family photos there, and I also knew the cottage would need to be prepped for winter, because the stalwart of that landing was no longer around.
As it turned out, Carolyn and I had been the last occupants a few weeks earlier, with our notes of minor maintenance issues still sitting on the kitchen table, as was tradition. In the shock of how these things go, my old friend and I grabbed the required, as well as some quirky belongings, ensured antifreeze in the drains, and completed the cannonball run up north and back.
Funeral, extended visitation with extended family, and time. And all the adjustment that comes with funerals.
And now, its time to go back to the cottage for the first time for anyone in the family, and begin adapting with the builder no longer being around to offer his critique.
Its started to hit me more than it did in those first days of rushing up to just 'take care of things'.
To have a dedicated father, with goal in mind of a family retreat, and place to relax in in retirement. A retirement that was just shy of a year away. Long hours invested to have returns cut short.
And as trying as it will be for me, for Carolyn, as the oldest, and most embracing of the cottage experience and all its trivialities, I don't expect it to be easy going. Frequently disagreeing with her father's 'design' ideas, and propensity towards brown paint, and 100W lightbulbs everywhere, Carolyn, with her mom, took pride in finishing details of the projects, arranging, and organizing the cottage into what is a truly relaxing retreat.
I can only try to imagine and ease the emotions Carolyn will go through this weekend, likely without success. Myself, I'll be building a fire in the 'limestone amphitheater' hot enough to quickly evaporate any eye moisture that I expect may accumulate in memory.
Carolyn's dad bought a plot of land on a calculated whim, if there's such a thing, back in the 70s, so the story goes. As he built his family, he also, bit by bit, cleared a plot of trees, poured a foundation, and built a home away from home.
Drilling of a well, setting of a septic bed, clearing of a path for an overhead, electric line through trees, and clearing of trees jeopardizing those lines all undertaken by Carolyn's dad.
Built from the ground up, basically by hand, this first visit to the family cottage this weekend will be difficult. In the days following his passing, I drove up with a a long time friend, and, as small cities go, also distant in-law of the family, to grab some belongings for visitation, and drain water lines since it was pretty clear at that point, no-one would be, or want to be going back to the cottage for a while.
At the time it was an act of preservation, and support. I knew there were important family photos there, and I also knew the cottage would need to be prepped for winter, because the stalwart of that landing was no longer around.
As it turned out, Carolyn and I had been the last occupants a few weeks earlier, with our notes of minor maintenance issues still sitting on the kitchen table, as was tradition. In the shock of how these things go, my old friend and I grabbed the required, as well as some quirky belongings, ensured antifreeze in the drains, and completed the cannonball run up north and back.
Funeral, extended visitation with extended family, and time. And all the adjustment that comes with funerals.
And now, its time to go back to the cottage for the first time for anyone in the family, and begin adapting with the builder no longer being around to offer his critique.
Its started to hit me more than it did in those first days of rushing up to just 'take care of things'.
To have a dedicated father, with goal in mind of a family retreat, and place to relax in in retirement. A retirement that was just shy of a year away. Long hours invested to have returns cut short.
And as trying as it will be for me, for Carolyn, as the oldest, and most embracing of the cottage experience and all its trivialities, I don't expect it to be easy going. Frequently disagreeing with her father's 'design' ideas, and propensity towards brown paint, and 100W lightbulbs everywhere, Carolyn, with her mom, took pride in finishing details of the projects, arranging, and organizing the cottage into what is a truly relaxing retreat.
I can only try to imagine and ease the emotions Carolyn will go through this weekend, likely without success. Myself, I'll be building a fire in the 'limestone amphitheater' hot enough to quickly evaporate any eye moisture that I expect may accumulate in memory.
April 27, 2015
Market Saturation
After years of being envious of Europe for all its music festivals, it seems there's a big push in North America to have more weekend style festivals.
