Sunday, March 23, 2008

It's Spring! Sort of...

It's actually warmish here today. It's nothing radical like actual warm spring weather....something I've only experienced once in my life, and that was in South Korea. But the temperature is around -7 C, which is about has warm has it has been up here since October. And after a winter of temperatures constantly colder than -30, it feel positively balmy. Remember, if you're in St. John's, 30 C is scorching compared to 0 C. Same theory applies up here.

Today, we took Boo out for another walk in the snow. Here's your weekly Boo pic.



And there was a lot of snow. The warmer temperatures mean that snow is more like than when it's bitter cold. I say we probably got about 20 cm of snow since Friday. Not a lot if you live in Newfoundland, but that's a lot for up here. At least the people with snowmobiles are happy. They've been zipping around town like maniacs.

The other nice thing is we were able to get a window in the apartment open for the first time since October. A blast of fresh air in the apartment is nice. You don't realize how stale the air has been until the fresh stuff starts to circulate.

One thing unrelated to the weather...the last curling bonspiel of the year is happening next weekend. If you live in Iqaluit and you're interested in taking part, let me know.

And why would you want to take part? Aside from the fun and a bar, we're going to have many cool prizes for those who take part...the coolest being four Canadian North tickets from Iqaluit to Ottawa. And they're door prizes, so you and your team can stick up the joint, and you still have a reasonable chance of winning a plane ticket. Plus, there's a bar, so there's no problem drowning your sorrows afterwards.

Say what you will about the airlines up here, they do offer up a lot of free plane tickets. I've won one already (and I'm using it next month) and there are plenty of other places that get free plane tickets. I think the curling club has gotten at least eight free plane tickets for bonspiels this year, plus gift certificates for cargo. You wouldn't see that back in Newfoundland. Not in a million years would Air Canada offer up so many free plane tickets. Or that you would have reasonable odds of winning one. We could have as many as 16 teams, which would be 64 players. So you have a 1 in 16 chance, at worst. If we have 14 teams, where I think we are now, then it's a 1 in 14 chance of winning a ticket.

Try and find those odds in Newfoundland of winning a plane ticket.

Anyway, it will be fun. I'm looking forward to get my last curling fix for the season.

Last Five
1. A bad dream - Keane
2. Give Judy my notice - Ben Folds
3. Back to me - Kathleen Edwards*
4. Favourite hour - Elvis Costello
5. It's a good day to die - Robbie Robertson

Friday, March 21, 2008

Investment blues

So this whole "economic meltdown" that we seem to be in the middle of is interesting. You know, in the way that car wrecks tend to be.

Here's what makes it interesting. The last significant economic downturn, most economists agree, was in the early 90s. And before that it was in the early 80s. The one in the early 80s I barely remember because I was 11 years old and you don't trend to remember these things unless you were hammered by it directly. Both of my parents were working with decent jobs, so iI didn't really notice it, although I'm sure there were tough times for them.

As for the one in the 90s, well, I was in university. So I was expecting to be poor most of the time. I was living at home and able to save money from my table waiting job. I wasn't rich, but I was certainly doing better than many of my friends who were practically prostituting themselves to student aid to get enough money to survive.

And now we have another one on the way. And so far, knock on wood, we're doing fine. We both have good jobs and Iqaluit tends to be a bit of a bubble. The way things are right now, the U.S. is getting hammered, but Canada is managing to duck it, so far. But it'll likely move north and hit Canada. And then at some point it'll move up here and hit us. But right now, things are fine.

I think the difference this time is we have to consider the very grown-up reality of our investments. I never had to worry about how a downturn in the stock market and economy would effect my investments. I had no money for investments when I was in my early 20s (other than my comic books). I still get a kick out of all those commercials that come out at RRSP time that say if you invest a couple of thousand dollars when you're 25, it'll pay off much better than if you start contributing when you're 35.

I don't know many 25 year olds with a couple of extra thousand dollars kicking around to invest, honestly. Most are trying to feed themselves or pay off student loans. RRSP investments are a fantasy.

Anyway, we find ourselves with investments. We have RRSPs. We have a rainy day fund (or a snowy day fund, I guess). I think we're content to let both ride out as is. We don't really know enough about the stock market to start messing around with things. Which is probably shocking, but I suspect we're not alone in that. It's diverse enough that I don't think we're going to lose our shirt.

The question becomes....what next? We'll be getting our tax returns back soon-ish. We normally just plunk it into RRSPs. This year, not so certain that's a good idea. For that matter, before Christmas we were thinking about increasing the rainy day fund. Again, not sure that's such a good idea. I'm tempted to stick it in a bank account until things calm down a bit. We won't be making anything off of it, but then again, we won't lose it all either.

I know this means I'm going to have to bite the bullet and actually doing some research into investing. Which I know I should do anyway, but I find it about as exciting as reading computer manuals. But since I have a readership here, presumably with a wide knowledge base, anyone have any free advice to offer up?

Last Five
1. C'mere - Interpol
2. Vince the loveable stoner - The Fratellis
3. Sea shanty - The Pogues*
4. Hammering in my head - Garbage
5. Bullet the blue sky (live) - U2

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Concerts

This came up on a private mailing list I'm on. We were all discussing with astonishment that Leonard Cohen is going to play in St. John's (and has added shows). I have to admit some frustration that since I moved up here it feels like there have been more cool concerts hitting town that I would have liked to have seen. Fiest and Hawksley Workman being two that I can think of off the top of my head.

By the way, what's up with Cohen playing at a high school? I think he might be able to sell out a larger venue than that, no problem. If he sold out 2,500 tickets in an hour or so, I think he could easily fill Mile One. Or at least the Arts and Culture Centre, where the acoustics are better. And while there are no dates scheduled for Iqaluit, there is a mention that more dates would be scheduled later. I think someone needs to lobby for Iqaluit right now. That might beat the White Stripes show last year for pure weirdness.

Anyway, the discussion on my mailing list was "What are some of the best concerts you've attended?" Now, I don't normally throw out an open ended questions like this to my blog readers, but I am curious. What is the best concerts you've ever seen? And as an added bonus question, because it's usually good in the humiliation front, what was the first rock concert you ever went to?

Because it's my blog, I'm going to cheat and name a few of my favourites:
1. The White Stripes in Iqaluit ('07) – because nothing can beat that for pure weirdness. Plus, it was a hell of a good rock show. Jack White is a demon on stage.

2. Two Spirit of the West shows ('92 and '93) – The one at the Thompson Student Centre (TSC) was perhaps more fun because everyone, including the band I think, was drunk and rocking out. But the one at the Arts and Culture Centre was essentially a greatest hits show because they weren't promoting an album, they were just out touring for the hell of it. And since SPOTW started to suck after '93, it was as good as it gets with the band.

3. The Pursuit of Happiness at the TSC in '93 – memorable for the 10+ minute long version of "I'm an adult now", which is still one of my all-time favourite songs.

4. Sarah McLachlan at the Arts and Culture Centre ('92). My girlfriend at the time dragged me to see the show. I didn't know much about McLachlan, but she put off a fun and entertaining show and really got the audience involved. This was before she got all weepy and preachy. Plus, we were literally front row, centre. We could nearly touch her, we were that close.

5. The Chieftains at Mile One ('03, I think) – Because I've loved the Chieftains for years and had always wanted to see them. Great show, I just wish it had been longer and that the Ennis Sisters hadn't completely blown the encore with the band at the end of the show.

6. Chris De. Burgh at Memorial Stadium (late 80s) – I know it's easy to make fun of De Burgh and the really quite awful "Lady in Red", but he puts off a hell of a concert and always steps up his game when he plays St. John's, which he describes as his favourite place to play in North America. Worth it for when women pelted him with underwear during an acoustic version of "Patricia the Stripper" and he laughed so hard he fucked up the song.

As for my first concert, sadly it was Corey Hart and April Wine at Memorial Stadium back in '84, I think. By the way, Hart was opening for April Wine. "Sunglasses at Night" was only just starting to break big and April Wine was by far the bigger act, unlike the touring joke they are now. Oh, and for the record, Cathy's first rock concert was Samantha Fox at Memorial Stadium in, I think, '89.

And your list?

Addition: I have been chastised by Cathy for not naming her favourite concert of all time. It was Tina Turner live in Dublin during her farewell tour.

Last Five
1. Cocaine cowgirl - Matt Mays and El Torpedo
2. Duchess - Genesis
3. Goodnight Rose - Ryan Adams*
4. Tossed salad man (comedy) - Chris Rock
5. Jamaica Inn (live) - Tori Amos

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Close, but not quite

Apparently I very nearly won the St. Patrick's Day Drunk Dial, but a literal 11th hour call beat me out. Having listened to it, well, it's pretty damn good. Certainly more lyrical and poetic than my ramblings.

So I offer my congratulations to the winner and resolve to come up with something next year to win. And hopefully something that doesn't involve having to do a very terrible Irish accent.

