Talk about a blast from the past.
Talk about a blast from the past.
Talk about a blast from the past.
The sun rises through the trees in my front yard (aka parking lot)
I love mornings like this!
Tonight I’m hoping to go up to St. Petersburg again! That is, if I can get everyone organized.
What does your day hold in store?
Cam is zonked out on the couch. Don’t think he’s used to the time change just yet. Although that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, ’cause he was just telling me half an hour ago about how it so doesn’t feel like 9pm.
Me: “What, so you feel like it’s six still?”
Ah, I dunno. Guess it could be all the somewhat large dinner we had. Anyway.
Yesterday, after enjoying the soyscrambled pancakes I took Cam out for a tour of the area. We did a little housing research on the web first, but it was pretty tedious, because indeed, as predicted, Simon’s net connection got cut. So we were faced with using this random, unprotected wireless network being broadcast by some unknown soul somewhere within a 50 yards radius of my apartment. And likely close to 50 yards away, too, since the signal rates a lousy 2 out of 5 on the strength scale on average (though I did just see it pop up to three for a second there). One place, found through the classifieds, seemed priced a little too good to be true — and it was. Yep. Small, sad little apartment, situated right beside a run-down trailer park.
Now to be clear, I’ve got nothing against trailer parks. I lived in one for close to three weeks. They can be pretty nice! This one wasn’t. And yeah — an un-nice trailer park? It’s everything you’re thinking.
We checked out a few other apartments and nothing was really anything near his price range.
Cam grabbing an info-sheet on a house whose price was way overinflated.
“Ah well,” I said, “we’ll print out a better listing tomorrow at work.”
And of course we forgot. Oops. Oh well. A good portion of work today was spent discussing the best way to restructure our CVS tree, and Cam had quite a bit of good input. So, although we don’t yet have a computer for him, or, for that matter, even a table for him to sit at, he’s making good progress. He’s got some of his stuff (a backpack, some books) stashed in my cube for the time-being.
Anyway, not that you’re here, I’ve got a couple more pictures from the night Cam and I went downtown to check out the art.
Cam bent the tree out of shape. It was really foggy out that night; you can see some of the droplets reflecting the flash.
It would have been nice to had a tripod for this shot, but I think it’s pretty yummy even without:
The high voltage fountain; it’s pretty cool — it changes colours every few minutes.
Cam bought cow moo today. It’s okay, I can forgive his feeble mind. And he wonders why his nose is running so bad. No, Cam, it’s not the sudden change in climate. Keep telling yourself that. See how things go.
Add one more thing to the list of stuff I really don’t need but really want: Dune‘s album Expedicion. Actually any Dune album will do. I’ve been a bit obsessed with Dune (again) ever since Mark M at work gave me the “Test Bronchial Resistances” scenario. See, he had this burning (ha!) desire to give me the file on CD, so I told him he’d “better not give me another disc with 32k on it like last time!”
So he threw eight Dune music videos on it.
Totally didn’t figure Mark to be the kind of guy to listen to Dune. Let me just put it this way — every time I walk by his desk, he’s either listening to Metallica, Pink Floyd, or AC/DC.
Turns out he discovered one song of theirs by accident on Kazaa, and liked it, so every time he went on Kazaa, he’d do a search for Dune again and kept finding more stuff he liked, and eventually he stumbled across their videos. That’s pretty neat. I didn’t even know they had videos.
Anyway, I’ve got eBay set up to email me when it finds something, so that’s all good.
What frivolous stuff do you want?
Cam: thoughts ? I have thoughts ? … oh … let see … soy milk – my thought is that krishen has las left what we call ‘the real world’ … my belief is that no matter what “food” you buy it will have ‘crap’ in it … and holding your body to not experiencing that ‘crap’ does more harm than good – hence why kids ‘should’ eat dirt, play in the mud — and everyone should eat bugs !!! However, all that said, I pleasantly have what is offered to me (I am not a picky mooch), so I tried, and liked, the scammbled soy-eggs. Though I don’t suggest it to our vegan friends 😉
Krishen: The eggs were actually pretty good! Included on the ingredient list: chili powder, McCormick’s “Salt Free Garlic and Herb”, salt, and pepper. Sharp cheddar grated on top and served with lightly buttered 100% whole wheat. Basically there were so many flavours that I couldn’t taste the soy. Heh, well not really — there was an enjoyable subtle nut flavour to them. I recommend using plain soy milk, though — the vanilla flavoring in the soy milk I used came out while the eggs were cooking, making it smell like I was cooking pancakes!
