tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224680202012-02-15T11:40:46.344-05:00or dry gin. either works in a fit of pique.elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04080929088895272876noreply@blogger.comBlogger4551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22468020.post-11755384900796724362012-02-15T11:27:00.001-05:002012-02-15T11:40:46.354-05:00

(Check email, call office, open beer)(Intoxicase) = the perfect phone for beer drinkers Oh, Gilad, Oli and Gil, how cunning were you to put into practise one of those silly discussions that happen every day between friends. "Dude, where is the bottle opener." "Dunno. Somewhere over there." "Yo! I can open it with me teeth!" "Don't do that. it's not here. Did you chuck it in the lake?" "Na man.

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"We need to do something that is not all the noise." I remember this being the buzz word among effective web designers in 1991. sigh.

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RCA wall charger Cable clutter irritates me more than is rational. Thank you Apartment Therapy for leading me to this gorgeous wall outlet with USB charging. Newer Technology® Power2u AC/USB Wall Outlet You heard me. Purrrrrrrr. That's right: no more bulky Apple plugs, just stick your USB right into the wall and charge away contentedly. Ahhhhhh, streamlining. This

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red heart felt pebbles Am feeling oddly compelled by Valentine's Day this year. (Yes, I am actually sending out cards, shocker of shocks). Must admit, this penchant began months ago when I saw these charming felted hearts from Ottawa-based SewnNatural on Etsy. I bought them, even though I loathe things with no purpose. Despite this, they did not disappoint. More, knowing i have their

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And just in case Gryff has not seen it yet here is the friendly fox video link. And this is for me and my insomniac ways:

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  Apparently Pet Acoustics also offers relaxation music for you and your dog, your kid and your dog, or you and your horse.  I jest not. 

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Crosley Radio's iSolo Radio with Dock So chic and so obnoxiously hipster-y (It gets worse below) and yes, I do want one. Maybe. Fab says this is an alarm clock, but does not provide very pertinent information about the product. The manufacturer Crosley Radio provides spec details, FAQs and even a manual for each item but nowhere mentions an alarm. Does it have an alarm, people. 

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Flavorwire (missing the u) has done a little homage to the 20 most beautiful bookstores of the world in the age of eBooks and Amazon. But they forgot about the library. My faves are still those at Cambridge (sorry Sorbonne, Oxford). And my fave Ottawa booksore remains Perfect Books, where the staff have pithy recommendations across genres and they always have Proust on the shelves. Livrario

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We always knew he would. Man. When did we get so OLD.  

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I have never ever had a flu shot. Unlike my schtick-position of never having tried (illegal) drugs, my shunning of the serum was originally bourne of never having caught the flu. And being a bit lazy with my own health. The flu was eventually caught, leading to what has since been dubbed my most ignominious-moment-ever. But then I was put no beta blockers to try to treat my frequent migraines,

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Heather (of Indigo/Chapters fame) and I do not agree on much. She likes sappy, overly trite and over-written books about "women's issues," of the Oprah-book-club variety. [I'd normally not write such a gender-specific a term, but I use it here as a slur to reference books patently written to appear to be about "women's issues" and appeal to those who think such a thing exists. As such, these

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"I challenge you to tweet along with me ... a lung me with me. "Ah, the indomitable spirit of youth. An interesting anecdote: when my father was seeking a bone marrow donor some years ago, he was told his chances were good to find a perfect 6/6 match as people of northern European descent tend to sign up as organ donors more often than any other cultural group. The chances of a perfect match

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For those few who read this blog and have not heard this news, my grandfather died on Jan. 4, 2012. Many of you will know how intrinsically important Grandpers has been in my life; in a lot of ways he was my father. He taught me to sing, how to dislike puns (he made them incessantly), how to handle the foibles of family and how to finally, quietly and effectively, put your foot down. And he

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Ahh. The liberals just do not get it, do they; moving from one floppy-haired chap to another. Not so very different from the Tories in weltanschauung, really. The LPC is guilty of believing the world is how they assume it is, while Harper is busy convincing us it is as (conveniently scary) as it suits him for us to believe; neither is interested in examining who we are and what the world is