But on the upside, while I didn't finish first, I still got a prize. The winner got a bottle of Screech, which I wouldn't have much use for. Instead, I got a percentage of the profits from the site. Which, because this is the first year Dups has put this online and tried to market it, was admittedly a bit small. So I got $15.

We're trying to figure out how much I could actually buy for $15 in Iqaluit. Not much admittedly. That's why I've decided to invest my winnings into Dups Drunk Dial site. Hopefully this $15 investment will double, maybe even triple in the coming years.

If you're curious about the winners and everyone else who participated, then go here. And while they're dear friends, I wonder if Andrew and Karin weren't on something stronger than booze. If nothing else, the site is a wonderful place for their daughter Amelia to visit in a few years time to discover that mom and dad are nuts....like she won't have already realized that by the time she turns 13.

Last Five
1. Five days in May - Blue Rodeo
2. Emile's reels - Figgy Duff
3. Winter - Tori Amos*
4. Mrs. Robinson - Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies
5. What will we do? - The Flash Girls

Evolving

There are enough writers swinging by this blog to know this particular truth, but it's probably worth mentioning one more time – just because you're good at one kind of writing, doesn't mean you're good at others.

I learned this particular truth back in university when professors in one department would praise what I had written, while professors in another department would rip apart my writing style. It came to a head towards the end of my degree in history when my faculty advisors, perhaps sensing she was losing me, wrote the following on a paper I submitted. "It's sad to see the lamentable influence of the Muse (the campus newspaper) on your writing style."

That was just one more reason I made the switch about that time from pursuing a history degree into pursuing journalism. Writing for the Muse was fun. Writing history papers had long since lost any appeal for me. It was something I had a hard time wrestling with. Ever since I was in Grade 5, history was my favourite subject. I loved it. In high school, the only reason I didn't get 100% in the course (I pulled a 96%) was due to my teacher docking me marks for spelling because he hated giving 100%. I expected to become a history professor at one point (North Atlantic migration patterns in the 19th century and their impact on Newfoundland was the focus, in case you were curious).

But tastes evolve. So did my writing style. And it continues to evolve. After enough years as a journalist, I discovered that the news format was beginning to get on my nerves as well. I was having far more fun writing my columns and editorials than my standard news and feature stories. It was probably one more reason that after 15 years, on and off, of being a journalist that I was ready to try something new again.

That writing styles and preferences evolve over time is something that seems evident to me now. It might seem completely obvious to most people reading this blog. But it was confusing and baffling to me at the time. I hoped I might get better over time. I never realized that my interests and tastes would evolve as well.

When people met me, back when I wrote columns with the Packet and Express, one of the first things they used to say is "you talk just like you write." I never knew if that was a compliment or not, but I tended to take it as such. Especially since most people tended to like my columns. When my columns were right, when I was happy with them, I managed to make them funny and get a point across. And that, by the way, is also a lot harder than you think.

I've been blogging now for three years. And again, I'm surprised where my interests take me. I figured the blog would be an extension of the columns I wrote. That I would write something humourous on current events and pop culture.

Again, I confess some confusion as to how my brain works. I think regular readers of my blog would say that's not the way it's been…at least for the past several months. I rarely comment on Newfoundland politics anymore. Same thing with federal politics. I wrote a pop culture column with The Express, talking about TV shows, movies and music. And yet, I'm not even writing much about that lately.

To be honest, I'm not sure where my writing, and reading, habits are taking me. Given the amount I've written about curling lately, perhaps I should apply for a job with the Curling News (not really, no, but if they need an Iqaluit correspondent, they can let me know). I'm still struggling with novel writing, which at times feels very much like trying to hammer a square peg into a round hole. The grand novel remains about ¾ finished and a deeply frustrating experience that I've been dodging lately instead of facing head on.

But the form of writing I've been finding myself more curious about lately has been speech-writing. It's not something I've ever paid that much attention to before. It's very, very hard to craft a good speech and most fall well short of the mark.

The reason for the interest now is two-fold. First, I've had some occasion recently to dabble into the field of speech-writing lately. Obviously, I'm still learning. But I'm curious now about the process. I've never studied it before, never had any interest in it before, but that's changed.

As for the second reason….obviously I'm following the U.S. presidential election and I'm rooting for Barack Obama. I'm also reading his speeches, which are offering me insights into the process. There's more to it than just the words, of course. It helps that Obama is a gifted orator. But this speech yesterday on race is captivating to me. Some are calling it one of the finest speeches about race in the United States in a generation. My knowledge of speeches dealing with race is somewhat limited, and yet I've read this speech several times and have marveled at it. I'm no master of rhetoric, so I'm sure there are nuances I'm missing, but my God, that's a piece of artistry.

There are pieces of writing that you read that change your perspective. I'm not sure how much this has changed my perspective on race in the United States, but it has changed my perspective on speech writing. I'm not saying I'm going to be crafting anything like that anytime soon (or, let's be honest here, ever). But that's the gold standard for me right now in modern speech writing. That's what you shoot for.

By the way, I'm not now dedicating myself to the art of speech writing. I'm just enamored by it right now. And if I've learned anything in recent years, when it comes to writing I seem to have crushes, but there haven't been many times I've fallen in love with a particular kind of writing. So we'll see how long this lasts.

And hey, if it inspires me to improve my writing to the point where I can finally go back and finish that God damned novel, all the better. Because that's a deep love/hate affair going on right there.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Arthur C. Clarke: 1917-2008

Arthur C. Clarke has died. It was one of those "Aw crap" moments when you see the headline flash across the computer. This is the BBC story, the New York Times obit and here is his bio on Wikipedia.

Why "oh crap"? The man was 90 years old and was clearly in declining health. He'd led a remarkable life, the kind most people would be envious of. I suspect he would be pleased to have lived as long, done as much as he had and seen so many changes in the world.

Still, that's a real piece of history that passed away today. And a real piece of my childhood. I don't know if Clarke was the first "adult" author I ever read, but he was certainly one of the first and likely the one who had the biggest impact on me as a kid.

I imagine the first book I read by Clarke was "Childhood's End" a book I thought would be standard sci-fi, how the humans would realize the aliens were bad guys and gang up and overthrow them. Of course, the book is nothing like that. It goes in a direction that my 10 year old brain couldn't have imagined. And it must have had an impact, because I was hooked. I read every single Clarke book I could find at the local library. I checked out copies of the same books to reread them. And when that wasn't enough, I started prowling around used book stores to find copies of the books. Whenever I found a copy of one of his books that I'd never read before, it was a cause of much joy. Hell, I still have most of those books, with the price stamped in black ink on the inside cover from Afterwords Bookstore or Second Page.

And when there wasn't enough Clarke for me, it made me expand my horizons. I started reading other sci-fi authors. Isaac Asimov was the only one who grew to the same cult-like levels for me, but I tried lots.

I even remember being very excited when 2010, the movie, came out in 1984. Just because it was a movie based on a book by one of my favourite authors. A lot of my friends grumbled that it was boring because there was no action like Star Wars, but I loved it, even though it wasn't as good as the book. Dad suggested I watch 2001: A Space Odyssey, but even though I had already read the book, I found the movie deeply weird and not nearly as entertaining as Clarke's book. Both cases were probably some of my earliest realizations that the book is always better than the movie.

My love of Clarke's writing faded at some point in my 20s. Perhaps it was when he began putting out books that said he co-wrote them, when it was obvious he only had the most basic dealing with the writing. The writing seemed flat compared to his earlier books. But then again, he was well into his 70s at that point. Let's see how well I'm writing when I'm in my 70s. But I certainly stopped buying everything he produced. I have a book shelf which has nothing but Clarke and Asimov books on it. Up until I moved to Iqaluit, it had been years since I read any of them. Cathy suggested that perhaps I might want to sell the books, but I could never find it in my heart to do it.

And, you know, I struggled with the allegations 10 years ago that he was a paedophile. It tarnished my opinion of him for a time. And part of me still wonders. He was cleared, the newspaper that printed the story retracted it and that should be the end of the matter. But it does linger a bit, like a faint, bad smell that's hard to get rid of.

But I really do wish I had some of those books here today, rather than in storage in St. John's. I'd like to crack one open and reread and relive what it was like to read something with a bit of wonder and awe. Perhaps "Childhood End" or "Tales from the White Hart" (a lesser known collection of short stories, but I always loved it a lot). Or "Rendezvous with Rama", probably his last great novel. It'd be nice to do that this evening.

I'm glad he made it to 2001, even if the world is a pale shadow of what he imagined it would be in that year. But I keep thinking how nice it would have been if he could have made it to 2010.

One final thing, Clarke's Third, and most famous, Law states: Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. To that I'll add "Any sufficiently advanced writing is indistinguishable from magic." And for years, that's what Clarke was for me every time I opened one of his books.

Last Five
1. Walk of life - Dire Straits
2. Haiti - The Arcade Fire
3. Mystify - INXS
4. Smoke it - The Dandy Warhols
5. Tougher than the rest - Bruce Springsteen*

Monday, March 17, 2008

Oh Danny boy...

