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March 1, 2003

About the Rabbit Costume

It's kind of funny as it is a wedding present from my wife. Nothing kinky or too sexual behind the whole idea. I have always loved rabbits. Many years ago I said that if I had a full piece bunny costume I would wear it... Obviously, the idea stuck in my wife's mind because nearly ten years later she surprised me with it during our wedding reception.The picture on the home page was taken during my first trial run at a party. It was quite popular indeed as lots of people wanted to have their picture taken with me.

The Joy of School

I'm still recovering from exam week. One more exam to go next week. I'm taking six courses right now, which is quite a course load from what others folks say ... well, actually their jaws drop when I tell them... I figured that I would do a stint at school time full time before going back to work... This is going to be a pretty crazy year with job, house and baby all potential candidates...

Not many left...

With his passing Mr. Rogers joins Mr. Dressup and The Friendly Giant here in Canada as childhood heroes and friends who have moved on to the next life. There aren't many of my childhood heroes left. I enjoyed watching all of them as well as Captain Kangaroo and Mr. Greenjeans (who is also no longer) and of course the Moose, who was wonderfully conniving. Luckily, Pee Wee Herman has a while to go...

March 2, 2003

The fork(s) in the road...

Back in 1995/1996, I was part of a pilot project for high-speed net access in the dorms at Laval University. I saw it as an opportunity to learn a lot of stuff about the Internet. Subsequently, after learning HTML, doing some ops on IRC, helping out in comp.sys.mac.* newsgroups and running a pirate billboard, I developed a website (hosted on my mac with MacHTTP) devoted to a graphics technology developed by Apple called QuickDraw GX. The website was originally set up to do three things: 1) provide an inventory of applications, fonts and printer drivers that took advantage of the technology; 2) provide explanations to average end-users of how the technology worked and why it was beneficial; and 3) provide regular updates to site visitors on product news, updates and developments. This last one was in effect a weblog (remember that this is 7-8 years ago!).

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March 3, 2003

The clock is ticking...

With the return to school after exams last week, the second half of the school term is well under way. The clock is ticking louder for me to find a job. I have a couple of opportunities that I am looking at right now, each with its own advantages.

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March 12, 2003

Oof.

The weight of the school term has really hit me in the last couple of days. For those of you just joining us, I am taking six courses, while looking for a job, wanting to buy a house, and attempting to start a family with my wife. My plate is full.

My energy level is at the lowest I have ever seen it. I am completely exhausted. At the same time, I have a number of assignments due in the next few weeks. Followed by final exams a few weeks later. My midterms went (in the following order) - bad, so-so, and pretty good; a fourth result is due tonight. I have a lot of ground to cover in the next few weeks.

It's my grave and I dug it. Digging out is going to require superhuman energy and, most of all, discipline. This means two things: no WarCraft III and a lot less blogging. And it's not like I had a lot of quality time to speak of any ways.

Keep your fingers crossed.

April 4, 2003

Solace for the lost years

From 1983 to 1988, I lived in Fredericton, NB, probably the most snobbish city I have ever visited, though one wonders why ... Even today, I still have a love-hate relationship with the Maritimes (with the exception of Moncton) - more on this some other time...

One of the things that made by sojourn there less painful during the first two friend-free years was watching cheesy Kung Fu movies on the local CBC affiliate. These ran around midnight on Friday night. I particularly liked the ones where people would fly through the air and jump up 2-3 stories. One of my favorite movies was one where a guy takes a sword and slits another one straight down the middle, splitting the fellow in half. Hehe.

In the intervening 15 years since I moved away from New Brunswick, my exposure to Kung Fu movies has been sporadic at best. Upon moving to Montreal, I worked at a place where a colleague hooked me up with almost a dozen copies of various kung fu movies, including the most excellent Once Upon A Time In China series with Jet Li. That was five years ago now.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and Iron Monkey aside, I have not seen enough fight flicks in the intervening years. Hence my excitement when Videotron finally provided us with Drive-In Classics, a specialty channel dedicated to B-movies and about the only thing that Moses Znaimer has done in the last few years that doesn't leave me wanting... (I hate that new VR, CityTV wobbly camera interview look ... aarrgghh!!!!) The free preview is running out in a few weeks so I had better find a job so I can pay for it. :)

BTW, though likely to be cheese, I'll probably go see it anyway.

(PS: Fist of Fury III ends with Bruce Li (not Lee) sticking tooth picks in the baddie's eyes but leaving him alive. Oh well. What else to do but seppeku.)

PPS: Now starting: Fists of Vengeance. Be still my beating heart. Kung Bun and Bruce Le (not Lee or Li). Oh joy. ;-)

April 8, 2003

What is a blog?

Some of my friends asked me today what the purpose of a blog is. They had apparently followed the spam message I sent out on the weekend and found the posting funny.

A blog can really by anything you want it to be. The word blog is a shortened version of Web Log. This blog is designed to be a mish-mash of what I am thinking about (opinions, thoughts, ramblings, etc.), what I saw go by, etc. Occasionally, I will bring a little bit of gonzo journalism to the table, in honour of the great Hunter S. Thompson.

In some ways, this blog is like a personal diary, except that I am sharing it with you. I can either wait to write my autobiography when I am 70 or I can do it now! It's also useful for updating friends and family since I have a hard time calling everyone I should... I try to update it everyday but may be overwhelmed by events.

I hope that you learn more about me and that I can show you interesting things going on in your neighborhood and around the world as well. In return, I wold appreciate it if you would leave your comments every once in a while. Let me know what you think, etc.

See ya.

A brand new day...

Not in that Celine Dion sort of way... Handed in my MIS term project today. Got that over with. Have a presentation this evening along with a paper to hand in. And then I'm done (aside from the usual boring macroeconomics class from 8:30PM until 11Pm—that means I get home at midnight ... Uggh.

And then we begin the big the sprint to the end with exams in 3 weeks. I am feeling much more confident this time around. It's just a matter of being as efficient as possible with the time I have. Discipline wins championships. It also means going to bed early, instead of at 2am, as last night's entries testify.

Things to do today include: grocery shopping; checking up on my dog (Senor Japitou); relaying the info to his mother. 'Nuff said.

April 9, 2003

On the meaning of HCW™

Some of you may be wondering where the name Hot Chick Wife™ (HCW™) comes from and why I use it to refer to my wife, Marie-Claude.

HCW™ is a reference to the word chicks which gets a lot of play in the movie 'Dude, where's my car?', a true stoner classic. In it, there are some space alien women. Everytime someone calls them 'guys' (as in 'Hey Guys!'as many people are apt to do using everyday vernacular), the space women say, in unison:

"We are not guys. We are hot chicks. If you give us the continuum transfunctioner, we will give you erotic pleasure."

