I got my hair cut and dyed on my birthday. I don’t have any totally great photos of it yet, but I’ll get one. This one’s from Kris, but he tends to wash out his photos artistically, and my hair’s now even darker than this in person.
Turns out that me and my TiVo are going to be on Global National this Friday night (tonight) at 5:30. Already, because of an on-the-air promo, an acquaintance has written me saying, essentially, “hey, wuz that you?” Yes, it wuz.
A reporter contacted me after finding my blog post about TiVo. He’s doing a story about TiVo coming to Canada.
Darren’s not in charge of it any more, and Hop Studios isn’t sponsoring it, but old habits die hard, so I did pass around a piece of paper for folks to list their blogs and answer the question: What’s Your Favorite Electronic Device?
iPhoto is a hideous piece of software—I think the “i” stands for Irk Me. Tonight, it crashed on me while I was importing photos, and it erased the whole batch of 30 photos. That’s unforgivable behavior—crashing is bad enough, but deleting files before writing the new copies to disk safely is deplorable.
Someone sweeter than me pointed out that my last blog entry could be interpreted as a little negative, that I was ragging on many people who legitimately couldn’t come to my party. To which I say, um, well, it’s a blog. If you’re looking for self-censorship, may I suggest you peruse my old annual reviews, or perhaps one of my tax returns.
There are only a few spots left in Song Swap Contest v2.0. In an interesting wrinkle, one person wanting to play is in the U.K. I think that mailing delays may scupper that, but I’m tempted based on the music diversity. What do you think?
It’s time for the second Song Swap Contest. For those of you who missed it last time, the premise is this: Seven people each create a mixed CD and swap them by mail. Each person tries to identify the songs. Winners are given valuable (seriously!) iTunes gift certificates. Sound fun?
This is the problem I deal with every time I talk to a new group of people, students especially. Who are they, what do they want, why do they all keep looking at me?
I’m at the University of British Columbia this morning, teaching in a seminar called “Get Your Hands Dirty - Multimedia for Journalists.” 9:30 a.m., Sunday, even though I should be packing—I must actually care about this stuff.
Thread one: Defective Yeti is a humor site I read often, filled with things like this qualification test George Bush gave Harriet Miers. Thread two: I worked on the Los Angeles Times Web site in 1995. We developed a Custom News Agent we called “Hunter.” What’s the connection?
They say the key to blogging is to be personal and interesting. Here goes: So, this building’s elevators have mirrors on three walls. A “Type-A” came to look at our apartment yesterday.
You may remember that several months ago, upon returning from a food-filled trip to L.A., Susie and I embarked on what I called The Austerity Plan. I’m happy to report that, as of yesterday, I have met my goal of losing 32 pounds. In this photo, you can see me posing with the weight I lost, in the form of a 25 pound box of cat litter and half a 14 pound watermelon.
One year ago today, we crossed the border and moved to Vancouver. This post is about what we think of where we are. It’s about what we’ve learned, and how we feel about this city and the people in it, 365 days in.
“Almost every American I know does trade large portions of his life for entertainment, hour by weeknight hour, binge by Saturday binge, Facebook check by Facebook check. I’m one of them. In the course of writing this I’ve watched all 13 episodes of House of Cards and who knows how many more West Wing episodes, and I’ve spent any number of blurred hours falling down internet rabbit holes. All instead of reading, or writing, or working, or spending real time with people I love.”
“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.”
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