Something for those of you celebrating St. Patrick's Day, today. You can never go wrong with Muppets.



And don't forget, the line's are still open over at Dups' St. Patrick's Drunk Dial competition. By all accounts my call blew the doors off the place, but it's not too late to try and come up with your own bit of fun. Once the competition closes, I'll put up what I said.

Oh, and if you want to hear us talk about the Drunk Dial, go here. Although I should note that this is all Dups. They list me as one of the co-founders, but I'm not. Merely a source of inspiration.

Last Five
1. Gloria - U2
2. I'm finding it harder to be a gentleman - The White Stripes*
3. Helpless - k.d. lang
4. John Henry - Bruce Springsteen
5. Say hello, wave goodbye - David Gray

Sunday, March 16, 2008

God, that was dull

I really do love curling, as is probably amply evident by the amount of time I talk about it on this blog. But honestly, when you have Brier finals like the one I just watched, I can understand why people find the sport as exciting as watching paint dry. What a dreadful game. I think it was the worst bit of curling I've watched all week. It wasn't just all the mistakes both teams were making, but they both played so conservatively. They each had so much respect for each other than neither one of them wanted to go in and mix things up.

You know when you have people yelling from the stands "Boring!" that you're in deep trouble. I had to drag Cathy's comatose body from the couch and put her to bed. I'm hoping the coma isn't permanent and that she wakes up in the morning. Otherwise, I'll be calling the CBC and the CCA tomorrow and be quite annoyed that they managed to put my wife in a coma.

On top of that, Martin won, which pretty much assures more boring curling at the World's. Cathy will be glad about that, at the very least. It means I'll likely miss most of the World's. It'll be too dull for words.

On top of that, the commentators seemed like they were half in a coma. It was the last game the CBC is going to air, and it really felt like they were punching the clock. Even when Howard gives them a gift at the 5 end break by blaming some of the picks of the rocks by one of the Alberta's players bad habit of kneeling on the ice (the warmth of the body melts the ice a bit, causing flat spots), they didn't even follow up on it when they interviewed Martin afterwards.

Boring, boring, boring....

sigh

Last Five
1. Your ex-lover is dead - Stars
2. Conquest - The White Stripes
3. Jodi Rae - Colleen Power
4. Hard bargin - Ron Sexsmith
5. Jacksonville - Sufjan Stevens

Boo on ice

So with the temperatures creeping up in the balmy mid -20s, and no wind today, I decided to take Boo out for a walk. The poor dog has been cooped up inside the apartment most of the winter because it's been too cold to take him outside for even a few minutes.

The result has been, well, I won't say psychotic episodes, but certainly prolonged bouts of exceptional binkiness. For example, we might be sitting on the couch and the dog will start running from the living room to the bedroom barking for no reason for about 10 minutes. Cathy has been throwing his stuffed fish so much we think she might have actually injured her elbow from doing it.

He needs to get out more and with the weather becoming something other than bitter, freeze your ass off in less than five minutes cold that's likely to start happening more.

Today Cathy took the car and went to a scrap-booking class. So rather than drive up to the Road to Nowhere or go the Sylvia Grinnell Park, I just walked five minutes from the apartment and out onto the ice covering the bay. And Boo has himself a fine old time running around like a maniac, bouncing through snow drifts and chasing after imaginary things.

Here are some of the photo highlights.

















Last Five
1. Atlantic Blue - Ron Hynes*
2. Under my thumb - Rolling Stones
3. Two shots of happy - Matt Dusk
4. So here we are - Bloc Party
5. Diamond ring - Sheryl Crow

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Drunk dial

Just a friendly reminder as some of you get geared up for the big St. Patrick's day weekend, that my friend Dups has his St. Patrick's Day Drunk Dial website. So if you're drunk this weekend, or even just feeling particularly witty and in the mood to harass Dups (you should always be in this mood, by the way. The man craves abuse) then check out his website and give him a call. The contest runs from now until March 18.

There's also prize money involved – potentially up to $1,000 – for the funniest drunk dial call. And it's also worth checking out some of the past winners. The one from last year, the Queen of England, was particularly funny.

Anyway, go and take part. I already have something in mind. I don't think I'll be getting drunk to make the call. I'm really not much of a drinker (when you can count on one hand the number of times you've been drunk in your life, I think it's safe to say that), but since this idea leapt up in my brain, I have to do it.

I'll link to it or put up the rough version of what I'm going to say on St. Patrick's Day. In the meantime, have a fun St. Patrick's Day. And don't forget to call and drunk dial Dups.

Last Five
1. I would die 4 U - Prince
2. Street spirit - Radiohead
3. I always fall in love - Chris Picco
4. La cienega just smiled - Ryan Adams
5. Little earthquakes (live) - Tori Amos*

Friday, March 14, 2008

Poor loser

Despite the fact that nothing is really going to happen for the better part of five weeks, I still keep paying attention to the long, slow 401-level pile up that is the Democratic nomination. Granted, the Spitzer disaster this week took some of the focus off the race.

For those wondering, Cathy's reaction – "there's no way in hell I would be standing up there next to you if you did that." To which I don't blame her. It took a special level of narcissist to ask his wife to stand by him on a national stage while admitting he slept with a $4,000 an hour hooker. And with stories coming out saying he spent enough on call girls the past decade to put one of his daughters through Harvard, well, he should be grateful she's not on stage behind him with a large baseball bat.

Anyway, the nominee race has turned into a sadly predictable knife fight. The problem with that is Clinton is very good at a knife fight, while I suspect Obama isn't. Let's put it this way, they both might have knives, but Clinton made sure her's is a bit rusty and she rubbed in it shit beforehand, so that any cuts get infected and fester.

And then there's the whole Michigan/Florida seating debacle. Personally, I don't think they should get a seat. They violated the rules, they knew the consequences, and the candidates all agreed to stripping them of representation. But now that Clinton is behind and that this could hurt the Democratic nominee in Michigan and Florida come the fall, they're talking about seating them.

The best suggestion, in my humble opinion, on how to deal with the matter, other than not giving them any damn seats like they were told was going to happen, is this one. By all accounts, Clinton hates it, Obama hates it and Florida really hates it, but it works for me. If all three of them hate it, it generally means they're on the right track. Besides, I'm all about anything that suppresses Florida from voting. Yes, it's undemocratic, but that state has shown a real ability to fuck up democracy at a much wider scale. If they were confining their mistakes to just their state, that would be one thing. But do you really want to give them the ability to fuck up who can be president twice in eight years through their inability to run a proper election?

Anyway, here's hoping that Al Gore, John Edwards and Bill Richardson stand up on a platform at some point in the next month, point to Obama and say, "this is the person to lead us" and end this foolishness.

One last thing, I really liked this column from the Huffington Post. Certainly helped put some things into perspective for me.

Last Five
1. I am over it - The Dandy Warhols*
2. The good in everyone - Sloan
3. I'd like to - Corinne Bailey Rae
4. Jacob's ladder (live) - Bruce Springsteen
5. I can see for miles - The Who

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Con update

Well, it's a little more than a month until I head to New York. Not that I'm counting down or anything. I've been doing my best to try and not get on Cathy's nerves by talking about all the things I'm going to be doing and planning. It's not that she's upset with me going, it's that I've probably been a little negligent in the Italy planning trip. Which is a fair enough point. I've asked now when I can take my vacation this summer so hopefully I'll back on that by the end of the month. Then we can get to work on when we're going, how long we're staying and what we're going to try and do.

And budget for it. Italy for 3-4 weeks is going to be a bit on the pricy side.

As for New York, well, more details about the con are beginning to come out. I'm resisting the urge to buy a VIP pass or one of the "Ultimate Experience" packages, just because they cost anywhere from $200-$500 extra and I can think of better things to spend the money on. I did drop $20 to see Neil Gaiman because I've always been a fan of his, plus the money goes to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, which I consider to be a worthwhile expenditure of money.

But there's also other guests there I'd like to meet. Frank Miller (300, Sin City) is going to be there signing stuff. Do I bring something along for him to sign? I have a very nice, leatherbound copy of The Complete Frank Miller Batman I'd love for him to sign. The cast of Hellboy and its creator, Mike Mignola, are going to be there.

Plus, I'm beginning to get some idea of what I'm walking into. This con is going to be a madhouse. Which is fine. I think its just a matter of managing my expectations.

The one thing I really want is to get some sketches from artists. I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before, but it's not unheard of for people to go with sketch books. I wasn't sure about the etiquette involved, so I emailed a well-known comic book columnist and asked if he had any advice.

Boy, did he ever. In fact, he spent pretty much all of his last column addressing my questions and concerns. That was awfully nice of him and his answers were thorough. At least I have a better idea of what to expect.

I thought I might get bored spending three days at this con. Instead, I wonder if I'm going to have enough time to get everything done.