HCW™ has watched the movie and heard me laugh through it numerous times. And that excerpt tended to stick in our minds. (I also call her Hot Chicks when I walk in the door as in Hey Hey Hot Chicks!). She thinks I'm weird and that's OK. It's just one of the way we laugh a lot together and have fun.

In some other column, I'll talk about the other word play fun that my wife and I have pretty much everyday. Remember that English is not her native tongue. Who wouldn't want to have just a little fun with a girl who called her cat Pussy? Hehe.

PS: I actually have dozens of nicknames for HCW™ and am inventing new ones all the time. She thinks that is weird too but loves me nonetheless.
PPS: The continuum transfunctioner is a very powerful and mysterious device whose mystery is exceeded only by its power.
PPPS: My friend Zahoor (Z-Money) in the MBA gave me back my copy of Pootie Tang on DVD. Sa-da-tay my damie!

Wayback track from wayback

On my lunch hour right now (which explains why I am not studying Finance just yet), I came across a link to archive.org. I knew about this site (formerly part of the company that produced the Alexa tool for rating web sites) but had never been. I followed a link and it took me there. Just by chance, I thought i would search on the web site that gave me a start in the software industry the QuickDraw GX Fan Club, which I had developed as a resource to promote a really cool graphics technology at Apple Computer.

I started the web site in my dorm room back in 1995. A year later, I got my first job working for a company that developed animation software. And not long after that, Apple paid for a domain name where I hosted the site. You can check out the home page of gxfanclub.com here. Though none of the other links work, you can see the home page design. I did all of the graphics and the text on the site. (I actually didn't have a copy of the site anymore, so I will get a copy now.)

(Unfortunately, Apple later killed the technology. Following up on my entry the other day explaining how I tend to take wrong turns in life... for a while there, every company I worked for was getting its technology killed —and quite publicly—by Apple. Oh well. Great memories anyways.

April 24, 2003

Yowza... a close call

Just made it out of my economics exam about an hour ago. Still trying to come down from that. First things first, I thought the exam was at 6PM, so I went out for lunch, figuring I could keep studying after. Knowing me (since I am me), I thought I would check the exam schedule one last time, just in case. Lo and behold (not to be confused with Ho and Reload... hehe), the exam was at 2PM; it was now 1PM. Now before you start freaking out dear reader, know this. I was well prepared for this exam. Hell, I didn't even break a sweat in the intervening hour.

Arriving at school 5 minutes before the exam started, I went to the can. I was greeted with stories of some evil exam supervisor who was refusing to let us use the washroom during the exam. No problem, I'll just make sure I go to the can right the first time.

Entering the classroom I was assailed by an older-type fat chick. Shades of one of the lunchroom supervisors at my elementary school over 20 years ago ! And since I have been taking That Gingko Shit™ in the last couple of days, my memory has perked up through the roof and I can tell you that that heathen's name was Mrs. Angevine (which happened to rhyme with bovine). The same one who confiscated my red licorice once (when I was 9 or 10) because the other kids didn't have any. WTF !?! Viva la revolucion ! Socialismo o muerto!...

Not only was this supervisor not allowing us to use the john during the exam, but she had also banned calculators (in an economics exam !!!) and drinks. Now I was frazzled. But the worst was yet to come.

Upon receiving the exam, I noticed that the first question was a sucker punch from hell ! I was freaking out big time. This one evil question - which NO ONE had ever seen before - was worth a full 20% of the mark. Which means that one didn't have room to screw up ANYWHERE else. Especially, if like many others you were counting on this exam to pass... I was freaking out (did I say that already ?) After the exam, many of my classmates remarked that I had seemed quite stressed indeed.

Anyhoo, long story short, I was able to do the other 80% of the exam pretty well - did I say that I knew the material - and took a decent crack at the question from hell as well. My prof actually joined us during the exam, we were allowed to use calculators, and I was able to go to the can as well which also helped.

Time will tell, but I think everything will be OK. However, it's not the kind of thing you want to happen to you when you are tripping on That Gingko Shit™ and haven't been able to sleep for 3 nights running ... Be still my beating heart. :)

One down. Three to go. Many of my other classmates are already depressed about this upcoming exam or that. Gotta keep focussed and gotta keep popping the Gingko. Is three times a day-the instruction on the bottle-a hard number or an average over time ? :)

'Nuff said.

May 1, 2003

Where do I start.

When we last left off, your roving reporter had almost got his ass handed to him in the Micro exam from Hell. It probably took a good 12-24 hours for the stress to come down. Right smack in the middle of my flu as well.

Must have been around Friday when I read a BusinessWeek article that questioned the effects of herbal supplements. That knocked the wind out of any efforts to leverage That Ginkgo Shit™ to glorious effect. Must have been the placebo effect until then (though I was so tired I actually talked about having felt the placenta effect). From then on no matter how much of the TGS I took, I still felt lethargic. My weekend was dominated by 10-12 hour days at the library as I prepared for my remaining three exams. Overall, studying went well, though I was worried I might not have had enough time. I also managed to finally finish WarCraft III to the relief of Hot Chick Wife™ after having put about 60 hours into it.

On to Monday. That evening I had my Finance exam. I felt confident going into it, though that confidence would prove extremely short-lived. Exam starts, and truth be told, I choke. I draw a complete blank. I didn't remember a thing and had no idea where to start. I didn't know where to start and became quite anxious-in my mind, this was a make-or-break situation. My face became redder than my friend Duc Huy when he drinks beer (he is allergic to alcohol) and my neck and back were sore from all of the tension-causing stress coursing through my body.

In truth, my experience during the Micro exam the previous week had freaked me out. That exam actually served to compound a worry that had carried over from the mid-terms. Then I had received very poor results in 3 courses-in spite of heavy studying-and was beginning to question my abilities. The fact that those three mid-terms occurred in less 24 hours didn't help, but I digress. Thus I found myself heading in to the finals with a great deal of apprehension and pressure to make it through 3 'make or break' exam situations. The Micro final frazzled me, though I was able to recover and do OK. Finance was a different matter.

The key to surviving tough exams is being able to change the momentum in your favour. Memory blank in hand, I started with the multiple choice and definition questions. This allowed me to start to build some confidence. Then I moved on to the meat of the exam. A closer look revealed a number of fairly obscure questions having to deal with ratios (The Dupont System). Funny thing, I actually knew how to do them as I had memorized them all before going off to school that day. I got those out of the way and began to troll for other low hanging fruit and found some other doable ones. Throw in a bathroom break for good measure (allows me to collect myself) and I was on my way; I had the momentum in my favour. In the end, things worked out pretty well. I was able to answer 85% of the tough stuff and all of the easy stuff. I think I will do OK.