Just within a couple hours driving radius this summer, I could choose from:
-Hillside, Guelph
-Big Music Fest, Kitchener
-Riverfest, Elora
-Field Trip, Toronto
-NXNE, Toronto
-Bestival, Toronto
But with tickets for 2 big shows already this summer, and the costs inherent with going to Boston for one of them, I'm not sure if a festival is in the cards. Especially with lineups, that, while interesting, are nowhere near the caliber of Coachella, Lollapalooza, or Rock Werchter.
Riverfest will be my pick if I do decide I have more disposable income.
Just within a couple hours driving radius this summer, I could choose from:
-Hillside, Guelph
-Big Music Fest, Kitchener
-Riverfest, Elora
-Field Trip, Toronto
-NXNE, Toronto
-Bestival, Toronto
But with tickets for 2 big shows already this summer, and the costs inherent with going to Boston for one of them, I'm not sure if a festival is in the cards. Especially with lineups, that, while interesting, are nowhere near the caliber of Coachella, Lollapalooza, or Rock Werchter.
Riverfest will be my pick if I do decide I have more disposable income.
April 23, 2015
Finding Focus
Sometimes, I need to remind myself to stop focusing on the details, and at the same time, not get too worried about the big picture. I have been swinging to the extremes lately, and not spending much time in the middle.
April 16, 2015
The Worst
The worst people in the 1st world:
1) NIMBYs; want their houses powered and well landscaped, want it cheap but also locally sourced, bitch to no-end when a wind farm or quarry is started within 20 km of their Xanadu.
2) Anti-vaccination'ers'; needs no explanation. If you're reading this, its probably because you've had vaccinations.
3) NIMBYs; want to consume lots of things, and toss the packaging for those things in the garbage, then move into houses next door to the place where that garbage is piled, and complain.
4) Pseudo-science hucksters; most reasonable people don't actually consult astrology anymore. But in its place, about a billion people, half of them on your Facebook feed, with the perfect aromatic or nutritional solutions to all your problems. All without any peer reviewed, reproducible evidence of efficacy to be found. That aromatic oil you're buying? Snake oil, at best (probably didn't even come from snakes, which would at least be sort of cool?)
5) NIMBYs; move into huge, new build McMansions with no backyards, but still find a way to complain about their backyards.
6) MLB home-plate umpires. The rules of the game are not your own to interpret. Stop calling the strike zone as though it was. No team bias here, watching plenty of neutral games a year, I just want to see the zone not as interpretive dance, but as a clear, concrete thing. Robots could easily do it. Don't give MLB ammunition going into your next #umpshow collective bargaining agreement.
7) NIMBYs; move in to nice new subdivisions near airports, pre-dating subdivison construction, then complain about noise from objects magically flying through sky (those things are only okay when flying to 5 day, all inclusive getaways in resort-land).
8) Politicians.
1) NIMBYs; want their houses powered and well landscaped, want it cheap but also locally sourced, bitch to no-end when a wind farm or quarry is started within 20 km of their Xanadu.
2) Anti-vaccination'ers'; needs no explanation. If you're reading this, its probably because you've had vaccinations.
3) NIMBYs; want to consume lots of things, and toss the packaging for those things in the garbage, then move into houses next door to the place where that garbage is piled, and complain.
4) Pseudo-science hucksters; most reasonable people don't actually consult astrology anymore. But in its place, about a billion people, half of them on your Facebook feed, with the perfect aromatic or nutritional solutions to all your problems. All without any peer reviewed, reproducible evidence of efficacy to be found. That aromatic oil you're buying? Snake oil, at best (probably didn't even come from snakes, which would at least be sort of cool?)
5) NIMBYs; move into huge, new build McMansions with no backyards, but still find a way to complain about their backyards.
6) MLB home-plate umpires. The rules of the game are not your own to interpret. Stop calling the strike zone as though it was. No team bias here, watching plenty of neutral games a year, I just want to see the zone not as interpretive dance, but as a clear, concrete thing. Robots could easily do it. Don't give MLB ammunition going into your next #umpshow collective bargaining agreement.