Now I just have to make sacrifices to the gods to make sure my flights get out. You wouldn't think you'd have to worry about blizzards in mid-April, but given the lack of major storms we've had this winter, I'm getting worried that we're karmically due. On the other hand, maybe Newfoundland is just absorbing out quota for the year. Jesus but you guys are getting pounded this year.

Anyway, tomorrow, something that has nothing to do with either comics or curling, I promise.

Last Five
1. Wake up dead man - U2
2. Start me up - The Rolling Stones*
3. From here you can almost see the sea - David Gray
4. This little light of mine (live) - Bruce Springsteen
5. Sister Jack - Spoon

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Slow roll out

We're getting some media coverage about the Mixed Nationals, but not as much as I would have hoped for, given the unique venue for the event. But I imagine it will gradually roll out. There's a lot of stuff going on right now, what with the Arctic Winter Games drawing most people's attention in Nunavut, and the Brier captivating most of the attention in the curling world right now. Plus, we have months to build up the excitement around this event.

For those curious, here is the press release about the event.

Nothing else much really to report, other than these two other things., completely non-curling related bits of news:

1. Dave Stevens died of leukemia. Who, you might ask? Well, he was a top notch illustrator, the creator of the Rocketeer. You might remember the movie from back in the early 90s. I bought it late last year, because I remembered liking it when it first came out, but was curious to see how it aged. It holds up pretty well, really. And I remember liking the comics quite a bit at the time. I think I have some of the comics still back in St. John's in storage. It would be nice if someone came out with a collected edition of all his Rocketeer work. There's some fun stories and great art that Stevens put out.

2. And now for something completely silly. I include this because, sadly, I am a big enough geek on stuff like this. And we rewatched the movie a few weeks ago and I caught myself wondering the exact same thing - exactly how much time passes during The Empire Strikes Back? This guy wonders the same thing. I have no idea, but the movie makes it seem like it might only be a week or two, but really, it could easily be a year or more.

Last Five
1. Three little indians - Mark Bragg
2. Santiago de Cuba - The Chieftains*
3. Find your grail - Spamalot OST
4. The ballad of John and Yoko - The Beatles
5. It's only love - The Beatles

Monday, March 10, 2008

The Big Curling News

So the thing I've been sitting on and teasing for several months finally got announced today. The first news story I've found on it is here, but I'm sure there will be more as the day progresses. It's already catching a lot of people by surprise.

Basically, it's this. Iqaluit, Nunavut will be hosting the 2009 Mixed Curling Championships. Now, bear with me a moment while I explain this. Because it's taking place during the 2008-09 curling season, they're being called the 2009 championships. The actual date of it, however, is in 2008. Specifically November 9-16.

That means some of the very best curlers in the world are going to be coming to town for a week or more. It's going to be a great chance for people in town to see some amazing curling. But, just as importantly, it's a fantastic chance to really boost the sport in Nunavut. A lot of the details are still to be worked out and announced, but certainly one of the main focuses is to get youth involved as much as possible.

As for whether or not Nunavut will have a team there, that's still in negotiations. Because of the way the tournament is structured, neither the NWT or Yukon play individually. They have a tournament to decide who represents The Territories. Our hope is to get a team in that play down.

These things move slowly sometimes. It's taken months to get to this point. And up until this point, Nunavut's only representation in national curling events has been the participation of our junior teams at the Arctic Winter Games and the Canada Winter Games. In my dream world (and I'm speaking for myself throughout this entire blog, by the way, and not for the CCA or the local curling committee), it would be great if we could have a team in this year's territorial play downs or next years. Follow that up with the junior teams playing at the national tournament in a couple of years, and then maybe, just maybe, sending men's and women's teams to the Brier and Scotties territorial play downs sometime shortly after that.

There's going to be a lot of work that needs to be done in the next couple of months. Cathy and I have already sat down and discussed the commitment that's going to be need. And we both agree this is such a unique opportunity that it would be silly for me to pass up a chance of getting involved.

However, if you're in town and want to volunteer or help out, drop me a line or leave a message on the blog. And if you're from away and want to know more about the place, feel free to ask away. I'll answer any questions you might have.

And sorry, folks. That means a lot more curling discussions in the coming months. You're just going to have to deal....

Last Five
1. Miami - U2
2. Happy - Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins
3. Stupid now - Bob Mould
4. The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald - Gordon Lightfoot*
5. This is the last time - Keane

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Simplicity

I know I've said it before on this blog, but honestly, I'll take the cold at this time of the year compared to all the snow they're getting "down south." Although I enjoyed reading in the Globe and Mail on Saturday that Toronto and Montreal are both on the verge of setting snow fall record. Toronto is at 178 cm; the record is 207. Montreal is at 317 cm with the record being 383 cm. I don't have the exact number in front of me, but Ottawa is apparently near its record, which is over 400 cm.

And part of me can't help but feel those are pretty wussy records. Then again, I survived the great, unending snow fall of 2000-2001, when St. John's and area got something around 660 cm of snow in one winter. I remember trying to drive in from Clarenville to St. John's one weekend and seeing a particular outcrop about an hour outside of town that was impassible. A DRL bus was buried under 10 feet snow.

Still, it sounds like a bad winter all the way around in the rest of Canada. And yeah, the cold sucks. Never kid yourself that -50 is a breeze to deal with. And there are going to be days in April when Toronto is going to be 20 C and it's going to be -20 C up here and the bay will be frozen solid. But man, it's just the cold you have to deal with up here. No slush. No spending hours leaning on a shovel digging out. Even a blizzard up here normally only gets 5 cm of snow. No worrying about being killed by maniac drivers when you're trying to walk on streets because the sidewalks can't be cleared (Maniac snowmobile drivers is another matter).

Yeah, there's something to be said on weekends like this for the simplicity of just plain cold.

Tomorrow, the big curling news.

Last Five
1. Maneater - Hall & Oates
2. Lilly Bolero/The White Cockade - The Chieftains
3. Best for the best - Josh Ritter
4. You look so fine - Garbage*
5. Trust me - The Fray

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Monday, apparently

I've been told the Big Curling News will be announced on Monday. I really hope so because if I announce that I have "Big Curling News" one more time and then have to backtrack and say that, in fact, the news has been delayed again I'm just going to give up on the whole thing.

Still, it looks promising and I'll be very happy when it's finally announced.

Right now I'm spending a quiet Saturday night relaxing, flipping back and forth between Road to Perdition and watching Brad Gushue predictably get his ass kicked by Glen Howard at the Brier. Oh, and being the hard core boozer that I am, drinking chocolate mint flavoured Bailiey's. All in all, not a bad was to spend a Saturday evening. I think I shall get back to it.

Last Five
1. Monsters - Band of Horses
2. Hot knives - Bright Eyes
3. I wanna be loved - Elvis Costello
4. When I'm up (live) - Great Big Sea
5. Jesus was an only son - Bruce Springsteen*

Friday, March 07, 2008

Bugs and Daffy

So my wish that the Democratic race would come to an end on Tuesday obviously didn't happen. That means six more weeks of winter. Or severe political bickering.

The thing is, once the Wyoming caucus is over on Saturday and the Mississippi primary on Tuesday, it's going to be the better part of six weeks until the Pennsylvania primary. That gives lots and lots of time for things to get very mean. And very silly.

For example, my friend Corey sent me this link from the New York Times. Yes, it's from a month ago, but get used to more of this level of this silliness. They have lots of space to fill and lots and lots of time where nothing is going to be happening.

However, I can top that. For pure silliness, I defy you to top this one - Obama is Bugs Bunny, Clinton is Daffy Duck. And it will only get weirder from here. Then again, I prefer the weird to the outright evil that's likely about to spring forth from both campaigns.

Two more links for you this evening. The first is political also. Myself and plenty of other people have noticed the similarities between this electoral campaign and the last two seasons of the West Wing. Apparently, there might be a reason for that.

And this is a non-political link that I found interesting. One of our favourite songs in recent years has been Hallelujah. Which version, of course, is a matter of personal preference. We like Rufus Wainwright's version. However, if you want a complete history of the song, how many people have covered and how the popular cover version right now really has little to do with Cohen's original, you might like this post.

Last Five
1. Punish the monkey - Mark Knopfler
2. Instant karma - U2
3. I guess that's why they call it the blues - Elton John
4. Take me for longing (live) - Allison Kruass and Union Station*
5. Reading in bed - Emily Haines and the Soft Skelton

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

What to do with 10,000 comics

All right, fine. I'm a sap. But honest to God, I read this story about the University of Minnesota receiving a major donation of comic books for its library and got a bit misty. First of all, it's a lovely piece of personal writing. In hack hands, this is a couple of quirky paragraphs about some guy donating thousands and thousands of, you know, comic books, to a university library. Who cares, right?

But this writer puts the collection and what it's meant in perspective. Comic books have shaped their family for decades. She doesn't understand the appeal, and that's fine. She still recognizes their importance and what it's meant for her husband and children. And it's some lovely writing she uses to get that point across.