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Skye is a male malamute mix born of Kamotik and will be available for adoption on Jan 2, 2012 I like puppies. It has been pointed out that I do speak to puppies in a different voice — dogs of all ages, really — when I encounter them on the street. I have also been known to peruse dog adoption/humane societies' sites waiting to be taken with a dog, all the while aware it would need to be able

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I think I am a combination of #1, #4 and #5 —  the apologetic and high-maintenance orderers with a titch of the long-pauser. I make demands but apologize for it profusely, and waiting for everyone else to order before to have the longest possible time to make my mind. I'm  s o charming. I'd kill orderers #2 and #4. Courtesy Zagat.com

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Advice from a Robin by Ontario artist Elly MacKay. More beautiful artwork available on etsy.com I bought and had framed this lovely multimedia piece of art for the amazing Gryffudo's bedroom, after the toddler informed me the other night while fighting going to bed that he needed something to decorate his walls. Unfortunately, he informed me Christmas Day that foxes are mean and, despite

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Always find it amusing when people tell me I've been crowd sourced. But why are you Google-ing me, really?

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Re-certify CPR and St John's Ambulance life guarding courses Go to Egypt Cello & lessons get voice fixed lose prednisone weight do a (try a) triathlon Hooping get funding for doc return to academe new job

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Today's Groupon — LED lights colour the water coming out of your faucet Colouring the water that comes out of the faucet to teach kids when water is hot, lukewarm or cold is idiotic and, frankly,  is another way to remove tactile learning from our children. First, we [not me] take away falling down and eating dirt, then exercise and now telling the difference between hot and cold. Egad.

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Was awoken just after solstice by friend with cold nose and flashing phone/camera. I may be sweet looking while sleeping; not so much when awakened abruptly. 

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Reading Girl on Saturday's blog post about responding to a gender-specific request from her child's school brought back memories of my mother' s activism. As a child and pre-teen my mother was just ultimately embarrassing. [She remains a bit this way today; loud, not very conscious of others' reactions, prone to fictionalizing everything, melodrama and not adept at aesthetics.] She was also

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Blame the grey skies and freezing rain (curses, global warming), but this completely useless butterfly-in-a-jar has captured my imagination and its promises of summertime spent lazily by the creek sipping lemonade. Oh wait, that's Tom Sawyer's life. The butterfly is operated by  triple-A batteries and it attached to a wire. Cats, according to ThinkGeek, are inordinately attracted to this mason

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A friend has recently been extolling the virtues of Operation Red Nose as a fabulous service allowing her to go out with friends in town then get herself and her car to her suburb-home safely. [I warned her not to move to Kanata. It is not a place for the young and single.] My strategy for never driving drunk — which one should never ever ever do — is two fold: a) live downtown b) do not drink

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Christopher Hitchens died this morning of pneumonia, a complication of his battles with esophageal cancer. It may seem an odd thing for me to note his passing here, given how irritating I have found many of his books and articles. But for all his speciousness, we should celebrate how Hitchens (more so than the intellectually fallacious Michael Moore) brought — at least the possibility — of

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In honour of Justin Trudeau's expletive in the House of Commons today, I give you iPolitics' kindly-organized list of the 106 Things You Cannot Say in Parliament. Please note Justin did not pretend he did not call Environment Minister Peter King "you piece of shit" in the middle of the House of Commons today. [Many tweeps suggested it was a "chivalrous" reaction to Kent maligning NDP critic

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Just to celebrate the unearthing of a long lost Top of the Pops appearance by Bowie in 1973, in which he sang Jean Genie. Consider this also a shout out to The Flushed Lushes. Obviously, this is the inspiration for our next wardrobe shift. For a better video of the song, click here. Stupid Youtuber disabled embedding. You're missing the spirit of the interweb, d00d. And just 'cause it's