Tuesday. Macro exam on the menu for the evening. Another course where my mid-term had sucked. Actually sucked is a harsh word. My prof is a notoriously hard marker and macroeconomics is all about being precise in your words; he also doesn't give partial marks very easily. This was the third part of the gauntlet (the three exams that could sink me) I had to run during exams. This worked out pretty well. Turns out that i studied just right. I was able to complete the whole exam and never once drew a blank or panicked. I had vowed not to repeat the experience of the night before and so I did not. Seems easy, hunh?

Wednesday. Last exam. Thank goodness. Running out of gas and no discernible effect from my Ginkgo popping. Limping to the finish line. It all ends here. My 6-course term, my odyssey of fun and fatigue. I went into the exam tied with the highest mark in the class. It was mine to lose. This exam was more about management theory than good old fashioned hardware and software, so I had to study a bit harder. Still found time to walk the dog and play some video games. And then it was on to doing my taxes.

And now it's over. My return to school full-time. I knew it would be tough and it would hurt at times. In some ways it was worse than I thought, and in some ways not. I haven't seen the last 4 months go by at all. On the other hand, I have exorcised some demons that have haunted me since my undergrad, and that's definitely a good thing.

Now what.

With classes over and exams done, the routine that has characterized my life for the last 4 months has come to an end. With any luck, the one that has characterized my life for almost the last year is coming to an end as well. I had a 2nd job interview on Friday. It went well. With any luck, I should have a job offer by this Friday at the latest. And would start work soon after. Otherwise, it's back to the drawing board.

In any case, I plan to take the rest of this week as well as all of next week off. This means I have to find stuff to do. Assuming that I can get over my post-exam exhaustion and lethargy, I plan to do a lot of catching up on my reading. I have at least 5 magazines to read this week alone -until the next batch arrive. And I would like to make some headway on a book - in case my upcoming birthday brings more. I also want to catch up on all the articles I have snipped from the numerous web sites I visit everyday.

I also plan to watch some movies. I treated myself to Austin Powers III as a gift yesterday. Yeah, baby, yeah. Will watch that sometime soon. I watched Grosse Pointe Blank this morning. One of my favourite John Cusack movies, though I think I'll have to go with High Fidelity as his best.

And I want to get back in shape. The pace of the last couple of weeks has kept me from working out. I also want to pull my bike out of the basement and tune it up. The job I applied on has offices within easy biking distance.

The key word is rest and relaxation though. Something I often find hard to do well. I find it stressful to not have anything to keep my busy. Have to change my way of thinking.

June 14, 2003

How now brown cow ?

You may have noticed faithful reader that I have not updated this site for two weeks. This was caused by ongoing computer problems and a general fatigue voir burnout... it didn't help that I spent at least two days during the last two weekends just to rebuild my Mac.

It's also due to the fact that I still haven't hit my stride in terms of routine. Though I am getting much closer. I still haven't figured out a way to integrate my blogging and working out into my routine. These are the last pieces in the puzzle. Hopefully should be in my routine by the end of this week.

In other news, I killed one of my two remaining summer courses—which would have meant school 4 nights a week—so as to enjoy the summer more. I'll end up taking three courses this fall. Ugh. Still aiming for blast off in June 2004.

Two weeks have gone by...

since I last posted to HappyHappyDonut... how can that be ? Where has the time gone ? Where was I when this happened?

Let me recap then. Birthday being a Tuesday, expectations were low. Ended up going out for a nice supper with HCW™ and my dog's girlfriend's parents (sound nicer when I say it in English ...) We guys went to see The Matrix Reloaded (second time in four days for me) while the chicks went to see Down With Love, a regular chick-flick. Went to bed quite late. Uggh. Not recommended when you have started a new job.

The rest of the week was tranquil. The day after my birthday, I wore my new Arsenal shirt (worth clicking the link!) to class. Macked out like crazy.

Fast forward to Saturday. HCW™ had invited me out for a second birthday supper. Wakamono, a nice sushi place on Mont-Royal Ave. Good old drum-n-bass in a contemporary setting with nice fresh sushi to boot. Get to the restaurant and the waitress places us. For some strange reason she heads towards the smoking section instead of the non-smoking one where there were still tables for 2 free. At some point while I was asking myself why the hell we were heading that way, I began to realize that a whole bunch of my friends from the MBA as well as a couple who had made the trek from Quebec City were at the table already. HCW™ had set me up!!!! It was a surprise party and boy was I surprised. Nic D. and Anne D., Dan–O and Bri, Ti–Guy and Claudie as well as CFD and NaDine, who had made the trek from La Capitale de La Belle Province. What fun!

After a great 3 hours together or more, some of us decided to head off to Crescent where we boogied down to some 80s music. Shudder. (I would have prefered some good old techno trance but hey, HCW™ digs the 80s stuff. It was nice to see her out dancing. Our neighbor from upstairs came out and joined us as well. Cool.

The next day all hell broke loose. My PowerBook went boom. More precisely, it began to crash like crazy. I spent 7–8 hours reinstalling the whole thing.

The followng week was pretty quiet. Did a team presentation. Went well. As if on cue though, once the class was over, the prof whored himself to our guest. Since we weren't pimping our employers enough, he took the initiative. Oh well. On the upside, the course is turning out to be quite a vacation. No exam. Only a hand–in paper in two weeks time.

The following weekend, more hell broke loose. PowerBook screwed up big time. Spent another 7–8 hours reinstalling it. Backing up over my home network, reinstalling and copying everything abck. What pain. I just ordered a new FireWire drive which will seriously kick the ass of my home network the next time I have to reinstall.

Spent this past week at work redoing the whole darn website. It had gathered a lot of dust ... talk about menial labour. Glad that's over. Wednesday, I was invited to an event for the new grads (include Dan-O.). I made up a series of posters with images from school events over the past year. Folks seemed to like out. Must have been the weather, but I was tempted to go party. Ended up having a good 6 glasses of wine at the reception, followed by an evil number of glasses of draft beer at a bar on Crescent. We finally ended up getting kicked off of the terrace because Snapperhead from Winnipeg (missing the Viscount?) threw a pita at a parked car and the other patrons were getting sick of him calling everyone, particularly guys, 'bitch'. The violent drunk, who tends to binge à la Leaving Las Vegas every time he is near alcohol, got what he deserved.