7) NIMBYs; move in to nice new subdivisions near airports, pre-dating subdivison construction, then complain about noise from objects magically flying through sky (those things are only okay when flying to 5 day, all inclusive getaways in resort-land).
8) Politicians.
April 13, 2015
Sprung
The air smells like spring. The temperatures have teased us so far, but the smell is really there now. Little nubs of grass are starting to poke through flat yellow lawns everywhere.
Everyone I talk to seems to be getting super excited about barbecue as well. I don't have the heart to tell most of them that I've barbecued weekly on average all winter long, with only January really hurting my grill patterns. But I appreciate all their enthusiasm.
The sunny, warm forecast this week has me almost even believing that work near the core of Toronto this week will be a delight, and go off without issue. No budget for hotels, or food really, but still, will be sunshine and rainbows (except for the commute, which will suck no matter what).
The Jays lost on home opener day, again. That also seems like a sure sign of spring. Of course, many Jays fans lost before the game had even begun, standing in massive lines in the rain awaiting 'security' scans which likely were about as effective as the 'scared to offend' courtesy patdowns of yesteryear, and only really effective in backing up large crowds of people outside the venue. Anyone really wanting to attack wouldn't even need to pay for admission.
A friend posted an interesting link this week on death statistics. Note in particular the comparison chart near the bottom of the article. While it seems to miss a lot of non-cancer disease, it still manages to highlight the absurdity of the emphasis we place on 'security'. I'm curious to see what, if any backlash will come out of this, or if we can just expect cavity searches next year to gain entry to ball parks. Hell, maybe if they train the staff well enough, you can build in your yearly exams at the same time. You know, bring health care and policing together in one happy place. Huge tax savings.
Right, back to spring. Breath of fresh air. Baseball. Record Store Day. Game of Thrones. There's just enough there to distract oneself.
Everyone I talk to seems to be getting super excited about barbecue as well. I don't have the heart to tell most of them that I've barbecued weekly on average all winter long, with only January really hurting my grill patterns. But I appreciate all their enthusiasm.
The sunny, warm forecast this week has me almost even believing that work near the core of Toronto this week will be a delight, and go off without issue. No budget for hotels, or food really, but still, will be sunshine and rainbows (except for the commute, which will suck no matter what).
The Jays lost on home opener day, again. That also seems like a sure sign of spring. Of course, many Jays fans lost before the game had even begun, standing in massive lines in the rain awaiting 'security' scans which likely were about as effective as the 'scared to offend' courtesy patdowns of yesteryear, and only really effective in backing up large crowds of people outside the venue. Anyone really wanting to attack wouldn't even need to pay for admission.
A friend posted an interesting link this week on death statistics. Note in particular the comparison chart near the bottom of the article. While it seems to miss a lot of non-cancer disease, it still manages to highlight the absurdity of the emphasis we place on 'security'. I'm curious to see what, if any backlash will come out of this, or if we can just expect cavity searches next year to gain entry to ball parks. Hell, maybe if they train the staff well enough, you can build in your yearly exams at the same time. You know, bring health care and policing together in one happy place. Huge tax savings.
Right, back to spring. Breath of fresh air. Baseball. Record Store Day. Game of Thrones. There's just enough there to distract oneself.
April 05, 2015
Row Over a Row
Early in the winter, I decided that a rowing machine would probably get a lot more use than our failing treadmill, and offer more of a full body workout, all while allowing me to watch a couple shows, or some sports.
In March, true to form, I finally pulled the trigger on buying a machine, well rated all across the interwebs, but a little more expensive than I might have opted for, had I not screwed up my first rough run through of my tax return. In the end though, I'm glad I paid the premium. Despite a technical issue still keeping me from logging my workouts to a flash drive properly, the company has a well organized website, a great community of users on the workout log portal, and has been very prompt and engaging in trying to work out the USB drive issue, though through an increasing e-mail chain.
Maybe its still the newness of it, but I've also managed to log my target average of 20km per week, except for the week I had the flu, despite an accelerating field work schedule. And now baseball is starting for real, which should mean easy, distracted workouts while watching games on the 'off' days.