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Everyone is fussing over the extraordinary amount for which Elizabeth Taylor's jewelry sold, and missing the real story — that you too could have bought a 5+ct blue-topaz, diamond-nugget 14K ring worn by Elvis Presley for only $10,365 USD. Gotta Have Rock and Roll sells memorabilia, apparently focusing on the Bob Dylan, Beatles, Rolling Stones, Princess Di (?) set — with shout outs to Madonna,

elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04080929088895272876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22468020.post-72465742848245384962011-12-13T08:50:00.002-05:002011-12-14T15:40:52.412-05:00

"He bounded up the wooden staircase two steps at a time and entered an empty hall that displayed armor, knives, and swords. A tapestry depicting a hunting scene adorned one of the walls. Locks sealed all of the glass cases. He needed a weapon, so he hoped the museum would understand." — The Paris Vendetta, by Steve Berry This is my current waiting-for-doctors/MRIs-for-over-six-hours book. I make

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I am giving up. Now IKEA tells me they will not have Swedish anchovies — nor the long awaited and promised matjessill — in stock in time for Christmas. This means I shall not, unless another sources is found, be able to make the traditional and much-loved Janssons's Frestelse for the julbord.  [If I knew of another source in Ottawa or Canada, I'd hardly be relying on IKEA ...] I could get

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Courtesy 101 Cookbooks deliciousness even-if-they-do-not-cook-meat. I am so going to make this soup for New year's Day.

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For all the reasons Stieg Larsson's books are disappointing, for all the lack of Swedish accents, for all the too-obvious references to infomrmation to that which should be subtly revealed, to the too mundane statements ("help me find a man who kills women") statements, this trailer is making me loathe the Americanised version of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Yes, I am waving the Swedish flag

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Usually I have nothing against IKEA. Their service is good. They give me free bits when I lose said bits from my shelves. Their big opening this week of the "Largest IKEA in CANADA" did not actually disrupt my life — which was the fear as I work next door. I also enjoy their towels and, very importantly, they provide me  with a source for stuff needed to make Swedish delicacies with which I grew

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Alternate hed: Fruvous is a form of nutmeg Columnist Andrew Coyne's hunt for the Twee-est band name on Tuesday (Tuesday's Twee Twitter Test) led to a later discussion among my friends at our fave pub haunt. It was a cocktail-fuelled discussion, punctuated by much laughter and mocking of the shutting down of said Twitter thread (which included such tweeps as CBC's Jian Ghomeshi) when Moxy

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Ottawa, trying to pretend it is not a village, has entered the "big city" cute cupcake wars with little boutique shops opening up hither and thither. (Not to mention the many home-based ones delivering cakes all over town.) Not wanting to malign anyone specifically, I must say I have yet to eat a good cupcake at one of those shops. Cute, the options have been, but also dry, boring, unflavourful

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From @acoyne: "Lotsa votes for Hoobastank, but lacks the essential quality of insufferable twee-ness".

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While the DRC election continues along establishment (tyrannical Kabila) lines, Congolese communities in Ottawa and Toronto took to the streets today in anger at international — notably Canadian — silence in the face of the daily rapes, murders that have been taking place in their country for over a decade. That is right folks. Over a decade. Five million people have died. We made a fuss about

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"Nevertheless, glove-tip by glove-tip, finger by finger, Sugar strips, even as she walks, the soft gren leather off her hands. Unsheathed, her sweating white skin glistens in the sunshine. With a deep sigh of relief, indistinguishable from the ones she uses when a man has done to her all he can do, she flexes in the cool air her intricately cracked and flaking fingers." — Crimson Petal and White,

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Continuing a conversation from the other day, I give you a frivolous poll today. I know my answer. <a href="http://polldaddy.com/poll/5725653/">Who's your daddy (or, who's hotter)&

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Watch this if you want to feel tearfully proud, moved and impassioned to do something. It has been a good foil to this crazy day.