Next day I didn't feel too well. Though better than the time I felt in Austin the morning after partying like crazy on Sixth Street. (Though I hadn't seen the Bush twins, I did manage to have a pretty good time. And nobody knows, not even me, how I got back to my hotel that night... the beer goggles were pretty thick, that's all I can say.) In some ways that was a good thing as the day would only get worse. Round about noon, my faithful PowerBook started acting up like crazy. The motherboard was basically fritzing out with lots of horizontal lines on screen. Ended up dropping it off at the repair shop. They won't even take a look at it until Wednesday which means I am likely without my 'Book for the next three weeks. :-(

I guess I'll have to get used to using my slower desktop computer at home. No hanging out and blogging from the couch for a couple of weeks at least. Quel changement and so much for the digital lifestyle ! What's the bloody use of using my cell phone to control PowerPoint from my desktop computer ?

What else ? Hmm. Watched snippets from the classic "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back" a number of times in the last couple of weeks. Watched an "Evening with Kevin Smith" as well, which was quite insightful. Went to be late last night, almost stayed up even later to watch "Dude, where's my car ?"...

'Nuff said. I'm off to bed. Baby–making starts up again this week so I have to get my sleep. Ka-ching! :)

June 15, 2003

If I had the time...

I would set up another web site. This one, which I would call EconomistWatch.com or TheEconomistWatch.com, (both domains are currently free) would be devoted to keeping an eye on The Economist magazine. And Lord knows they need it. :) I would track new words and expressions that tend to crop up from time to time and that tend to get overused. Some recent examples I have noticed include:

  • shambolic
  • slog
  • punch above your weight

I would also track spelling mistakes and other odd information. I could see the site eventually growing into discussions of all things Economist with a worldwide audience. (Maybe my friend CFD will offer to let me set it up on his server ... :) I'd pay for the domain name.

What fun !

Speaking of my favorite newsweekly, I might end up participating in the Economist Business Challenge competition again this year. Apparently, there haven't been enough people coming out to the school meetings to practice.

I have been reading the Economist cover-to-cover as usual, but it would mean that I have to get back to that active thinking / active kind of memory state I was in last fall before my six–course session from hell. That's the hard part. Actually that's the easy part. The hard part is getting HCW™'s permission again. Oops. 'Nuff said.

PS: Happy Father's Day to all you fathers out there (those existing ones and those stuck in the babymaking process like yours truly). A special one out to my pops!

PPS: This guy has a cool site devoted to TV ads from the 80s.

PPS: On the subject of "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back", Chris Rock's cameo has to be one of the coolest ones ever in any movie.

June 20, 2003

Quelle semaine!!!

If it wasn't going to class, it was shopping for a new car. The lease on the Jetta is up next month and we have to replace it. This is turning out to be the first big joint project between me and HCW™ since we got married.

In the old days, things were simpler. If you wanted a say, you put your money where mouth was, which tended to cut discussions short. Now, one has to be willing to compromise.

So here we find ourselves looking for something that can hold a huge dog as well as a couple of future children, while at the same time not being a disgusting mini-van or a squirrel–killing, high–center–of–gravity, other-car trashing, gas–guzzling, environmental monster of a SUV. Which doesn't leave much out there.

Oh how I pine for the days when I would take my Dad's 1978 Buick Estate Wagon to school or to the occasional weekend party or drive–in. Burgundy with wood panelling and a third seat that folded up in the back so that you could stick your tongue out at cars behind, it was affectionately known as the shaggin' wagon by me and my friends, and was the source of a lot of good high–school memories:

  • My friends scoring in the back while those of us up front watched a drive–in movie in ignorant bliss. Yes, I was surprised after the fact.
  • Piling 6–7 people into the car, with four of us having the same birthday, heading to an Irving gas station and getting four free car washes in a row (they're free on your birthday). Could it be the basis for a movie called Things To Do In Fredericton When You're Living (as opposed to Things to Do In Denver When You're Dead)? Maybe Andy Garcia could play me...
  • Driving into a ditch in the middle of winter—the road was plowed wider then it was; I was stone cold sober—after having made out with a girlfriend after a school ball; my dad had to come and get us a couple of clicks into the woods and then drive her home... one of those father–son moments I guess...hehe

In my immediate group of friends, three of us had access to (were blessed with?) station wagons. Steve had a green Oldsmobile wagon with wood paneling, affectionately called the Shaggin' Wagon II; while Shannon's car was known as the Doobaru for reasons I will not go into here, though I remember sitting outside of it for long periods while smoke and giggles emanated from inside. Which is one of the reasons I chuckled when we test–drove a Subaru Outback on Tuesday.

One of the highlights of the week was eating my first ever Krispy Kreme doughnut (or it donut?). I had actually hesitated a long time before even eating one. I don't know why. I saw them quite frequently down in South Carolina during our honeymoon and my mini–vacation from the previous year. Maybe I found them too mysterious. I think I always associated them with the Bill Clinton–like character played by John Travolta in Primary Colors, which was a great movie about politics and sex and everything in between. Other good movies in the genre are Wag The Dog and Bob Roberts, which features one of my favorite actors, the multi–talented Tim Robbins, who starred in Robert Altman's The Player, which is a great movie about Hollywood (ranking alongside other great movies about Hollywood and the movies like Burn Hollywood Burn (directed by the prolific Alan Smithee) and Living In Oblivion, which features the lovable and cuddly Steve Buscemi (I'm not gay, I'm just exaggerating...) for whom I might dedicate a web site one day.

Movies of course brings us back to drive–ins which brings us back to cars. Kinda neat how that worked out. :-) 'Nuff said.

July 4, 2003

Harassment

I recently received a fairly dastardly phone call from my dog's mother–in–law (MIL®) protesting on a number of accounts. Being the good lawyer that she is, the mother–in–law in question (the MIL®) called me and left a message on my answering machine where she could be sure I would eventually erase it, rather than write it here on my web site for all of us to see the folly of her ways. No problem, I'll get even. I'll take her boyfriend out to see the strippers. hehe ;-)

First, she took issue with my criticisms of SUV owners. I didn't catch all of her tirade as I quickly tuned her out while listening to her message (as I usually do with her in person.) Considering that she just recently purchased a gas–guzzling, pollution–belching squirrel–killer, I guess she felt targeted. Never crossed my mind. Scout's honour. And because this is such a wonderful country, she gets to write the lease off on her taxes. Our tax dollars are paying for her squirrel elimination efforts as she commutes in from the suburbs—don't get me started—every morning. Is there no justice in this world?