If I keep up the pace, the machine will have paid off the equivalent of a gym membership by the time the Jays baseball season is done (in early November...instead of early September this year) and hopefully will still be whooshing right along. Hell, I might even be fit by then!
In March, true to form, I finally pulled the trigger on buying a machine, well rated all across the interwebs, but a little more expensive than I might have opted for, had I not screwed up my first rough run through of my tax return. In the end though, I'm glad I paid the premium. Despite a technical issue still keeping me from logging my workouts to a flash drive properly, the company has a well organized website, a great community of users on the workout log portal, and has been very prompt and engaging in trying to work out the USB drive issue, though through an increasing e-mail chain.
Maybe its still the newness of it, but I've also managed to log my target average of 20km per week, except for the week I had the flu, despite an accelerating field work schedule. And now baseball is starting for real, which should mean easy, distracted workouts while watching games on the 'off' days.
If I keep up the pace, the machine will have paid off the equivalent of a gym membership by the time the Jays baseball season is done (in early November...instead of early September this year) and hopefully will still be whooshing right along. Hell, I might even be fit by then!
March 10, 2015
Number 9, Number 9, Number 9
Forecast high of 9 degrees metric tomorrow. 282 SI. All positive daytime highs in the 7 day forecast. The deck has been partially shoveled clear to facilitate barbecuing, which has occurred infrequently all winter, but will definitely be increased during this glimpse at the spring.
Went out to one of the local restaurants whose focus is a large selection of delicious beers with some friends tonight. One of my cousins is also a server there. Laughs were had, delicious venison burgers were consumed. And after a couple pints, and a meal, after a full day in the office, the sun was still up.
Daylight savings time. I know its antiquated, and mostly unjustified, so, lets just switch to it full time and have light later into the evening all the time. I'd put money on it helping SADs too, with people actually able to experience daylight after a workday indoors, shift work aside.
Alas, I should be thinking about sleep, but I'm an hour behind. Luckily, I escape the office tomorrow and can let sunshine and 9 degrees carry me through. ...9. Good Night.
Went out to one of the local restaurants whose focus is a large selection of delicious beers with some friends tonight. One of my cousins is also a server there. Laughs were had, delicious venison burgers were consumed. And after a couple pints, and a meal, after a full day in the office, the sun was still up.
Daylight savings time. I know its antiquated, and mostly unjustified, so, lets just switch to it full time and have light later into the evening all the time. I'd put money on it helping SADs too, with people actually able to experience daylight after a workday indoors, shift work aside.
Alas, I should be thinking about sleep, but I'm an hour behind. Luckily, I escape the office tomorrow and can let sunshine and 9 degrees carry me through. ...9. Good Night.
February 25, 2015
Well, I'm Still Here
I grew up here.
I grew up loving here.
I even grew up loving winters here.
I still love here.
But the winters are killing me.
Mentally and physically.
No drive to go outside after the work day's done.
Too sore and tired to follow any exercise regimen to get myself back in shape.
And guilty that my problems are much less than many others', but still I bitch.
Is it time to find an escape from here?
There goes the optimistic light I wanted to cast around here.
I grew up loving here.
I even grew up loving winters here.
I still love here.
But the winters are killing me.
Mentally and physically.
No drive to go outside after the work day's done.
Too sore and tired to follow any exercise regimen to get myself back in shape.
And guilty that my problems are much less than many others', but still I bitch.
Is it time to find an escape from here?
There goes the optimistic light I wanted to cast around here.
February 20, 2015
Stay Frosty
And I thought last winter was about as bad as it could get. Granted, we've been spared the longer duration deep freezes we had last winter, but this week was one of the deepest ones in Southern Ontario recorded records. And some of the meteorological models are predicting more below average temps well into March.
This winter has already been long enough for working outdoors. With field schedules taking off in March, I'm less than enthused. Hell, I had a near meltdown in the field the first week back from the x-mas holidays already.