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Kabila is leading in DRC polls. An Afghanistan woman is released from jail after she promises to marry her rapist. [BBC reports she will not have to marry rapist. And what about the others jailed for 12+ years for committing adultery by being raped?] Russian Deputy Prime Minister Dimitry Kozak supports bill outlawing 'disgusting' homosexual activity and "propaganda of homosexuality"in that

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True North Aid has announced more drop-off locations for items to be sent to Attawapiskat First Nations reserve, where the federal government has allowed people to live without sewage, power, reasonable housing, insulation, water for months upon months — and into the forseeable future. This is Canada, folks. We over-regulate one community in such areas as car seats, and allow others to build

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It is shocking no media house has really delved into the very real reality I, and now my friends, are experiencing of our parents dying around us and the care that needs to go into it. I honestly have no idea how to have a life while dealing with this. Have not, over the past five years. How can my needs compete with those of the dying? But what life shall I have had to look back on when I am

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Thankfully, I will never be tempted to put decals on my car in line with the 'latest runway looks" as the manufacturer of these is Ford, not VW. [Let's be serious, I never would be tempted.] But if you are the kind of person who wants temporary flames shooting down the sides of your Ford Focus, Mustang, F-150 or Fiesta, be cheered; the flames are available, along with dainty flowers. Seriously.

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  Am predicting such action as this bad haircut is  d r i v i n g  m e   i n s a n e. 

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"Is it nice not being me. It must be so relaxing." — Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock Holmes To lighten yesterday's vexed mood, here is Cumberbatch who tries to prove one is cast because one looks clever, not because one is clever. Must say, notion of Cumberbatch as Dr. Who is giving me heart palpitations. FYI, he is playing Smaug in the Hobbit. Perfectly delicious.

elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04080929088895272876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22468020.post-17439463396848328002011-11-25T08:35:00.004-05:002011-12-18T12:46:38.243-05:00

"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair." — Khalil Gibran

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I am being tortured by the boat-horn-you-have-won-a-trip telemarketers. They call me at home. They call my cell. They call me at the office — including our news tips line, which is a feat in itself. I have registered my numerous phone numbers at the CRTC's Do Not Call List — link provided, but I must seriously undermine their claims it's "working/" What really irritates me, beyond the

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I have a bad haircut. Possibly the worst haircut I have ever had. This is saying something, as I begged and begged my mother to let me perm my very short hair when I was 12; I ended up looking like Hiroshima. But I loved it. This hair cut however, I do not love. I admit I am fussy about my hair. I like the cut to be of Vidal-Sassoon quality, to follow the natural weft of my hair and require

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etre's touchy gloves. Oh so chic-ly painful. In honour of the first snowfall of the season and the ludicrous incompetence evidenced among Ottawa's inhabitants*, I give you the must-have tech gadget of the season: gloves. To clarify, these are special, touchscreen gloves. Having finally succumbed to the iPhone this summer, I now see this might  be a requirement, though I wonder why leather

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A kind little shout-out from a colleague on her blog. Problem is, I have had my hand slapped for adding this "touch of personality" she is now lauding. As result I am terrified of writing tweets representing anyone but myself. Which is sad, because I have a lot of experience managing social media and communities AND digital information, going back decades. [That's right, plural.] More than

elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04080929088895272876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22468020.post-25600719628044908422011-11-18T11:47:00.003-05:002011-11-23T15:40:31.988-05:00

Starting Monday (that's Nov. 21, 2011) the Bank of Canada will be issuing the first of its new polymer "paper" money — the $100 bill. According to their website, this money is harder to counterfeit, last 2.5 times longer than regular bills and features snazzy transparent "windows." And even though the new bills will feel different from paper notes, "they are just as easy to use." [But harder

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Researchers at Rutgers University have used brain scan technology to show what a woman's brain looks like during an orgasm. via The Toronto Star I was expecting supernovas.