The MIL® also took issue with the fact that I described her dog as the 'big black girlfriend' of my dog. Apparently, she found this to be pejorative. Whereas, in fact, the dog in question–La Toupette in French, Vicki Donut in English—is indeed black. She is also utterly huge, outweighing my dog by a good 50lbs. And thirdly, she is my dog's girlfriend. So where is the problem?

But alas my dog's MIL® is a lawyer. (I suspect she may be she one of those lawyers who is paid by the page and I am just not getting it.) And when they aren't busy bilking the system, they are coming after the little guy–in this case, me. Since I am already likely looking at a libel charge or two—MIL® tends to protect La Toupette's honour quite ferociously—let me continue in my description of her dog.

First off, her dog is a Newfoundlander, which should tell you something about the dog's inclinations. More often than not, she can be found with her tongue hanging out of the front of her mouth, with a genuine air of "kick me...please!" about her. (see picture. Lawyers like proof.) When not looking like the one who got beat with the stupid stick one too many times, she can be found with my dog's throat in her mouth, applying the usual dose of tough love, or jumping on his hind legs when he tries to run. (Bobby Orr doesn't know what pain is!) La Toupette seems oblivious to the fact—actually oblivious to everything if you want my opinion—that No means No. My dog of course believes her when she says that she loves him, and then goes upon to beat him some more. I can say with confidence that my dog suffers from battered dog syndrome. Maybe I should consult legal aid?

On the plus side, the MIL® thinks that it is really cute how I call HCW™ HCW™ particularly the ™. Like I could call her something else instead !?! Any ideas ? (Please post them in Comments.) Womyn. Can't live with 'em, ... 'Nuff said.

PS: Toupette refers to the hair; kind of akin to bangs but with hair sticking up. OK, maybe palm tree is a more apt description.

PPS: I was never in the Scouts. Just a Cub. My brother was a Beaver.

July 5, 2003

Editorial: What future for our cities?

One of my favorite subjects is the city. I love to visit cities and learn about their development. I grew up in the city and have a definite penchant for cities. I have read a number of books by Jane Jacobs as well as books regarding the development of Los Angeles, the development of suburbs and edge cities and the decline of cities like St–Louis and others. I am a firm believer in the roles of cities, not the countryside, as the main engines of economic development—as does Jacobs as well.

With the end of the war and the development of suburbs like Levittown on Long Island, the development of our cities has fallen victim to the automobile. With the racial conflicts of the 1950s and 1960s, white flight served to only accelerate the exodus from the city center, leaving many cities with a hollow core of poverty and misery shared by minorities, while rings of prosperous—mostly white—suburbs thrived. In most cases, these suburbs were set up as separate towns in separate counties where they constituted separate tax bases that were spared from the demands of the inner city poor. Over time, these suburbs themselves fell victim to the cycle (black migration to the better areas; white flight resulting), and new suburbs were created, even further from the city centre.

While the worst cases can be found in the US, centering around cities like Atlanta, St. Louis, Phoenix and Los Angeles, the same basic problem can be found right here at home. Instead of white flight, the Montreal area got linguistic flight, with native English–speaking citizens heading for the western part of the island, where new ghettos took root, while native French speakers headed for the North and South shores, effectively abandoning residency of the largest French–speaking city in North America for fear of the "multicultural hordes".

On the Island of Montreal proper, there were incredibly prosperous cities and others that were somewhat poor, including Montreal itself, which had often mopped up other cities that had gone bankrupt in the past (Saint–Michel, Hochelaga, etc.). Wealthy cities like Westmount skimmed the cream of the crop, thriving off high property values thus enabling them to offer high–quality services to their citizens with a low tax base. Meanwhile, the core city of Montreal, working off of a weakened tax base, was asked to take care of the region's most unfortunate, leaving less funds for offering the kinds of services available in the richer cities which had no poor to take care of per se. Inequity was the by–word.

Up until a year ago, there were 28 cities on the Island of Montreal. In the greater Montreal region, there were 110 cities in all. As you can imagine coordinating activities like regional development were nigh impossible, with 110 different parties pulling the blanket in all directions. After 40 years worth of debate, the provincial government legislated the amalgamation of all of the cities on the Island of Montreal, and created a large city on the south shore. The resulting race to bulk up caused a number of other surrounding cities to merge as well, bringing the total down to 63 cities. Much better than before but still a lot of opinions and priorities to manage. In my opinion, this was the most significant thing the Parti Québecois government did during its reign, and one of the rare times I saw eye–to–eye with it. (The other is agreeing not to discuss the whole sovereignty, which is what Bouchard managed to do while in office.)

Alas, it was too good to be true. The provincial Liberal party, in one of the most illogical sops that I have ever seen, promised to allow the amalgamated cities to separate from the Mega–city. A sop because it basically bowed to the will of people who were going to vote for the party anyways. When I first began to write this article over a month ago, the government's initial plan was tantamount to a free ride whereby a minority of citizens would be able to cause amalgamated cities to be spun off. So much for the will of the majority. However in the last few weeks the Charest government appears to have some consideration the usual democratic principles which govern our city and the minority won't be given the free ride previously promised. At least that's what we have been told. Time will tell.

In the case of Montreal, it just so happens that the cities most anxious to leave are those that are the richest. And this in spite of an arrangement whereby tax levels were not harmonized across the whole city but pretty much kept at the levels they were before. (No rich cities are being over–penalized by the poor.) One of the illuminati arguing for the right to secede uses as and example the city of Boston to justify his rather self–serving arguments, pointing to the fact that there are over 100 cities in the Boston area and that Boston is doing relatively well. It would be interesting to see if the person living in Roxbury, one of the poorest cities in the greater Boston area, when comparing himself to his compatriot in Cambridge or in any given gated community, shares the opinion of our Montreal friend. I would be quite surprised if that were the case.

An example of a city that has managed to do well over the last 50 years in spite of the trend towards the suburbs is Calgary. This is because Calgary, through the cooperation of the provincial government, annexes or amalgamates any cities that grow up outside of of its borders. This means that as the city grows, Calgary's tax base not only stays intact, but grows as well, enabling the city to continue to offer services to all of its citizens, rich or poor.

This whole discussion of cities is not academic and the implications of the debate are far ranging. In fact it goes to the very core of our society: how we live together, work together, and get along; and how we share the burdens and benefits of everyday life. If we agree that some cities can be extremely rich, and others extremely poor, then we must also accept the consequences of this stratification: crime, poverty, welfare, conflict and more.