Simple, emotional and poignant. It works.

I think it also stuck a chord with me because Mr. Borger has people who appreciate what his collection means and recognizes the role they've played in all their lives. I like that because I'm not sure I've ever had it. This isn't a shot at my parents and Cathy. I love my parents. I love Cathy. But they've never understood why I love comics so much. My parents barely tolerated my collection, especially when I entered my teens. The only way the whole thing didn't mysteriously "disappear" one day when I was at school was my assurance that the comics would be worth something one day.

As for Cathy, well, she was introduced to them when I wasn't doing as good a job of keeping them organized as I should have. They were piled all over my work room. I'm not sure if she ever would have grown to have liked them, but she certainly didn't get off on the right foot with them. Also, and we just had this discussion...she reads trashy romance and vampire novels by Laurell K. Hamilton. She doesn't expect me to understand why or try to convert me to them. It's just what she reads. She doesn't see anything grand or romantic about it. Nor does she understand why I seem to have the view about comics.

She has a point, I guess. But I do considering something special about growing up and reading comic books. They were a comfort to me during a lot of crappy, lonely and depressing times.

At some point I'm going to have to make some decisions about my comic books. We've been up north for more than two years and I haven't bought any single issues during that period. It's all been collections (graphic novels). I'm pretty happy with the way that's going right now and it will continue when/if we move back south.

However, right now I probably have in excess of 10,000 individual issues sitting in storage at my father's house. The last time I was there, dad was storing his wine in the same space as them, which caused me to freak out at him a bit. Then again, I haven't treated the collection well in recent years. I wasn't bagging and boarding them all like a good collector is supposed to, simply because the budget wasn't there. Really. Bags and boards add up in a hurry when you have to buy as many I would have needed.

Anyway, what to do with them? The thought of donating them to MUN, similar to what this guy did, has its appeal. My collection isn't as historic as I suspect Mr. Borger's is. I know I bought a lot of crap in my day. But I do like the idea of them being read on a regular basis. I started collecting when I was seven years old. I still have comics from that period of time, although they're obviously beaten up pretty badly. Those comics have brought me a lot of joy and contentment over the years. The idea they might do the same for lots of other people is quite enticing.

Having seen what I can do with eBay and at bit of effort (I've probably said it before, but Cathy's engagement ring, and my first digital camera, were bought by selling about 300 comic books over the space of a couple of months), I'm sure Cathy and my parents would be happy to see me sell them all.

But I'll have to figure out something to do with them as keeping them all is probably not viable in the long run. Suggestions?

Last Five
1. Sweetness - The Trews
2. All you need is love - The Beatles
3. 11 O'clock, tick tock - U2
4. Lonely song - Ron Hynes*
5. Ladies and gentlemen - Hot Hot Heat

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Let it be over

Dear God, but I want the Democratic primary to be settled tonight. Don't get me wrong, this has been fascinating to watch. I've been utterly uninterested in Canadian politics for the past couple of months because of it. The prime minister is in a scandal where members of his party might have tried to have bribe a dying man with a life insurance policy during a critical vote? Yawn. What's the latest on Hilary and Obama?

It needs to end now so I can stop cruising U.S. political websites, trying to glean pieces of information on the latest twists and turns in the race. I'm burnt out. The thought of this continuing on to Pennsylvania six weeks from now or, God help us all, to the Democratic Convention in September fills me what can only be described as "fear and loathing".

I have no idea what's going to happen this evening. I suspect by the time I go to bed, I still won't know the final tallies. Some sites are saying it could take a week until the final numbers are known for Texas. The way this race is being conducted makes me wonder if the Democrats who came up with this way of doing things are alcoholics, drug users, mentally crippled or some combination of the three. But I just need it to be over now. I'm burnt out.

And I think America is starting to reach that point as well. I've been cheering for Obama in this race. And I hope he wins this evening. But I think even people who were cheering for Clinton to win might be at that point now. The idea that this drama could continue for weeks and months will fray and destroy the nerves of even the most casual political observer. So unless Clinton pulls off some massive surge and takes three of the four states up for grabs this evening by surprising margins, I hope she throws in the towel by the end of the week. Read the landscape, see that it's not good to continue and call it a day. The math is not supporting you.

Or at least I hope that's what happens. Otherwise I'm going to have to check myself into a clinic and get help for excessive political blog reading.

Oh, and in a partially related note, I like this blog post from Andrew Sullivan. He was considering allowing comments on his blog, but decided to let readers vote on it. And by a 60-40 margin, they decided against it. There's some good reasons there as to why there should be no comments. Having read my share of political blogs and news stories in the past few months, I voted to not put up comments. I like the idea of a well-informed, articulate man presenting his opinions and willing to put the opinions of others up on his blog, whether they agree with him or not, as long as they are intelligent and well-reasoned.

I've read too much lately where the comments section is a minefield of trash and partisan sniping. Sullivan has his biases, but he's pretty fair. And I think he made the right call. So did his readers.

Oh, and no, there is no big curling news today. See, I told you it would get delayed again.

Last Five
1. Mirror in mom's room - Jenny Gear and the Whiskey Kittens
2. Waiting for nothing - Hot Hot Heat*
3. All the small things - Blink 182
4. Poor little lamb - Tom Waits
5. 5:15 a.m. - Mark Knopfler

Monday, March 03, 2008

Fail

It's the day before the Big Day. Will I finally announce what this big deal is I've been hyping up beyond reasonably expectations? Got me beat…no one is telling me anything, so I wouldn't be surprised if it got delayed again.

But no, it has nothing to do with the Brier. Sorry Clare. No prize for you. Although two guys from the club are going to the Brier next week. I'm somewhat envious. I went to the Brier in '95 and I had a blast. Granted, I had a media pass, which helped. Covering big events like that with a media pass is always more fun. And you get nifty swag.

Anyway, sorry for the absence on the weekend. It turned into a severe weekend of Sloth. Other than picking up some groceries, having lunch and renting a movie, I don't think we left the apartment this weekend. Which is pretty spectacularly high on the lazy list, but it just devolved into one of those weekend. Plus, I started a game of Civilizations, so there went about 10 hours of my weekend. It's busy work killing off the Aztecs, French and Japanese, let me tell ya.

The temperature has slowly been getting warmer, but it's also been getting windier. So that means the days when it's only -25, the wind has kicked up so the wind chill is back down around -40. We are hopeful for a nice day at some point where the sun is out, there is little wind and it's around -20 or so. Then we'll go for a nice walk and I'll take the camera out for some pics without worrying we (me, Cathy, the dog and camera) will all freeze solid in less than 30 minutes.



Anyway, a couple of last things before vanishing. This link is for Jen (and welcome back to the North). Given how often she has those strange cat pictures up on her page, I thought she might get a kick out of this. Some of the pics are funny, although some, like this one, is quite terrifying. That dog also looks like a cleaner, less scruffy version of Boo.














And for reasons I won't get into, this causes me amusement. How this critter went from this:



To something a bit more in keeping with his wild nature. Pity about the glass. I'm sure the kid would have made for a lovely snack.



Last Five
1. Gloria (live) - U2
2. The ghost of you lingers - Spoon
3. Bottom of the world - Tom Waits*
4. Avalanche - Ryan Adams
5. Babylon - David Gray

Friday, February 29, 2008

Assortments

1. The big curling news will be announced on Tuesday. Unless it isn’t. But right now, it looks promising.

2. This article just goes to show one more reason why Gordon Pinsent is a national treasure. But they couldn’t get him a seat at the Oscars? Are you kidding me?

3. We are now the proud owners of a new queen sized bed. After spending most of the last three years on a standard GN double, Cathy decided that enough was enough. The bed was small enough that if one of us was sick or tossing and turning for some reason, one of us would end up sleeping on the couch. That someone was normally Cathy as she fits on a couch better.

However, there was still some small adventure with the beds. NorthMart delivered it, but the housing people couldn’t pick up the old bed the same day, leaving us with two beds for an evening. The next morning, around 9:30, the movers from housing showed up. They knocked once and then just came right on in. Fortunately, Cathy was up and dressed. Still. A little more advanced warning would be nice. Or, you know, waiting for someone to open the door for you is also good.

The bedroom actually looks bigger, but I imagine that’s a combination of losing one piece of furniture and the magic of Cathy’s organizational abilities.

4. I have successfully purchased a ticket to see the New York Yankees play the Boston Red Sox on April 16. It’s in BX 602, which if you go here you will see is in the upper tier behind home plate. I’m pretty happy with that, and that I was able to get a ticket for what is always one of the big tickets series. I’m looking forward to that game. Actually, most of the New York trip is getting filled out quickly. I still have decided what museum to visit though – the MET, MOMA or the Hayden Planetarium. Any suggestions?



