More Jon Stewart

Normally I’d make this part of a regular post, but this was too good to sit on. Remember how I wrote about Jon Stewart [wikipedia] a few days ago? Well, Friday he appeared on CNN’s Crossfire — a show which describes itself as “[examining] the political and social issues impacting the United States … [with] cutting edge debates focusing on daily news events” — and told them they were doing a lousy job. It ain’t pretty.

Hello hello


Ack, I have been struck by a case blogneglect. Sorry about that. Have had a few hard drive space issues in the past couple of days that have hindered things, combined with a ramp-up period at work, meaning shorter evenings. I would like you to know, though, that those San Diego pictures will be up in the next day or so 🙂
This afternoon I’m going to Mote Marine (an aquarium in Sarasota) with Cam, Melissa, Hugo, and the interns Patricia and Ines. I’m excited — they have sharks! At least, I think they do. It’ll be neat to see what the local waters hold in terms of plants and animals, and how it compares/contrasts to the BC coast (which has one of the most diverse sea-life populations in the world).
Then it’s over to Jeff in the evening another of his famed BBQs (and undoubtedly, some hockey action). It’s crazy, the BBQs are getting to be an institution. This one must be the fourth or fifth in a row he’s hosted.

Louder than words

I’m back in Sarasota, safe and sound. The only excitement of the trip back came in Houston, while waiting to board the jet to Sarasota. What was the excitement? Well I almost waited the plane away. Note to self: even though you can hear other boarding calls inside the cafe, doesn’t mean you’re going to hear yours. Thankfully I got on the plane in time, as I was paying close attention to the time (and I was within “eyeshot” of the gate).
So yeah. I touched down in Sarasota at quarter to five local time, just a little over seven hours ago, and I’ve already managed to injure myself playing Ultimate. Note to self #2: do do a stretch before jumping.
I would like to mention that my website is going to be out of commission for a few days as the machine which serves davin.ws, a PowerMac G4, gets physically relocated to Vancouver from Victoria where it now resides, and the domain gets repointed. Everything should be back to normal by Wednesday, but if not, just keep hitting F5, I’m sure something interesting will happen, eventually.
Downtime for davin.ws also means my gallery from San Diego won’t be up for a little bit. But it’ll be worth it! Gots me some nize pitchers.
A couple things I’d like to point your attention to before I call it a night. I bought Rolling Stone magazine today for something to read on the plane, issue #960. Let me just say it’s a great issue. RS has always been kinda hit or miss for me, but this one’s a keeper. In addition to a big interview with Comedy Central’s king-wit Jon Stewart (which they’ve posted online), there’s also a very interesting writeup on Bob Dylan and his life/music, as well as R.E.M.’s lead singer Michael Stipe. And lots of other good stuff. Incidentally, I bought Jon’s book on Thursday, America (The book): A Citizen’s Guide to Democracy Inaction, and so far (I’ve read the forward, the overview, and part of the first chapter), it continues the Daily Show’s tradition of insight through biting satire. Excellent stuff. Finally, if you haven’t seen it yet, go check out the video for Sarah McLachlan‘s new single, World on Fire. All I can say is, wow. Nice work.

Fin

To those who sent me their address: your postcard is in the mail! 🙂
Wow, what an amazing week. That presentation I spoke about? It went well. As it turns out the environment wasn’t as formal as I was expecting (yeah), and the group was smaller too (double-yeah).
Friday night Pat and I wandered down the California coastline, hung out at the beach for a bit, and found a great little Thai restaurant in Encinitas for dinner. (Aside: Pat had Sirius satellite radio in her Hertz rental, and we heard a anthem of sorts, “Never” by The Roc Project. Full-on epic trance — although it seems to to have come out in 2003, I heard it for the first time eight days ago as part of ravetrax.com‘s weekly live show, Casual Fridays, while DJ Naki was spinning. Naki was singing along while it was playing, she’s got a great singing voice. If you find yourself without plans on a Friday, tune from about 8pm EST onward, there’s some great music to be heard.)
Did a tour of San Diego by trolley today, that was lots of fun. It was a nice setup, for $25 you got a 2.5 hour narrated tour of the city, with ten stops along the way. It took me through Oldtown, the Midway aircraft carrier museum, upper and lower Gaslamp, along the waterfront, past the naval ships, over the bridge to Coronado, past the San Diego Zoo and up to El Prado (home to several museums). The trolleys ran every half hour, so you could get off and look around at any of them along the way — which I did at Seaport Village and El Prado. Lots of fun, snapped a few pics too, which I shall be posting over the next few days 🙂
Off to bed for me! I’ve got a 7am flight to catch.