Unfortunately, most people don't understand this; they assume that they live in a vacuum where there is no cumulative impact of their actions. Nothing could be further from the truth. Indeed, the problem won't go away. (Cities in the Montreal area spent 40 years pulling the blanket in all directions, severely impacting the region's ability to deal with economic change and the challenge posed by Toronto.) We can deal with the problem now, while it is still manageable, or we can deal it with later, when it becomes intractable. While most American cities have given up on making this work, and are struggling with the consequences, Canadian cities still have a chance to set things right and the amalgamation of the cities on the Island of Montreal was a step in the right direction. 'Nuff said.

PS: The New York Times recently ran an article on this whole question; it has a major impact on the city's ability to deal with the current budget problems and additional responsibilities in light of 9–11.

July 9, 2003

Obfuscation please

Those who know me know that I like to play word games and have other good fun.

One of my favourite victims of course is HCW™. On a pretty much daily basis I play games with her. One of my favourite is making up new words in French, repeating them a lot and then watching as the make it in to her everyday vernacular at home and then finally on to work. Words include japosaure (instead of chien or dog), stationnementationnement, schnoot (used the same way as smurf), "croquer le croc" and many others which I can't remember. The funny thing is when she gets to work and then uses these words in front of colleagues or, even better, business partners. Everyone once in a while, she will come home and chew me out for making her look like an illiterate turkey (la belle dinde) at work. What fun!

Let me take a brief moment and put HCW™ on a pedestal for she deserves it. Her husband is a complete hyperactive weirdo who torments her at all of hours of the day, and devotes his entire existence to making her smile, even though most times, and in particular the morning, she doesn't feel like it, whether this means playing rap or heavy metal music loud at 7:30 AM to get her energy level up, interrupting her every 2 minutes while she is washing her hair to say 'Hi', or reaching deep into his grab bag of routines, even self–humiliation, to make her smile after she's had a crappy day at work. Can't he see that she just wants to be left alone? She's a martyr plain and simple. Let's hear it for HCW™!

Getting back to our original topic, I also like to find different ways of asking familiar questions. Here is one example, which is even more fun when asked of HCW™: If a baseball game lasts 3 1/2 hours and starts at 2:00PM and we are in the 6th inning, what time is it?

So here is a new question: what is the thing that usually happens every two weeks, though could happen every week, but never every four weeks, and which hasn't happened for going on five weeks, and which can be used for situations that pop–up every four weeks and must be addressed at most three weeks after they arrive, and which if it doesn't happen soon, like within two weeks, will mean that the past eight weeks, which aren't enough to guarantee at most forty–four weeks, were all for naught ? Well, what is it?

July 17, 2003

More than I expected...

Went to my first meeting of The Economist Business Challenge team last night. We were three. Until then, poor Doug, already having to deal with this whole Air Canada crap, was coaching one person. The rest of the potential candidates having whimped out after the first meeting.

Going in, I was a little apprehensive. As I mentioned here a few weeks ago, my memory ain't what it used to be. My chief concern was that these days it was in one ear and out the other, like when HCW™ is talking to me. (OK, that wasn't a nice example... hehe :-)

Surprise, surprise, I actually did pretty well last night. Only marginally off my performance for around the same time last year, and with a whole lot less practising to boot (well actually no practising...). Sam Waksal, Erbitux, Nobuyuki Idei, Peter Mackay, Junichiro Koizumi, Jean–Claude Bébéar, etc. All somehow came to mind, which freaked me out and probably frazzled the other guy. Oh well. What fun ! Can't wait to take on the other teams and collect my bottle of Inniskillin as I pass Go!. 'Nuff said.

PS: Today we get paid. I mean PAID.

August 7, 2003

Core Dump (or everything I did but didn't tell about yet)

If this were computing, we would talk about a core dump which is when your Unix–based system literally barfs everything, resulting in lost data and hours of waiting for your hard drive to stop spinning like crazy. However, since this is not about Unix, we'll use core dump as metaphor for catching up, which is what I intend to do.

The last 3 months, the period of time commencing with my return to work full–time and the début of summer school, have flown by. Autumn is almost here and if I blink too fast I feel like I have done nothing. When in fact I have done something. Well at least some stuff (with pictures to boot!)

Here goes:

  • Went camping with HCW™ and Boy to the Diable Vert, a great rustic campground in the townships, a couple of times. Swimming, playing with Boy and more.
  • Volunteered at the fifth edition of Roule–O–Max, the wheelchair relay race fundraiser that HCW™ founded five, I say five, years ago to sensitize the able–bodied to the reality of the physically handicapped. My role is two–fold: bring refreshments (hotdogs, watermelon, and water) to the other volunteers along the course; and to motivate the people in the race, while roller–skating up and down the course, which is considerably less of a slog than in a wheelchair. This last part is where I have the most fun, and is consequently, where most people find me a little too over–the–top. Take my weird sense of humour, translate it into French, and most of the time people are left bewildered. Some examples:
    • I would roll up beside slowpokes and remind them (in French) that it was the Turtle that won the race, and not the Hare
    • I would tell people who ran off the track that we didn't need help mowing the lawn
    • I would tell people on team 11 that that was like being number 1 ... twice
    • I would tell people on team 12 that that was like being number 1 and number 2
    • I would tell people how tired I was from roller–skating after only five minutes and that I was giving up (a reference to the Quebec–based 80s comedy troupe, le Groupe sanguin) and they should do the same
    • And many other wisecracks... including vaunting the merits of all–you–can–eat hot dogs just beyond the finish line
    That being said, though most people think I am too weird, they invite me back each year to be a volunteer. I suspect they don't know how hard it is to come up with dumb yet original jokes year after year, and in French to boot. One thing is sure though. They were happy to pay good money to put me on the dunking machine.
  • Went camping chez a colleague of HCW™ last weekend. Got to go canoeing for the first time in at least 15 years. (Comparisons with Trudeau floated about.) Tried to remember all the cool stuff my Dad showed me on those great 10 and 11–day camping trips from the North (or was it South) Saskatchewan river on in to Banff with family and friends. Relaxed alot while Boy got dirty.
  • Ate more apples in the last 2 days than in the last year. Yes, my boss provides free apples at work. Not only am I regular and more healthy in the process, but HCW™ is happy too!
  • Ordered a high–bandwidth iSight video camera for my laptop... can't wait to set up iChat AV with my friend CFD and QuickTime Broadcaster so the PC hordes in my family and entourage can take part as well.
  • Spent an afternoon riding out and back to Lachine by way of the Lachine canal
  • Went to go see the Montreal Alouettes pound the Winnipeg Blue Bombers (for the second time in the less than a week) at the wonderful Molson Stadium, which is plunked into the side of Mount Royal. Paid $30 for a $20 ticket in the end zone cheap seats (and made someone at the Concordia Alumni Association happy) while also managing to see flying cheerleaders and the Als' freaky mascot.
  • Had a wonderful dinner courtesy of Dan–O and Bri, along with Nic. D and Anne. D. and HCW™. Spent the evening making, then eating, copious amounts of sushi while Boy scavenged for remaining bits of dog chews, much to the dismay of Zoe, and I drank some nice red wine.
  • Started my first–ever real cold–calling of customers at work (that first time years ago in Quebec City, where I tried to sell electronic catalogues in French to people who had barely heard of the Internet, doesn't count).
  • Missed by an hour or two my friend Shannon as he passed through Montreal on his way to New Brunswick
  • Scored a freaky, perfect 100% mark on my first assignment in my operations management class. My only worry now is that if it's like the time I hit a hole–in–one while playing golf and my game was shot for the rest of the day, it's all downhill from here. Anyway, an ode to the joys of the individual assignment. Groupwork is for the dogs.
  • Started work on a parody of this site, called LapiJapiDonut — a play off of my nicknames for HCW™ and Boy. Took the pictures (Boy was more than happy to, but HCW™ was not up to it) but haven't set up the web page.
  • Had a great birthday party with some of my bestest friends in the world. Only missing Maggie, Stevie and Shannon.
  • Went to see the French language production of Chicago at Place des Arts with HCW™
  • Plus whatever I wrote about for the last 2–3 months.