5. Talking about comics, here are my two favourite silly things comic book related today. The New York Comic Con will be offering up a few “show exclusive” items. Go here for the updated list. But there’s something about the Limited Edition Ghost of Obi-wan Kenobi bobble head doll that’s vastly amusing to me. Somewhere, the Ghost of Sir Alec Guinness is screaming and screaming.

6. And meanwhile, over on Mike Sterling’s Progressive Ruin has gone through Diamond’s Preview Catalog. If it’s weird and even vaguely related to comic books and pop culture, Diamond lists it in this small monthly bible. Mike’s managed to find thing that even he considers bizarre. I have to say, the Sweeney Todd shaving kit set is my personal favourite, although owning an Operation Hulk! board game is also pretty tempting.

7. Finally, we got our copy of one of our favourite magazines today, Mental Floss. If you’re at all a fan of fun trivia, then you should be picking up this magazine. They also have my favourite leap year story. Three siblings, each born on successive February 29ths. Too bizarre…

Last Five
1. Turn this car around - Tom Petty
2. My music at work - The Tragically Hip*
3. Set the fire to the third bar - Snow Patrol
4. Crumbs from your table - U2
5. When the deal goes down - Bob Dylan

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

A lack of updates

It's approaching the end of February, which means we're now dealing with tax related stuff. This is always a joy to deal with, as I'm sure most of you know. And our taxes aren't even that complicated. A T-4 each for both of us, I'm waiting for one for some freelance work I did. And the niggling tax receipts from banks and whatnot. We normally like to file as early as possible. I know we have until the end of April, but we like to get this stuff sent to our accountant as soon as possible. We want our money back right away. Plus, our accountant gets very, very busy in a hurry at this time of the year.

Anyway, this evening was spent sloughing through receipts and forms and trying to figure out where we've invested our money and who owes us paperwork. Not the most fun way to spend an evening, but at least we're reassured that we won't go starving any times soon. And that's something we couldn't say a couple of years ago.

By the way, for those of you waiting for the big news, the wait continues. I was hoping to have something to announce on either Sunday or even today, but there have been snags and setbacks. Now it's going to be Friday at the earliest before I know something and maybe not even then. It's a pain in the ass, but I'm sorry, that's just the way it's working out.

I should also mention that this big secret is curling related. It's not personal. So for those of you emailing me wondering if Cathy is pregnant, she's not. She is not pregnant now, nor will she be in the short-to-intermediate future. We have Boo. That's enough of a cute and noisy package for us right now.

Last Five
1. Monster hospital - Metric
2. Can't you figure it out? - Sloan
3. American skin (live) - Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band*
4. Hollywood nights - Bob Seger
5. Only lovers left alive - The Long Blondes

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

The problem with being uncensored

While it’s not on my regular blog reading list, I do check in on Nunavut Uncensored from time to time. I’ve always had mixed feelings about the blog. On the one hand, I certainly understand the need some people have to vent about their feelings on living in Nunavut and working in the GN without worry of retribution. And there’s enough precedent out there to show that this is a legitimate concern.

On the other hand, I had a bad feeling about how this blog was going to turn out. And it wasn’t so much the posts. Yeah, people will vent and complain, but there still is a degree of thought process that goes into creating a blog post. More than once I’ve written something, stepped back from the computer and went, “nope” and deleted it. Plus, the blog is moderated. If someone submitted a truly hateful piece of writing, I suspect the moderator would just chuck it.

No, it was always the comments section I was worried about. And this kind of proves my concern.

I’m 38 years old. I’ve been online for more than 15 years now, which I suspect tips me to the “freaking old” end of the bell curve. I got online in ’92 (I blame Kirsten for that) when all you could find was email, newsgroups and MUDs (Multi-User Dungeons. Think of it as a very, very, very primitive version of Worlds of Warcraft). What that means is that I’ve seen a fair amount of crap on my time online. I remember getting roasted in flame wars on comic book news groups, of all bloody things.

And some of it was fun. I admit when I was in my early 20s to getting enjoyment from tweaking people I consider to be idiots at best, exceptional assholes at worst. But some of it was truly hideous stuff and I was kind of glad that I left it behind as I grew older. I’m not saying this kind of bile disappeared as the internet evolved from newsgroups to websites and boards. Of course it didn’t. I’m just saying I got to the point that I stopped going or seeking out places where this kind of thing happens.

I rarely even read the comments section to news stories anymore. Again, if you want to see some truly ridiculous, over-the-top, intolerant and hateful discourse, check out the Globe and Mail’s comments section on any controversial news story, especially political.

This is a pretty long-winded way of saying I knew things were eventually going to get ugly over at Nunavut Uncensored. The premise of the site encourages anonymous comments without fear of consequence. And when you give that people that much rope, they go looking for people to hang.

And how did I know? Well, perhaps a touch of a lack of faith in human nature might have something to do with it. But this isn’t the first place people in Nunavut could go and vent about things in an anonymous fashion. It might be dead now (although there were threats of its resurrection recently) Rantin’ and Raven was a message board where people could say anything they wanted without fear of being known or any kind of consequences.

And man, some of the most vile, personal attacks I’ve ever seen online showed up on that board. I only read it a handful of times before getting disgusted with it, but the shit that used to get posted there. If there was a way to denigrate a territorial politician, they found it. Every scurrilous rumour, lie and half-truth made its way there. Local people doing nothing more than living their lives were often raked over the coals for their behaviour.

It was a vile, unredemptive piece of the internet that I’m not sad to see it gone. Maybe there were good things about it. As I said, I never frequented the board that much, but I certainly didn’t see much of it. For God’s sake, there was a thread making fun of Polar Man. Jesus, the guy is harmless. Why would you make fun of him like that?

Nunavut Uncensored is nowhere near that bad. Not even in the same ball park. Nor do I expect it to be. But I am seeing some of the old hatred, intolerance and other crap that I used to see on Rantin’ and Raven creeping in over there. And I have no time for it. None. I don’t want to get into a “I’m too old for this shit” type of rant, but man, I’m 38 years old. Some of the stuff I saw in one of the last Nunavut Uncensored threads reminded me of high school.

Is there a need to talk about some of the challenges and frustrations that can sometimes hit you while living in Nunavut? Absolutely. I want intelligent discussion about the problems facing Nunavut and how we can go about fixing them. But I'm not sure Nunavut Uncensored is the answer. Then again, I have to admit I don't really know what the solution is right now either.

Last Five
1. Your own worst enemy - Bruce Springsteen
2. Mean Mr. Mustard - The Beatles
3. Medley (live) - The Chieftains*
4. You can't always get what you want - The Rolling Stones
5. You can look (live) - Bruce Springsteen

Monday, February 25, 2008

Wrap-up

You know, some of you mock my fixation with curling, but the Curling News linked to me and my traffic goes up by 50 per cent from last Monday. Maybe I should turn this into a curling blog or something.

As for the big news, I still can't announce it. It's frustrating and driving me nuts, but that's the way these things work sometimes. It could still fall apart, although that would make me very sad. But to answer the Curling News, no, my being on a winning curling team wasn't the big news. I have a healthy ego, but I'm not quite that large an egomaniac. This is legitimately a big deal....if I can ever get to talk about it.

Not much else to report today. I had a discretionary day to burn before the end of March so I decided to take it today. So it was pretty much a nice, lazy day around the house. I took it in case I needed to recover from the Furspiel. Lord knows I needed it last year. It took me days to recover. I skipped my next league curling game because I was in so much pain. This time, I'm fine. I'll even curl again tomorrow. Of course, the fact I have to collect my money for winning the Furspiel from the team's Skip has nothing to do with that.

Also, no suggestions on what to do with the cargo I won. Cathy can't think of anything. Maybe some we could get some food shipped up, but probably not. And we thought about the bed, but that would be complicated bit of business. Also, she wants to get it relatively soon. That means we likely wouldn't be able to at least lie on it first before buying it.

So I'll probably just sell it. Besides, the couple of hundred dollars I would get for it would come in handy for the New York Trip Fund.

Anyway, tomorrow there will be nothing about curling on the blog. I promise.

Last Five
1. The Kerry polka - The Wonderful Grand Band
2. Rise up with fists - Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins
3. Look away - Big Country*
4. Stray - The Trews
5. X and Y - Coldplay

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Defender

I got to say, it's awfully nice to say that I'm a defending curing champion. Can't recall that ever happening before. We won the Furspiel this afternoon. I think the final score was 13-5, but it was actually much closer than that. It was tied 5-5 after the fifth. It was 9-5 in the ninth with the opposing team drawing for one, but their stone picked up a piece of debris, allowing us to steal four. Which is a crappy piece of luck for them. You hate winning a game like that.

It was just a rough start to the game. I was shooting crap and we had some bad breaks. But we managed to turn it around. And hell, it was a lot of fun. We were curling the same time as the Scotties final was going on, so people taped the score to the windows to let us know what was happening. And the junior teams taped a sign to the window to cheer us on. Of course, their coaches were on the other team, so they might have just trying to tease them. Still, it was a laugh.