But, I got our hotel booked for the Boston excursion in the summer, nearly $50 'occupancy tax' and all (I'm sorry, taxing someone for visiting your city and staying in one of your hotels?). And I also secured tickets to Jose Bautista bobblehead day in April. Which reminds me, I still need to make plans with a certain blogger to meet up for some drinks and collect the ceramic Buerhuehuele bobbler she so graciously picked up for me last summer.
Pitchers and catchers report, officially, to spring training on Monday, and my fantasy baseball leagues are up and running, with the perennial search for replacement managers begun. That means there's light at the end of this polar express. Lets just hope its not the train coming the other way.
This winter has already been long enough for working outdoors. With field schedules taking off in March, I'm less than enthused. Hell, I had a near meltdown in the field the first week back from the x-mas holidays already.
But, I got our hotel booked for the Boston excursion in the summer, nearly $50 'occupancy tax' and all (I'm sorry, taxing someone for visiting your city and staying in one of your hotels?). And I also secured tickets to Jose Bautista bobblehead day in April. Which reminds me, I still need to make plans with a certain blogger to meet up for some drinks and collect the ceramic Buerhuehuele bobbler she so graciously picked up for me last summer.
Pitchers and catchers report, officially, to spring training on Monday, and my fantasy baseball leagues are up and running, with the perennial search for replacement managers begun. That means there's light at the end of this polar express. Lets just hope its not the train coming the other way.
January 30, 2015
Winter Bitters
As tiresome, miserable, and uncharacteristically busy, for the winter, as my schedule has been at work, its already the end of January. The schedule is finally seeing some relief, just in time for the start of my first credited course in...7 years?? Speaking of time flying.
Anyway, Superbowl has rushed up already, and while I haven't cared this little about the game in a while (maybe its Tom Brady's soft balls turning me off?), I'll actually be able to relax and enjoy it this year, without angst about my team, or being a good host. Those two things tend not to go hand in hand anyway. The angst, and the hosting; not Tom Brady's balls.
I also finally got around to watching the Sonic Highways specials, which were pretty good, though sometimes all over the place in the story-telling, which Sound City did a much better job with. There's been somewhat of a Foo Fighters/all things Dave Grohl binge around here since Carolyn trumped my birthday gift idea for her, Foo Fighters in Toronto tickets, with, obviously superior, Foo Fighters at Fenway Park tickets for my own birthday.
Unfortunately the All Star Game is the week of the concert (likely the reason Fenway is free in July for a show), and the Red Sox only play the weekend before and the weekend after, so we won't get to see any actual baseball. But I'm still hoping we can take a tour and have some fried chicken and beer in the clubhouse. We may also work in a half day stop at Cooperstown either on the drive there or back, which surely atones for not seeing a game at Fenway. Right?
There also seem to be more than a few craft breweries through upstate New York and Massachewsits. Needless to say, it should be a great trip. And the planning is welcome positive distraction to get me through my winter bitterness, along with some timely winter bitters releases from the local craft breweries.
Now I just need to find a new birthday gift idea in the next month.
Anyway, Superbowl has rushed up already, and while I haven't cared this little about the game in a while (maybe its Tom Brady's soft balls turning me off?), I'll actually be able to relax and enjoy it this year, without angst about my team, or being a good host. Those two things tend not to go hand in hand anyway. The angst, and the hosting; not Tom Brady's balls.
I also finally got around to watching the Sonic Highways specials, which were pretty good, though sometimes all over the place in the story-telling, which Sound City did a much better job with. There's been somewhat of a Foo Fighters/all things Dave Grohl binge around here since Carolyn trumped my birthday gift idea for her, Foo Fighters in Toronto tickets, with, obviously superior, Foo Fighters at Fenway Park tickets for my own birthday.
Unfortunately the All Star Game is the week of the concert (likely the reason Fenway is free in July for a show), and the Red Sox only play the weekend before and the weekend after, so we won't get to see any actual baseball. But I'm still hoping we can take a tour and have some fried chicken and beer in the clubhouse. We may also work in a half day stop at Cooperstown either on the drive there or back, which surely atones for not seeing a game at Fenway. Right?