Danger is my middle name


Wow, today was great. When I actually got out of my hotel room, I mean. Guess my body’s still on Eastern time… even though I went to bed at close to 3 am, I still woke up at 6:30. Let me tell you, that’s one messed up headspace to be in… it’s a weekday, but you have a day off, and you’re in the wrong timezone after having stayed up too late. In a strange(ly comfortable!) bed. Suffice to say I ended up really getting up around 9:30 or so, researched what there was to see in San Diego (this mostly involved tooling around where2eat.com), shortlisted a few places, after which I felt like I’d hardly have any time left to go see them. Thankfully it was earlier than I thought. So, after taking care of a couple chores for work I made the 40-minute drive pretty much back to where I got rental car — to Cabrillo National Monument Park. It’s an ode to the first European to set foot on the west coast of what is now the United States. Don’t ask me how he managed.. that’s one heckuva detour from Spain.
But it aside from all the talk about Master Explorer Guy, the park had the most fantastic bit of intertidal zone roped off, where you could get right down to the ocean and observe all the stuff going on. That’s where both shots in this entry came from. It’s really an amazing coastline. Highly recommended if you ever visit. There’s a number of other cool pics I have to show you once I get back and can do up a proper gallery.
So. Now that I’ve driven it around a little more, a comment or two on the ‘Stang: It sucks. A lot. Of gas. The tank is half-empty already. Not only that, but it’s got a mean blindspot over my right shoulder (there’s a post in the way), and the mirrors are small and inadequate at best. The dash is also hard to read in the sun (oops, guess they forgot it’s a convertible), and every control I touched felt, well… flimsy isn’t the right word, because they weren’t… they were just more.. vulnerable — like they’d break if I wasn’t careful with them. Now, to be fair, the ride was super smooth. And the stereo was nice. And of course having a convertible was awesome. I always thought having a convertible would mean eating lots of bugs, papers flying around, all that — no, as it turns out, the windshield takes care of all that. 🙂 The only thing that would have made the driving experience better would have been a kick ass soundtrack. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any of my CDs with me — every one which matters has been ripped and transferred to my iPod — so I couldn’t take advantage of the built-in six-disc changer. No Sasha: Involver for me.
On the flip-side, because of my iPod, I was able to listen to the Presidential debate on foreign policy, for free. No chance of finding that on CD. In time to be useful for the masses, anyhow.
Went to Claim Jumper for dinner with a few peeps from work. Great food, though there’s a LOT of it. Note to self: skip appetizers next time.
Anyhow, just getting ready for work tomorrow — turns out the people I’m giving the presentation to won’t be there until after lunch, so I’ve got an opportunity to give the system a dry-run before its prime-time viewing.. cool. 🙂

Arrival

Woo, well, I made it to my hotel room in San Diego! Technically, I guess I’m North of San Diego in a town called Oceanside, now. All the rooms have high-speed internet wired right into them, and even include the ethernet cable. Pretty sweet.
Observations so far: although at 65, the speed limit of the I-5 is 10 mph lower than the I-75 in Florida, the lanes are much narrower. Combine that with the fact that I’m not used to driving Mustang convertibles (woowoo! 🙂 ) and I wasn’t sure what exit I was supposed to be looking for AND it’s a little past my bedtime, and you’ve got one stressful situation. Thankfully the road my hotel was on happened to be one of the major exits from the highway.
Whoa, sheesh.. the computer clock says 4:34am, time to switch it to the right timezone methinks. Oh yeah — I *do* have high-speed internet right from my room, so I should be able to keep y’all up-to-date.
Before I doze off in front of this thing, a tidbit about the flight over.. first, we were late leaving because Houston was just “getting slammed” and was very congested, so our plane was instructed to stay on the ground in Sarasota. What should have been an hour and 19-minute layover turned into a six-minute, all-out sprint across George Bush International to get from gate B69-C44, service from Houston to San Diego. I got on the plane four minutes before its scheduled departure time.
Though all the effort would turn out to be somewhat anticlimactic, as shortly after we pushed away from the gate, we stopped. Why? Because the airport had shut down temporarily while a thunderstorm passed. An hour and twenty minutes later, we were in the air! Guess I got my layover in Houston after all.
Did I mention the ‘stang is red? So far I’m not terribly impressed — it feels like it only wants to drive in a straight line — but I haven’t really put it to much of a test, either. And driving automatic after driving stick for so long is going to take some getting used to. Tomorrow. After some sleep.
Don’t forget, if you’d like a postcard, just send me a note and I’ll make sure there’s one in the mail with your name on it.

San Diego Bound


In about 30 minutes I’ll be getting picked up from my house to head to the Sarasota airport, after which I’ll be getting on a seven hour trip to San Diego. I’ll be giving a presentation on this trip, so I’m a little bit nervous, but I’ve done my homework, so hopefully all goes well (fingers crossed).
I should have limited access to email/web while I’m there (apparently the place I’m staying is wired up for that sort of thing), so if you’d like a postcard, just drop me a line. 🙂
Otherwise, I hope everyone’s week goes well! I get back Sunday evening, see you then 😀

Food vs Life


I have started cooking again. By that, I mean more than pasta. Corn on the cob. My world-famous jerk-chicken fajitas. Ugly-ripe salads with balsamic-olive oil vinegarette. Life is wonderful 🙂

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey
Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there
Now that she’s back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there’s time to grow, hey, hey
Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
I’m afraid that she might think of me as plain ol’ jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you’re wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
Conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way

Train – Drops of Jupiter