And hey, we got a trophy this year. And it's a pretty nice one. One of the guys in the club designed it. It looks like a komitik.



And hey, here's one of the winning team: Ed, Beth, me and Steve.



So, I guess we'll have to try for a threepeat next year.

Oh, and there were door prizes. Thankfully for my future health, I didn't win the plane ticket. However, I did manage to win 100 kg of cargo with First Air. Of course, I have no idea what to do with 100 kg of cargo. I had a couple who are moving this summer offer to buy it from me, so that's an option. Any suggestions?

One more bonspiel left for the year and only about a month of curling left. I'm not sorry to see that winter is progressing along (we're not close to it being over yet), but I always am sad to see the end of the season.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Because you demanded it....more curling

So, because I know some of you have been pining away for more curling related news, here are a few updates.

1. I'm curling in the Furspiel this weekend (no, that's not a typo). The team I'm on are the defending champions and we managed to make it into the final again. We play tomorrow afternoon. There are not as many teams this year, which is kind of disappointing. But that's just the way this curling season has been. It's been a bit harder to round up the bodies. Come October, we might be beating them off with sticks. Bur right now it's a bit of a struggle.

Still, we're in the money. The team that finishes first gets $1,600. Second place gets $1,000. Not bad for a weekend's work. I am hurting a bit, although nowhere near as bad as last year.

2. I've been watching some of the Scotties Tournament of Hearts. Now, Newfoundland is gone, eliminated in a tie-breaker yesterday. But it's a funny thing. We've been talking about it at the curling club. There are people from pretty much every province in Canada and we're each cheering for our home province. But having spoken to a few of my fellow Newfoundlanders, we're feeling a bit uncomfortable cheering for Heather Strong, the Newfoundland skip.

I don't know Strong. At all. Maybe she's a really nice person. But there were two things this week that caught my ear. In one of them, she lost a game to Manitoba after she has to rush her last shot because the game clock was ticking off the last few seconds. Because of that, she missed and Manitoba was able to take two and win 8-7. After the game she blamed her front end for not watching the clock and making sure they had lots of time.

In other game, she apparently blamed her front end for not making their shots, which was burying them early and getting them in trouble. I believe someone from TSN then popped up the percentage stats and showed they were actually curling a lot better than Strong.

Look, I've been on plenty of teams where I've wanted to kill players for not making their shots. I'm sure there have been plenty of times where players have wanted to kill me for not. But you try not to bitch about it during a game. Especially when you're miked. And hey, maybe you don't got and tell a reporter how much your front end sucks after the game.

Skips, the good ones, have pretty healthy egos as a rule. You need one to think you can call a game better than anyone else and to face the pressure of making the last shot in an end or a game. But if Strong is getting on with this type of things, well....

Not to mention that Brad Gushue certainly seems to have burned every inch of good will in the province since winning the gold medal two years ago. We have some good curlers in Newfoundland right now. I just wish, I don't know, they were easier to cheer for nationally.

3. The Curling News has more on the Rockstar Curling show in the United States. As silly as it might sound, it looks like it might be a go.

4. I might have some legitimately big curling news to announce. I've been sitting on it for weeks and it's driving me nuts. But with some luck I might be able to announce in in the coming week. Maybe even tomorrow. It's pretty cool, actually.

Last Five
1. He lied about death - Stars
2. Overlap (live) - Ani DiFranco
3. Everybody knows - The Duhks*
4. Little trip to heaven - Tom Waits
5. Doginabag - The Fratellis

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Purge

Municipal politics is a very, very silly bit of business. There’s a quote Ricker Mercer made about it years ago that I’ve been desperately trying to remember, but I think it goes something like this: Only crazy people get involved in politics, and only the truly crazy go into municipal politics. Which sounds about right.

In most municipal politics, there is a limited amount of damage a local council can do. Oh, I know, they can still screw things up. I’ve covered enough small town councils in my day to be very much aware of this (one council stopped giving me the minutes to their meetings after some negative stories, resulting in a few angry phone calls back and forth to Municipal Affairs). But the fact is that Big Brother is always there to bail them out. Big Brother being the provincial government.

That’s not really the case with St. John’s. Oh, they’re just as crazy a lot as any small town council. But there’s not much in the way of help coming from the provincial government. A bit of cash now and then. But if you live in St. John’s and need help with something, go ahead and call your local MHA. See how far you get. I’ve said this before on this blog and it’s worth saying again – I had a still sitting MHA tell me once that St. John’s MHAs wouldn’t know the difference between a fire alarm and the phone, both go off that infrequently.

This is a long-winded way of saying that as silly as the upcoming byelections for city council are, they may also be the most important municipal elections in 30 years.

City councils are remarkably stagnant beasts. Once someone gets elected it’s awfully, awfully hard to get them out of there. They generally have to die, retire or fuck-up spectacularly. There’s no political party winds of change to unroost them. Every municipal election the same crowd run and the same crowd normally gets re-elected, by name recognition as much as anything else.

However, this by-election offers a rare opportunity, thanks to some good old-fashioned political greed.

Wells resignation started a predictable chain-reaction. Wells might have been full of crap when he said a byelection for mayor would cost $500,000, but he was right in the sense that when you toss in all the dominos that began to fall when he quits, it will cost about half a million dollars.

So Doc O'Keefe steps down as deputy mayor to run for mayor. That means there has to be an election to fill his job. At least two councilors are thinking about running for that position, which means there has to be a byelection for those empty spots. Not to mention one of the ward councilors is thinking about a run for mayor himself, and that means another byelection.

That could mean five of the 11 seats on council are now up for grabs. Maybe more, maybe less. But that’s a good voting block right there. It might have changed since ’05, but when I covered council, it frequently split 6-5 on controversial issues.

But it’s not just the voting block. City Council is often called “The Bunker” because that ghastly building looks like something the Americans might have built during World War II to fortify the city from German attack. And just as most of that building is set in concrete, so are most of the opinions from council.

But here’s a chance to change that. With so many current councilors running for new positions, there’s a real chance for turnover. With some luck, each currently sitting councilor could actually lose. That could mean five completely new faces on council.

And lord, if there was ever a place in need of new faces, new blood and a touch of youth, St. John’s City Council is the place. It hasn’t been serious shaken up in decades. The animosity, bitterness and nastiness has been locked in. I swear, they should get a member of each organized religion along with a pagan or two to do a cleansing ceremony after the June elections. Just to purge whatever linger negative energy is still kicking around.

It might be a dream, but it is a chance to shake the place up. And it’s the best one the people of St. John’s have had in quite some time. Jump at it.

Last Five
1. Take it on the run - Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies*
2. One more night - Stars
3. King of pain - The Police
4. My party - Kings of Leon
5. Italian plastic (live) - Crowded House

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Chilled

So let's see what I can dream up this evening...

There was a story a week back talking about how arctic sea ice is expanding this winter as opposed to melting this winter. And given that I can probably count on one hand the number of days since December when it's been warmer than -25 without windchill, that doesn't really come as a surprise.

But it's easy to say it's cold all the time, but here's a couple of things to put it in perspective. First, when I came home from curling last night I had my hands full and apparently I was distracted. That's why I made the cardinal sin of not plugging in the car last night. Now, the car can go unplugged for period's of time with no ill-effect. And this is a new battery, so you would figure it has some zip still in it.

So the answer to the question on how long a battery can last in cold that's around -45 with windchill without being plugged in is: >2.5 hours, but <11 hours. Which is a fairly wide range, but still kind of disappointing. Although not as disappointing as when Cathy tried to use the remote starter this morning and the car didn't work. Or as despairing when I had the sudden flash upon her telling me the car wasn't starting that I may not have remembered to plug it in last night.

No real harm done. I was able to get someone from work to give me a boost, the car is working fine and she's plugged in.

The other bit to deal with the cold is the lunar eclipse happening this evening. When we were driving home at 5, we could see a very brilliant full moon just creeping over the top of one of the hills. That on its own is fairly beautiful and I imagine watching an eclipse turning it blood red or orange would be lovely. I even briefly thought about dragging out my camera, setting it up and getting some shots.

Until I checked the temperature, which currently stands at -46 with windchill. And you know, that's a bit too cold for me to be standing around waiting for the moon to change colours. I rather doubt the camera or the battery that powers it would last all the long either. We'll see. It's 8:20 as I type this. I might change my mind, but I don't see myself standing out there for 20 minutes snapping photos.

If there are photos up on the blog later this evening or tomorrow, then you know I braved it. And that I probably have frostbite.

Oh, and there is one other consequence of the cold - I think it's now been more than two weeks since Boo has been outside. We feel bad, but we've always said -30 is the absolute limit of what we'll take him out in. We'd sooner have him go a little crazy from being cooped up inside for too long rather than seeing what frostbite looks like on a dog.