That's all I can think of for now. Still to come is my brother's wedding and the end of the school term.

Things I didn't do include:

  • See The Hulk, Terminator 3, and a whole bunch of other movies...
  • Go to the Fantasia film Festival, even though it was held right at Concordia.
  • Visit my mother– and father–in–law
  • The Gay Pride parade
  • The Just For Laughs Festival
  • The Jazz Festival
  • Play any golf at all
  • Plus a lot more I probably forget...

How was your summer? (Please tell me via the "Comments" link below.)

'Nuff said.

PS: For those of you who have been counting, this is my 115th entry into my blog. That's quite impressive. I'm thinking of doing a "best of" in a bound edition around the holidays... :-)

September 30, 2003

More bits. More pieces.

This month's issue of Harvard Business Review features a blogger at the heart of its case study. Nicknamed Glove Girl, and uknown to the highers–up at the company, she uses her blog to revolutionize the marketing of old model anti–septic gloves, while simultaneously cutting the legs out from under the new glove product that is about to be launched. Should the CEO fire her or promote her? I voted to keep her.

Following in the steps of that chick who hocked Dr Pepper (or was it another product?) on her blog, I would be surprised to see if I was suddenly minting more Mac PowerBook–using, VW–driving, Fido subscribers. OK, CFD doesn't count.

As for the NY Times, it asks whether the delete key has a role in a blog. I would expand on that idea to the concept of whether the publish/draft checkbox has a role in a blog. To which I say a hearty yes. For it, empowers one along the lines of Orwell in 1984. "Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past." Used here to good effect. Though my mind control experiments are wanting. 'Nuff said.

Confused ? I am.

November 12, 2003

Ugh.

This past week was really about hitting bottom. I think it started last Thursday. My worst participation in Case Comp class. Absolutely no energy at all. Funny considering that my evaluation an hour earlier had gone well. (If I can keep up this Kinder Gentler Ken (trademark pending) thing, I might be alright.)

And so I have been stuck in a rut emotionally and physically for a couple of days now. I guess it's the end–of–the–term blues. Some other folks I know seem to be feeling it too. Maybe it's the Fall–almost–Winter thing. I am totally exhausted, barely getting enough sleep. Yet I am too wired too relax. That's a result of the caffeine I need to remain alert these days. :-/

I think the worse part was yesterday. I came home dizzy and glassy–eyed, a real sight to see after having sort of muffed my finance quiz. Paradoxically, I started feeling better today. I guess, once you hit bottom, the only way is up.

I have been busy though. Working on a couple of projects. Aside from being busy with some end–of–term projects, I registered three new domain names and began setting up some web sites. Aside from wanting to try new things, I am learning some new tech stuff. A good thing for future endeavors. (and that's not taking into account the meeting I had this evening.) Oh well, beans will be spilled when necessary.

This weekend should be fun. A little R&R during a lull in school. Oh well. 'nuff said.

November 17, 2003

Highs and lows

Fourth day into the HCW™–free zone, and I am doing OK. No she hasn't left me, she is just off doing girl stuff for a few weeks. Me and my houndawg are making the best of it, though the kitchen caounter is a mite bit messy now. It sure felt good to take a shower this morning, after a coupe of days without one.The game of course is that you are only allowed to do one hygienic activity. You can either:


  • take a shower every day
  • brush your teeth twice in a day
  • wipe yourself after doing #2

Since I wouldn't smell any worse than the dog, and I don't do the laundry any more, I figured that my one choice would be brushing my teeth, leaving the other activities untended to during the weekend. (Boy was complaining that my breath stunk when I gave him a goodnight kiss on the head. Actually, it was an indirect comment that he must have heard me use around the house in the past. "Is it that your breath or did you just fart?", I believe he muttered. Nice guy. :p

Today being the first day of transit strike–lite, I found myself taking the car to work. Why do I say "lite"? Well because, the only people on strike are the maintenance people. The web site of the transit commission reminds us that it's not the fault of the bus drivers, or the metro drivers or the ticket takers. I guess they don't want us chewing out just anyone...

In a fit of naiveté, I thought I could find a parking spot behind my office on the Plateau. Not so fast. So I ended up in a parking lot behind the famous Moishe's, which used to be known as Moishe's Rumanian (not a spelling error!) Steakhouse. Next best thing to eating there I guess. I still haven't been to Moishe's yet. Either waiting for HCW™ or Dan– to invite me I guess.

The day took a turn for the worse when I realized at 9:58 AM that I had a 10:00AM doctor's appointment. Shit! next available appointment is January 5th, 2004. Aarrggh.

Things took a turn for the better when the Canada Post guy came with a package for me. Yes, late last week, I had given into the dark side, falling victim to one of my main weaknesses. I bought some books (and a DVD and a CD) at Amazon.ca. (And here I am doing a group case analysis on Chapters and That Bitch Heather at Indigo. (I don't know if that is her real name, but I would think it would be a rallying point fo rher colleagues.)).

