Whalers and the model U.N.

The Decemberists

My brother recommended this group to me last year, and at the time I was unimpressed. More recently, however, I've begun listening to more and more of their music. I find now that I really do like their stuff. Their sound is unique and might prove to be an acquired taste, but the subject matter of their songs and the bands ability to tell stories with their lyrics has won me over.

I especially like ‘A Cautionary Song’ and the video for ‘Sixteen Military Wives’.

Season's Greetings

Try it, it's funny!

Don't worry about the cost, there are free previews.

My chullo chapeau

This is a boy wearing a chullo in Peru. He looks like he loves every minute of it, and why wouldn’t he. It’s a sweet chullo! I’ve got a chullo with some llamas on it which, although purchased in Toronto, was originally made in Peru.

I’ve once again become quite interested in international travel. The more I look at the pictures on TrekEarth the more I realize that there is so much more of the world which I might never get to experience. I have no real reason not to travel, except a weird fear that it might be dangerous.

Mes colloques et mes amis!

I just got a couple of e-mails from my roommates from my Quebec experience. Lloyd (on the left) is in BC and he says he bogged down in school work, so much so that he can neither party nor take the time to wash his rump. Ryan (on the right) if from Alberta and didn't say much because he wasn't sure if he had the right e-mail! Needless to say they both did and I was elated to hear from them both. Eugene (to my left and Lloyd's right) hasn't e-mailed me yet, and because of this I have decided to exclude him from my inheritance, but might drop him a line to see how life in Toronto has been treating him. It really makes me feel good to hear from friends like these with whom I’ve fallen completely out of contact.

CPU down!

Gonna be a while before I get my CPU working again, so posts might be a tad infrequent.
Hang in there . . .

So I called Texas . . .

Today at work I was adding some time to a gentleman’s ‘pay as you go’ account (not something we normally do, but he was having difficulty). I called the standard ‘pay as you go’ 1-800 number, but instead of talking to Melanie the voice activated robot, I connected with a woman from Waco Texas. She said she had been receiving a lot of wrong numbers from Canada since she changed her telephone carrier. I talked for a bit, then hung up and called the same number again. This time I connected to Rogers and after adding the gentleman’s time card, I reported the error to the operator who was just as surprised as I had been.

It reminds me of the time, in residence, when one of the front door buzz codes accidentally connected to some guys condo in Toronto. It makes me laugh to think of him constantly having university girls calling him and asking to come in.

Attention all Jive Turkeys!!

Today, dear friends, I wish to share with you a tool that I have used in the past to either kill time or to seem cool. Both effective and informative, the Urban Dictionary is a resource for anyone who hears a word they don’t understand. Imagine, if you will . . .

You’re listening to a song when all of a sudden you hear a word you don’t understand! What do you do? Do you ask your friends what it means? What if it’s something embarrassing? What if it’s a word you really should know but don’t? Is there anyway you can avoid the potential embarrassment of actually eliciting the aid of another human being?

The answer friend, is Urban Dictionary!

(Seriously, it’s got pretty much any word no matter what the word is. People contribute to it from all over the world too, so there is slang from England, Scotland, Canada, etc.)