Update, 6:32pm. Krishen: Cam, I think all that milk you’ve been drinking has affected the reasoning portion of your brain! 😉
I think I may be the only person on earth to ever try this. I’ll report back my progress post-meal.
Because Simon is my ISP (I’ve been connected to the internet through him wirelessly for the past 5 months), and he’s not renewing for the month of March (he’s moving to Winnipeg in two weeks!), I may be without internet access for the next few days. Updates may be sporadic.
A note about the picture — after eating dinner at Tropical Thai downtown, Cam and I headed downtown; this is one more in the series of art by the waterfront. Now it’s your turn to be the art critic — what would you call this piece?
Wow. Can’t believe it’s March already. Means I’ve been working at a certain human patient simulation company for eight months. It’s been quite the ride so far.
Saw my first NHL game in Florida on Thursday! Went with Dean from Testing, Mara (a customer who knows Dean), Kara (from Marketing) and two of the doctors who spoke at the conference.
Two Florida teams, the Panthers and Lightning, were playing. Talk about hilarous. At least twice a period they’d have fit “Bud Girls” in tight black pants and midriff-baring white tops skate out on the ice with brooms and shovels to smooth out the ice around crease. And if there was a goal? Prepare to cover your ears, because they’d set off a deafening foghorn that would have surely caused the Memorial arena’s roof to fall in 10 years sooner had it been there. Had a fun time screaming “How much time is left?!” with 1:03 left in the second. You see, they’d announce when there’s a minute left in the period. Total cheese! The things you have to do to get people interested in good sport down here. Man.
Trivia time! How much energy is used if an 1100 watt device is left running for 26 hours?
Cam was supposed to arrive last night from Vancouver (he’ll be crashing at my place for a little while), but I found out (through a manager) that due to complications at the border, he didn’t make it. I understand he’s supposed to arrive sometime today, but I haven’t heard from him, so I’m not sure what the deal is.
Man. Time has been zipping by these past few days. Barely had a second to think.
I’m sitting in my living room, it’s Saturday morning. The blinds are slightly drawn. And I feel slightly hungover, a dull ache in my head. My mouth is dry. My whites are re-tumbling; they’ve been sitting in the dryer since Tuesday accumulating wrinkles.
I was at the conference again on Thursday — but due to a lack of good communication, I ended up driving just myself there in the minivan. It was cool though, it meant I got to use cruise control (which my car lacks), and that I got to blast great music the whole way there. Hertz includes satellite radio, pretty cool stuff.
The day itself was fantastic. There were some absolutely great speakers, including a presentation of Richmond, Virginia’s mind-blowing Emergency Medical Services. These guys are just nuts. They don’t keep their ambulances in hospitals or their own separate buildings, like you might expect. Instead, they’re continually redistributed into zones around the city, based on the statistical probability of their need in that area. It would be easy to think they’re slacking off, since it’s not unsual to see them at 7-11’s or McDonalds, when in reality they’re simply dead in the center of their zone. Average time between a help call and having someone on the scene? 4.5 minutes.
The amount of data these guys have on their area is impressive — 10 years worth if I remember correctly. Want to know what part of the city has the most cardiac arrests on a Friday night in a pub where the victim earns more than 30,000 a year? Their system will plot blue dots on a map of the region, allowing you to select areas and drill down as needed. If the number of incidents per minute are more than 2 standard deviations from the statistical average, the head supervisors for the EMS program are automatically paged by the system.
They’re producing an 80-lead (instead of the standard 12-lead) ECG. Instead of analyzing trouble spots in the waveforms, this thing produces a 3d representation of the body and does the interpretation for you, colourizing potential trouble spots. It’s wicked cool — makes the chances of missing a potential heart attack on the right side of the body and on the back much lower.
And those are just a couple examples. You can read more at the VCURES website. Incredible stuff these guys are doing. I wish I had a copy of the keynote to show you — Dr. Ornato was a fantastic speaker. None of what he said was fear-based hype and it easily could have been, given the topic was emergency medicine. Suppose it’s part of the difference first-hand experience makes. He and the VCURES team are making the lives of trauma victims better, in obvious, measurable ways. I think the whole conference found it inspirational. Gained my respect, that’s for sure.