Some of you might have noticed, I’ve started posting in yet another place online. That place is Metroblogging’s Vancouver blog, and here’s why I’m part of the team.
“Did that samosa go bad in the car?” My mom asked me this after I drove her home from the north side of town. She was standing in the kitchen sniffing the samosa we’d driven around all day in the event we’d need a snack.
My phoneless friend, Jason, said I had the gist of his telus horror story right, but there were more details. here, then, is the full story, direct from him: Well, it’s now been several months since we moved. We’re getting fairly used to arranging to meet people down at the front door, or we watch for them on the lobby camera.
Yesterday was a retro day for me from start to finish. I broke in a new “To Do” book, which is my old-school, pen-and-paper way of keeping track of what I have to do. I do also use a Palm Pilot and Web based calendar and such, but for basically telling me what I’m doing, pen and paper are the way I go.
It seems like people are piling complaints onto Telus, so let me add my story. My friends Jason and Noriko moved into a new condo in downtown Vancouver on July 22. That’s 116 days ago. They have no phone service still.
So, I’m out to dinner at Houston’s (and did you know that Google Maps now integrates ChefMoz listing data?) with some friends (Jae and Karin and Susie and Lance) on a recent trip to L.A. (for friends’ wedding) and the subject comes around to calling 911, i.e., have we ever done it.
Susie has a ticket to Paris for later this month—leaving on the 16th. She’s been very excited about her trip, which would be her and a close girlfriend who’s never been to Paris before. I’m wondering if they should call off the trip.
This is one of those bland notes about my site that is eminently ignorable, except to the tech heads who for some reason visit this site (maybe because they’re my friends?). I just modified my site’s RSS feed to display how many comments there are for each post, if any.
The move is complete. Susie and I are in our ninth home in 11 years. Patrician Way in 1995. Mockingbird Lane. Waldo Ave. Rue du Faubourg St Martin. Kossuth Lajos Utca. Grand Ave. Paloma St. Hastings St. And now West 13th Ave.
“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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