There also seem to be more than a few craft breweries through upstate New York and Massachewsits. Needless to say, it should be a great trip. And the planning is welcome positive distraction to get me through my winter bitterness, along with some timely winter bitters releases from the local craft breweries.
Now I just need to find a new birthday gift idea in the next month.
January 25, 2015
January 18, 2015
And We're Back, Again.
I was at my best when I was regularly reading other people's contributions to this series of tubes. Whimsical, topical, funny, snarky, it didn't matter. I was exploring and reading new things. Reading. Not reacting to 140 character snippets. I'll still do that. It will take time for me to grow out of short, snippy statements. Clearly.
If nothing else, posting again will serve as distraction. There will be added impetus for photography to fill this intentionally minimal theme, unmolested by my wanting to tweak scripts and colour codes. At best, I'll be using all of my letters and words again, and feeling less of an idiot in all its synonymous forms.
When I was minimally creative before, I was looking for new stories, unique experience. I've been hijacked into the same old story, and unchanging experience. At some point, I started living to work, despite my lifelong admonition for 'those kind' of people.
But now, an application in to start taking some courses again, if only to a minimal certificate program, and forcing myself to become re-engaged. I intend to get back to as many of the things as I can when I was still sarcastic and pessimistic, but, un-jaded. We'll see how long this lasts.
Post script
For former or continuing followers, you might notice there are about 5 years of posts missing. Believe me, its not self censorship of any kind. Those posts suffered from my ego, and my thinking I could host a site better than a Wordpress or Blogger. Cloud computing? Redundancy? For the birds. At least I stayed mostly faithful to Flickr in the interim.
/Post script
If nothing else, posting again will serve as distraction. There will be added impetus for photography to fill this intentionally minimal theme, unmolested by my wanting to tweak scripts and colour codes. At best, I'll be using all of my letters and words again, and feeling less of an idiot in all its synonymous forms.
When I was minimally creative before, I was looking for new stories, unique experience. I've been hijacked into the same old story, and unchanging experience. At some point, I started living to work, despite my lifelong admonition for 'those kind' of people.
But now, an application in to start taking some courses again, if only to a minimal certificate program, and forcing myself to become re-engaged. I intend to get back to as many of the things as I can when I was still sarcastic and pessimistic, but, un-jaded. We'll see how long this lasts.
Post script
For former or continuing followers, you might notice there are about 5 years of posts missing. Believe me, its not self censorship of any kind. Those posts suffered from my ego, and my thinking I could host a site better than a Wordpress or Blogger. Cloud computing? Redundancy? For the birds. At least I stayed mostly faithful to Flickr in the interim.
/Post script
January 11, 2009
Double Oh Nine
True to most New Years around here, it was rung in with an oil fondue, some drinks, and some games. It was so laid back in fact that the 'new year' rang in in the middle of a round of Scattergories which none of us were really willing to interrupt for the sake of watching some balls drop.In fact, by the time midnight rolled around, the majority of us were still too overstuffed from dinner to enjoy a glass of cheap champagne, or cake. Amazingly, with all the experimentation with foods in hot oil (apparently deep-fried deviled eggs aren't bad; '..I'd deep fry a salad if I could'), no-one ended up violently ill. The whole holiday season in fact was pretty amazing in its lack of hangovers which I can't claim to have accomplished in probably the last 10 years, granting that it doesn't take much when you're 15.
As usual, I've set no resolutions for myself based on New Years, as I could just as arbitrarily pick any other day of the year to commit myself to a promise I won't keep.
A broken boiler pump on our 65 year old heating system, and a couple computers to build and set up for my buddies' dad has kept me conveniently distracted from those goals so far. I'm not complaining. They've each had their rewards, the case of beer from the latter hopefully going a long way in getting me through the writing and editing of one of those goals.Clearly that goal isn't this post.
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