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When did the Google store happen and how did I miss it? Was really excited about this shop, but since writing the above have discovered it sells only their own merchandise. BUT, this merchandise does include posters, t-shrits and mugs of their famous Google Doodles. (Otherwise known as the amusing drawings/fun-with-type that graces their homepage.) Their wares also include this sweet kitchen

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Some Duran Duran for friend L., with whom I had a little 80s flashback moment the other day. Though this Duran Duran is recent, she insists the 80s produced the best music. E V A H. Update: Just finished watching this. I am all a-tingle.. Holy Duran Duran. *shiversofdelight*

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This week I have made a meatloaf and a banana bread, making use of the loaf pans I discovered in the back of a cupboard I rarely enter. [To clarify, I have been cooking rarely. It's not as if I suddenly have scores of cupboards and scads of space in my handkerchief-sized kitchen.] The meatloaf was fine. The lemony olive oil banana bread was good, created after receiving an email alert about it

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Click READ MORE below to go to the poll and VOTE.  According to the National Post, the Polar bear is winning Canadians' hearts in a (fictional)(online) battle pitting it against the beaver in a race for the honour of being our national symbol. According to my poll (see below) — and arguments — the beaver is ahead. Though my sample might not be quite indicative. &amp

elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04080929088895272876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22468020.post-15379749583294118472011-11-05T16:42:00.000-04:002011-11-23T16:48:13.461-05:00

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I adore the site 101 Cookbook, though methinks the author lies when she writes she is limited to only 101. I imagine her (very clean, fully-stocked, with loads of sunshine light streaming in) kitchen has shelves (catalogued) of cookbooks numbering above 101. Maybe 300? A reasonably manageable number. Maple Buttermilk tart via 101 Cookbooks Have  made a few of her recipes including cookies,

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I have the flu. Shall spare you the gory details — shall we say incessant bleeding nose and too much time spent in bathroom while wearing every item of clothing I own? — yet shall reveal I never ever ever had the flu pre prednisone. Since, I have caught it at least once a year, if not more often.

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Castor canadensis — the name reflects the beaver's Canadian heritage. Tory Senator Nicole Eaton has issues with our "dentally defective rat," aka the beaver, and wishes Canada to replace the national symbol with the polar bear as part of a "national emblem makeover," reports the National Post. See poll at the bottom of this post I absolutely adore the polar bear, and if naming it the

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I cleaned out my bedroom closet yesterday when it finally became too much. Prednisone has myriad documented side effects: ridiculous tummy weight gain, the no-neck-syndrome, puffiness everywhere, sudden grey hairs, then there is the loss of bone density, extreme lethargy, leeching of calcium and vitamins from your body, and the very insidious clinical depression and potential for psychosis. [I

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Some of my favourite books A history of the world in six glasses by Tom Standage(NF) Blindness, Jose Saramago (F) The Argumentative Indian, Amartya Sen (NF) Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens (F) Ten Thousand Lovers, by Edeet Ravel(F) Persuasion, by Jane Austen (F) To Your Scattered Bodies Go, by Philip Jose Farmer (F) Assassin's Apprentice and the rest of the Farseer and Tawny Man trilogies

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There is something truly perverted about a self-perceived egalitarian society that lambasts others for honour killings, and yet is only now coming 'round to accepting first-born female children as eligible for the throne — not only if no male heirs are forthcoming. This is why I shall never accept your gender stereotyping, no matter how 'seemingly' docile. The fight is only just begun.

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Susan Pease Gadoua coincidentally asked in a pithy-esque piece over at Huffington Post the very same question I pondered on my drive into the office this morning: why marriage? Let's assume you're all aware at how much time and effort I have put into avoiding marriage, even with one or two who would probably have made me fantastic life-time partners. [Ed's note: We do not do regrets over at

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I do not understand half of the specifics in this rant. But I get the gist.  I wish I worked at Google which now, even more, seems a place where their employees are allowed to be human and fallible. And encouraged to engage. And care.  le sigh.  Follow the link for the background.  Stevey's Google Platforms Rant I was at Amazon for about six and a half years, and now I've been at Google for

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Was sitting in the bath the other day, trying to get warm while fighting a day-long but virulent  temperature/cold, when I pondered bringing some music into my tiny bathroom. When I say tiny, I mean miniscule. It is large enough to fit a tub, so cannot compete with the smallness of a ship's washroom, but it is tiny. And derelict. Mostly as my landlords CLV refuses to do any of the maintenance

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The B.C. public health unit of Vancouver and Prince George have undertaken a "seek and treat" social media blitz to encourage everyone to get an HIV test; by everyone, I mean anyone who has had or is having sex, i.e. a lot of people. The unit believes this program will identify about 3,500 people with the auto-immune disease. A story reads: "Under a four-year, $48-million program funded by the