Last Five
1. Dancing in the dark - Bruce Springsteen
2. Fighting in a sack - The Shins
3. Uptown - Prince
4. Gone to hell - Sean Panting
5. Fame < Infamy - Fall Out Boy

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Doldrums

Cathy's been nagging nagging me (her words) that I haven't written anything in days. I'm just in one of these funks where not only can I not think of much to write about, but what I can think of seems kind of bland. I was going to do something on the municipal elections taking place in St. John's. But honestly, if I can't think of something fun to write about that, then why bother. There will be plenty of serious takes on that particular bit of madness. I'd like to be able to think of something funny to say.

So far, nada.

Although I will point out one thing - Wells was right about this much. His stepping down will likely cost $400,000 or more in elections. Not just the mayoral election; that's silly. But what with the cost of the mayor's election, deputy mayor's election and probably 2-3 councillor-at-large positions, well, that adds up in a hurry.

Someone mentioned why I was wasn't commenting n the Scotties in the previous post. Well, if you really insist...Newfoundland is off to a good start at 4-1. So I'm hopeful, because I really don't think Gushue is going to do squat at the Brier this year.

And now I must away to work. Hopefully something marginally amusing this evening.

Note: Of course, I misspelled doldrums in the headline because I was half awake when I jotted this off in a hurry this morning. It has since been corrected. The kinder among you just ignored it. Of course, all it takes is one abusive anonymous asshole to point our the mistake.

That comment has been deleted. As will all abusive anonymous comments.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

PSA

I got this in my email from Dups. This is either pure genius or totally insane. Which is pretty much how Dups can often be summed up on any given day.

Anyway, for your information.

For Immediate Release

St. Patrick’s Day Drunk Dial 2008 Launched


Montreal, QC, Canada – 16 February 2008 – Today marks the world-wide launch of the campaign for the St. Patrick’s Day Drunk Dial, now in its fourth year. The Drunk Dial asks all St. Patrick’s Day celebrants, between March 15th and 17th 2008, around the world to take a single phone number with them as they party and carouse. People from all over the world can call into the telephone number and leave a message. The funniest and “funnest” will be rewarded!

“After three years of fun, we’re going to do the 2008 Drunk Dial bigger and better than ever!” said organizer Dups of Montreal, Quebec.

This year the telephone number is +1 317 644 6963. Dups warns that there will be long distance charges to the United States but should otherwise be a regular phone call for participants. This year, the organizers intend to give away a portion of any advertising revenue from the web site (http://www.stpatsdrunkdial.com) as well as the customary bottle of Newfoundland Screech Rum.

Dups also noted the public service that the Drunk Dial tries to provide.

“For years I was one of those poor sots who called his friends late night on St. Pat’s Day after having had a few. One year I became a pariah and there were calls for a public castration for all my drunken dialing. Imagine the friendships and relationships that we are saving!”

St. Patrick’s Day has become an international celebration of epic proportions no matter ethnicity, creed, color or the quality of the Guinness. Said Niall Brown, another organizer:

“I think people can identify with a man who got rid of an infestation of snakes. I mean if you woke up in the middle of the night and your country was infested with snakes, wouldn’t you want to celebrate the man who got rid of them. Heck, I’d have a couple drinks in his honor. I’d even call and tell someone about it, and that’s what the Drunk Dial is all about.”

Whether it’s about snakes, drinking or just a phone call to tell us how St. Patrick’s Day is going for you: have fun and give us a call at +1 317 644 6963.

More information about the Drunk Dial and the rules are available at: http://www.stpatsdrunkdial.com

About the St. Patrick’s Day Drunk Dial

The St. Patrick’s Drunk Dial began in 2005 with all of Dups’ friends calling him from around the world on St. Patrick’s Day. Sadly he was too inebriated to remember who won that first year. In subsequent years the reach and popularity of the event has spread far and wide and now we want 2008 to be the biggest year ever! For more information e-mail info@stpatsdrunkdial.com or visit http://www.stpatsdrunkdial.com

Thursday, February 14, 2008

V-Day

Not a bad Valentine's Day for us at the Chateau. I was smart enough to order flowers for Cathy a couple of weeks ago so I didn't have to face the hordes at Baffin Flowers. I walked in, said I had ordered some flowers, they got them for me and that was that. Took five minutes. As opposed to the line-up winding its way through the store, filled with people (ok, men) desperately trying to get some last minute flowers. And likely being gouged silly. Flowers up here aren't cheap. I saw a dozen mostly dead roses at Arctic Ventures of $50.

Hell, I went into my boss's office at 2 p.m. today and he was desperately trying to order a dozen roses.

So one of the key tricks - order flowers a couple of weeks in advance and hey, your loved one might not necessarily like roses. Cathy prefer gerber daisies, which makes things easier. Roses are a pain in the ass at this time of the year.

Also, I did bother with chocolates. Which might seem strange, but you get your loved one a treat they will like. Cathy's not the biggest chocolate person in the world, so why get them.

So I got....Pringles.

Hey, they're already mostly gone, so I did something all right.

We'll go out to supper tomorrow evening when there won't be ridiculous crowds with over-priced and limited menus. So it might not be a standard Valentine's Day, but it'll still be a nice couple of days.

But for those of you coming here looking for something romantic, well, I've got just the thing for you. Sadly, this comic doesn't really exist, although I wish it did. The poster of Nipsey Russell is a priceless addition. I actually remember watching him on Match Game as a kid.



If you want more, go to this site.

And happy Valentine's Day, where ever you are....

Last Five
1. Crashing down - The Pursuit of Happiness
2. Fashionable people - Joel Plaskett Emergency*
3. Earthquake weather - Beck
4. Stealing my heart - Rolling Stone
5. Soft revolution - Stars

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Jaded

It occurs to me that I haven't been talking much about what's happening around town with the two of us.

...

Ummm, that's because there's really not much happening. I don't pretend to have a firm grasp of Inuit culture, but if I'm not mistaken this was the time of the year that traditionally they didn't go out and about much because it was too damn cold and too damn dark. Well, it might be getting a bit brighter around here, but it's certainly not getting much warmer. It's been constantly colder than -30 for the better part of the last two months. It's not really been the kind of weather where you decide to just go out for a stroll. The poor, poor dog hasn't been outside the apartment in weeks. That might seem cruel, but it's crueler to take him outside in this cold. Even with his coat and boots he can only last a few minutes before he starts doing his little "fuck I'm cold, let's go back inside" dance.

This weekend is promising relatively balmy temps in the mid -20s, so hopefully we can get him out for a decent walk then.

But other than that, we lead quiet lives. I imagine we wouldn't mind getting out and doing stuff, but really, we're kind of comfortable right now. As boring as coming home, watching some TV, doing some reading, playing a few video games and cuddling up might sound to people use to going out to bars, it works for us right now. We're not bored of it, so why change?

So, to sum up.
1. Can't really talk about work. Mine or Cathy's
2. It's too cold to do much outside other than freeze.
3. Too cold for the dog to go out.
4. We're borderline anti-social to begin with unless people kidnap us from our apartment, which they haven't been lining up to do anyway.
5. Have been up north long enough that we're not so much at the point where nothing surprises us, but it does take bit more to jolt us into thinking it's weird. Snowmobiles blasting past us at Mach 2, kids drinking Slushies in -35 and animal skins being stretch behind someone's house is no longer weird. It's the North.

All of which leads to #6.

Not much to blog about, really. Oh sure, there's still news that catches my eye. But I figure I've been a little lax in blogging about things Nunavut related. And this is just to let people know that I want to, it's just that it's a wee bit harder than it was when we first arrived 30 months ago.

Last Five
1. History to the defeated - The Weakerthans
2. Because of you - Tony Bennett and k.d. lang
3. The chain - Fleetwood Mac
4. Love like that - Mark Bragg
5. Hit me baby, one more time (live) - Travis

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Back on station

With the writers strike just about over, shows are gearing up to return. I thought most of the shows would be a write-off for the rest of this season, but no, some of them are going to be coming back. For the complete list of what is likely to come back over the next couple of months, try this TV Guide list.

It'll be interesting to see how much damage this strike will do to the TV programming. There's not many shows on that list that I watch on a regular basis. I watch House, Chuck, Pushing Daisies, Bones and The Amazing Race on a regular basis. CSI and Numbers every now and then. And after that, not so much.

I suspect I'm probably not alone, and the strike has cost the networks and shows a lot of viewers. It's never a good idea to remind people that they can do just fine without watching TV shows.

Out of the shows I regularly watch, only House is coming back before the end of May. And probably only four episodes. Which kind of sucks as House has been really good this year. They're holding back Chuck and Pushing Daisies and relaunching them in September. And I don't know when the the next Amazing Race will air.

So really, we won't be watching much in the way of regular TV shows until September. I think we'll be just fine. We've survived so far quite easily. And I suspect we're not the only ones.

Last Five
1. Room with a view - Spirit of the West
2. The boys of summer - Don Henley
3. I got trouble - Christina Aguilera
4. Something beautiful - Tracy Bonham
5. The shadow government - They Might Be Giants*