So what did the mailman bring you ask ?Here goes:

  • Glue by Irvine Welsh, of Trainspotting and Filth fame. This is his latest mono–syllabic titled opus about " four boys from the Edinburgh projects who cling together through football brawls, "shagging" ordeals, encounters with the law, drug experimentation and loss." I enjoy his novels, in particular for the chance to practice speaking with a Scottish accent. Yum. Almost as much fun as listening to a Dunfermline v. Partick (not a spelling error!) Thistle match on the Beeb.
  • Porno by the aforementioned irivne Welsh. Happy–happy, joy–joy, this one picks up 10 years later with ur friends from Trainspotting. I look forward to some more great quotes from Rents, Sick– and the inimitable Frano Begbie in particular.
  • Battle Royale by Koushun Takami. Not for the faint of heart this one. The movie (based on the book) was not formally released in North America because the premise is so horrible. (Which didn't stop me from scoring it on eBay last night from some guy on the other side of Laval... hehe :). Here is the premise behind the movie: "Based on a book by Takami Koshun, Battle Royale plays out like a hybrid of Lord of the Flies and The Running Man. In an assumedly dystopian Japan (I assume this, because I can't imagine any kind of utopian, much less normal, society particpating in anything as mean-spirited as the Battle Royale contest) teenage anti-social behavior has degenerated to the point that the government is pushed to enact a law authorizing them to take one class of students per year and drop them on a deserted tropical island. Once there, the students are forced to battle each other to the death until only one is left. While this is bad enough, there are a couple of catches. First, the children only have three days to eliminate each other. This is enforced by explosive collars which they all wear during the conflict; if the critera aren't met by the end of the third day, everyone's collar explodes. Second, at regular intervals, certain areas on the island become 'danger zones'. Lingering in a danger zone will set off the collar prematurely. That's the basic setup, and as an excuse to get 40 schoolchildren to kill each other mercilessly, it works rather well." So do I watch it now while I can, or do I lend it to my Vietnamese friend from the MBA, the one who goes to bed at 4AM and gets up 2PM for class; yes, the guy who's cousin programs MS Access databases, no not the gangbanger who got shot a few months back, that's a different one, but I digress.
  • The soundtrack for The Royal Tenenbaums, which along with Rushmore, happens to be in my top films of all time. The soundtrack brings back great memories from the movie and is a work of art in itseld, just as the Rushmore soundtrack is.
  • A copy of Tampopo on DVD, a very cool Japanese movie that has at its heart the philosophy of how to prepare the best noodle ramen and the importance of addressing one's bowl of soup, and asking permission from the piece of pork, before eating it. It's a great movie that is a mix of spagheeti western with Japanese cinema. (next up on my list are Shall We Dance, a real chick flick, and then starting up a collection of Kurasawa films. This one would be a nice Chirstmas present... :)

But seriously, this transit strike–lite better end soon because it is cramping my reading time. 'Nuff said.

PS: Nothing sobers a man up more than looking at his undergraduate transcript (report card). Ouch!
PPS: If you work efficiently, you can apply for up to four jobs with cover letter during the span of a Strategy 2 class.
PPPS: The microwave is your friend.

December 23, 2003

NFTF 6: Ouch, that hurt.

December 11, a Thursday, just in to school to get prepped for orientation for the new MBA students the following Monday. After a quick meeting with Sheryl from The Who, I head off to do my Christmas shopping. Got some shopping done, and then worked my way East on Ste–Catherine. Corner near Place Mont–Royal Trust, I tap this car on the back near the trunk as it goes speeding through a red light.

The driver, none too happy, stops about half way down the block. Gets out and comes after me. (I must have missed him when playing Vice City. Pity.) Asks me a number of times if I pay for his car, all the while, ignoring my 'But dude, you ran a red light' and 'Ok, let's call the police' which was met by an NWA–like 'Fuck tha police!' en français, before finally laying his two hands in to my chest and pushing me back.

Long story short, soon after, I find myself hunched down, protecting my head as I get wailed on, in a crowd of people in front of the aforementioned mall. Luckily, my knapsack and hood flew up protecting my head, though the copy of Amped that I had borrowed from work bore the brunt of the damage. With my laptop on my back, I was more worried about protecting myself $4K plus than anything else. Finally capping the whole thing off with a knee (or foot) shot to the head. Ouch, that hurt—witness the big bump above my right ear. At which point, after some bystanders step in, this stand–up member of society decides to take off, at which point, myself and 2 others got his license plate number (though the car turned out to belong to a woman) .

The police took our report and now it's up to the justice system. (Why I am thinking Al Pacino in 'And Justice for All'.) Which is hopefully more responsive than the health care around here. Thankfully, I'm not a betting man.

NFTF 7: Post-MBA

Upon HCW™'s return, we had a nice home supper where we talked about the how and the why of how we want to go forward in the short and medium–term. (More on this later.)

One of the items that came up was my idea of continuing studies after the MBA. The goal being to provide with me opportunities outside of the tech industry in which have labored since the end of my undergrad studies... while the pay is great and the products are fun, it,s been difficult to think long term, home and family like. I aim to fix that.

Going back to my undergrad (poli–sci and economics) roots, I have my eye set on a MSc in International Studies at the Université de Montréal, commencing this fall. I have already met the program director and he said that I would be accepted as such; just need to get the paperwork in, etc. (My 3 referees have accepted.) Failing that I would do a MSc in Poli–Sci at the same institution or at McGill.

With this degree in hand, and combined with my MBA, I could probably schwing a job in a think tank, or a consulting firm or for a multinational with a scenario/strategic planning unit. What fun! In fact, I already have a pretty good idea of my thesis. Just add water.

January 4, 2004

Toronto the good.

Back from a weekend in the Switzerland of the North, great (though too short) visit with my brother Piotr and his wife. HCW™ and I visited the skating rink at Nathan Philips, at some big steaks, walked along the lake shore (though I can;t remember which lake it was ... it's a big one), went to Niagara Falls and the wine country. Tasted ice wine and it was fine. Capped off with more steak, dog walks and allergic reactions to cats. Delivered my Xmas/wedding present. Oh well. Much props to Piotr, 'specially for the Saab Talladega driving and weaving on the way back from Steeltown though HCW™ felt compelled to keep her eyes closed.

Only downside were our egotistical wives who insisted on playing air hockey rather than feeding us with tokens as we took on the baddies in House of the Dead 2. Ran out of lives, tokens, and time and left the game unfinished. Oh well.

Now it's back to work, back to school and back to the real world. Oh well. 2.5 weeks vacation did a world of good. Have to coast now for the next 6 months. Chances of making it are much better with the batteries charged now.

March 1, 2004

One year old.

Today is the one year anniversary of HappyHappyDonut.

Wow. What a year. Time really flew by.

A whole year's worth of meanderings, ramblings, and, for many of you, a new, unvarnished, sometimes frightening, view into my soul and the conflicts that often rage there.

For me,