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Image courtesy Advanced Style "Whenever you're in a difficult situation, ask yourself how would Fred Astaire handle this."                                  — Mary of meowsbyMary@gmail.com Stumbled upon a gorgeous little project at Advanced Style, documenting women over 60 with fabulous flair and attitude. There is nothing docile about these women — aged 60-ish to over 100 years — who jump

elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04080929088895272876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22468020.post-73318319766481540852011-10-06T16:21:00.000-04:002011-10-06T16:21:51.867-04:00

Image the invention of Hong Kong design student Jonathan Mak.

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'The best dressed woman is one whose clothes would not look too strange in the country.' — Hardy Amies

elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04080929088895272876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22468020.post-39213613498950287832011-10-02T11:51:00.001-04:002011-11-28T11:18:39.337-05:00

Do not know who organizes their clothes by the week as per this photo from Quirky. My favourite pieces tend to live on a yellow chair in my bedroom after they are washed {mostly, as I love to keep my drawers and closet impeccably neat. Detritus outside, but not inside ...  Odd, I am aware.) Though, when I do consider what to wear the next day at the office, my mornings are less fraught  ....

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Zack is a little feisty and enjoys taunting librarian patrons.  "Sssssh," he whispers. "Let's see how quiet you can be." — Photo courtesy Men In Stack calendar, caption entirely mine. Why, I am asking myself, are all my librarian friends female? Must do something about that after stumbling upon this.

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Am being teased by friends via text about the time I ate half a blueberry pie and threw up. Actually, I did not throw up. But I felt the need to do so. Let this be a warning to all who, whilst playing Settlers of Catan and drinking scads of wine, presume their voracious hunger can accommodate  half a blueberry pie. It can't, despite how necessary such consumption might appear, fuelled by the

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Twitter is an odd, odd bird. Through it, I have been voyeur to far too many people's lives and the travails they have experienced. Notably, I knew more about a Twitter-friend's (read: distant acquaintance) existence before we actually met to have brunch. I find this a bit perverse. And yet, very satisfying as it lets me be the proverbial fly-on-wall I'd much prefer being in most instances. When

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I was bidding at an auction the other day for a Victorian painting, by a known but not listed British artist. The painter was the sort who dabbled in his spare time, though some of his works are quite evocative, some selling at respectable UK auction houses, but for relatively low sums. The painting was one I really wanted. Usually, I cannot justify spending money on such a thing. But this one I

elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04080929088895272876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22468020.post-45304568098546471972011-09-22T04:48:00.008-04:002011-11-29T16:57:48.466-05:00

Looking at this, I was wondering why anyone would put a coffee-table-height island in the middle of their kitchen ... when I found out it is a retractable island. Holy awesome w/awesome sauce, Batman. Minneapolis web developer decided he sometimes needed more kitchen space. As we all do during those parties. So he built this, and operates it with his iPhonee. I wish the 1950s were here to see

elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04080929088895272876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22468020.post-9901311156178417402011-09-21T10:21:00.005-04:002011-11-28T11:19:02.151-05:00

"You've got the greatest gaming rig out there. You've spent a lot of money on it - now it's a monolithic liquid-nitrogen-cooled monstrosity capable of pumping out smoother 3D video than real-life." I just read this on Think Geek. No wonder I am so fail at the WOW raids. Despite my desultory Paladin, am still looking into the Xtensor Game Exerciser, for my hands really hurt after a day @ the

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"There were meetings, and an engagement, which would finally secure the girl's affections from turning towards anyone else. But the deception could not be kept up forever. These pretended journeys to France were cumbrous."                                               — The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes,                                                    by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Began reading

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ThinkGeek's illustration of someone reacting to the fecal coilforms on his toothbrush. Eewwwwww. When I drove my friend to Calgary to start medical school a few years ago, he spent the entire ride quizzing me using his newly acquired "surveys"; apparently, when one's accepted into the white coat bastion "they" immediately bombard you with tests to decipher your personality and which

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On Sept. 11, 2001, I was standing in the newsroom, having arrived for the bizarre hour of 6 a.m. to work for the assignment desk. I recall I was standing on a raised platform housing desks, above the vast majority of the newsroom, and as such I had a good view when one of our page designers gawped at the TV, muttering with shock: "That has to be a movie." It is an odd, human thing that given the

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Woke up this morning to find the driver's side window of my brand new newish* VW golf smashed in. The weird things: a) was in my garage b) which is impenetrable unless you have a garage-door-opener — or the like c) there were no signs of forced entry d) nothing was taken e) the glass was still in the door frame, completely shattered, until I opened, then closed, the passenger side door when the

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Image courtesy of the Egypt Exploration Society and Oxford University and io9.com The Egypt Exploration Society and Oxford University need your help de-coding their vast Oxyrhynchus Papyri, a mysterious pile of Greek papers discovered in an ancient dump outside Egypt, says io9.com. [Ed's note: That is so weird. I once thought of creating a news magazine called io ...] They have made this easy

elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04080929088895272876noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22468020.post-57965215320172326982011-08-31T11:03:00.004-04:002011-11-23T15:33:39.523-05:00

This video is obviously why I came up with that awesome (annoying) term. Amazing how prescient I can be.

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"It was difficult to gauge how the others were holding up. They met at mealtimes and passed in the hall, but because of the prohibition against speech there was no commiserating, just glances and shrugs and not much of that. Their gazes met bleakly over the breakfast table and turned away."                                        — p. 152,  The Magicians, by Lev Grossman Almost gave up on this

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Test your vocabulary by clicking here. You will also be helping along literacy research.

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A reminder of how hot is Javier Bardem.

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Who has more penetration in international social psyche/culture around the world?

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Colleagues laughed at my 'dichotomous footwear' today. Am at that dangerous point in ankle recovery when ankle can withstand being without the air boot, but not for an entire day, and my psyche wants nothing more than to run barefoot through the city. Am quite tired of being 1/16th storm trooper, despite the whimsical moment spent tracing my 'genealogy' for disbelieving, but amused, friends. [

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"I never have more than one drink before dinner. But I do like that one to be large and very strong and very cold and very well-made. I hate small portions of anything, particularly when they taste bad."                                               — James Bond                                                     in Ian Fleming's Casino Royale, 1953 The only thing LeCarré lacks is cocktails. 

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"Two minutes and fifty-eight seconds from the time of his immersion in the cool blue water of the Trevi's fountain, the two waiters, the house detective, and Mr. Konigsberg in his best suit went splashing in after Joe." — from The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Chabon, which everyone but me has already read [it's a Pulitzer Prize winner].

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A reminder, from Bob LeDrew here, that most of the news you are reading is simply promotional. Pick your news source wisely.

elliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04080929088895272876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22468020.post-12389635346159588342011-08-19T09:55:00.002-04:002011-08-19T09:56:14.390-04:00

Jack Layton - "Yes, and some might say I've never exhaled." - source Ottawacitizen.com Remember Clinton's "I did not inhale" years? This is how we contrast. Canadian politicians on pot — or not. Fairly sure the Bible belt would not react well to such responses.

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Italia Libero, from nytimes.com Insightful features, amazing reporting, amusing columnists, and fantastic cocktail ideas. Numerous ones, in one place, accompanied by gorgeous photos. Hello end-of-August. Guess what I shall be enjoying during you.

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Kristen Wolf has re-written famous "Jesus tales" from the viewpoint of a woman in her debut novel The Way, not to "be critical of religion," but to combat a longstanding "sense that she was left outside the center of Catholic tradition and spirituality by her gender." Not having read the book, and as a lifelong existentialist, I am left wondering is it innocent facetiousness or plodding ploy to

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"The first certain mention of Shakespeare as playwright comes, unexpectedly enough, in an unkind note in a thin and idiosyncratic pamphlet, when he was already the author of several plays — probably five, possibly more — though there is much uncertainty about which exactly they were."   — Shakespeare, by Bill Bryson Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading.

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