Runaway Future

28.9.2005

I’m a monkey in a long line of kings

Filed under: The Daily Grind — forbes @ 1:39

Sleeping all afternoon makes sleeping at night that much harder

just a thought:
In the modern school system, marks for academic subjects like math and english are given in a simple way, right or wrong, did you understand the equation/book or not, so on and so forth.
Meanwhile courses like Phys. Ed. are more on effort and attitude then ability. Like you will still get a decent mark if you try hard.
Courses like Industrial Arts (Shop Class) or Home Ec. are in the middle, whereas your sanding, sewing and cooking skills are being judged as much as attitude.

According to most studies, the standard Western child is growing obese. If perhaps kids actually needed to be good at sports to pass a Phys. Ed. class, would that be necessarily wrong? Perhaps not even good at sports, but able to do a run in x amount of seconds, or lift x amount of weight? If we held Physical Activity to the same regard as English class, would it not result in a healthier, more well rounded student body?
I mean, sure some kids aren’t natural athletes, but just like studying algebra, they would have to practice soccer to make the grade.

It’s a pretty wild thought, but I’ve been mulling it over all night and haven’t found the hole in the argument yet. The only thing stopping it is the common stereotype of the lunkhead jock and the weak-armed brain, that and the lack of respect any physical activity class gets when compared apples for apples with another class. Witness the recent flip-flopping by the NS Department of Education who proposed that missing more then three days a year for extracurriculars would be punishable. Faced with the outcry from the NSSAF and others, they dropped the sports teams/drama clubs and other sanctioned groups.

According to the Jamie Muir, Nova Scotia’s Minister of Education, extracurricular trips by sports teams and other sanctioned groups will be exempt from the recently imposed three day limit. When contacted to ask whether the three day absentee limit will also apply to members of the provincial legislature, Mr. Muir’s office informed reporters that the Minister will answer any queries upon his return from a two week fact finding mission to Amsterdam.

HalifaxLive.com

27.9.2005

there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven

Filed under: The Daily Grind — forbes @ 22:29

So I came back from Cape Breton, it was a good time.
We had a gathering at a mansion outside of Sydney that’s owned by the chair of the board. Apparently the house used to be owned by Rita McNeil, back in the day. Indoor pool, 10 thousand square feet, full bar. Snioce
Had a very interesting chat with the PR director on the way home, about the future and family and stuff. A lot of things to digest and consider.

Naturally, after a week of chaotic meals, little sleep and a bit of drinking, I caught the flu or something. Being surrounded by 3500 kids probably didn’t help matters. Anyway, I felt like crap on Monday and came home early from work today. Hopefully I’ll be good to go for tommorrow.

I went to the Word on the Street book fair on Sunday with Stacy. Bought a couple books, and got a subscription for the Walrus magazine. It was a nice.

Saturday night, I went to Kaela’s for a house party. It was pretty cool, but I was still recovering from Cape Breton. Got home at 2, was locked out, panic a smidge, got in, keys on the desk. Fuck me.

22.9.2005

live from sydney

Filed under: The Daily Grind — forbes @ 21:08

So I’ve been in Cape Breton for almost two days now and it’s been more then interesting.
Tonight I met John Hamm, the premier of Nova Scotia. He shook my hand, asked my name and winked at me. Later on, I asked him if he had the chance to try out judo, whih prompted the laughter of all his hanger-ons.
According to rumour, the Prime Minister might stop by tommorrow. These active community things are perfect glad-handing happy moments for political types.
Other then that, the visit to Cape Breton has been interesting. We saw an 18-wheeler flipped on its side just after we crossed the Canso Causeway. I ran into Alex almost as soon as we showed up at the university, then later called him to see if I could use his logon information to access the secure wireless LAN.
It’s been busy, but not over whelming, and I’ve been keeping everyone in stitches to pass the time. Go me.

21.9.2005

Otherwise I’m great, what about you?

Filed under: The Daily Grind — forbes @ 1:10

I just realised I did the dishes with my face cloth. I guess I’ll need to use my dish cloth in the shower tomorrow. It’s been one of those kind of nights.

I’m preparing to leave for Cape Breton in the morning. In the end, that means I’m downloading music and sticking it on my Rio. But seriously guys, I need 3 and a half gigs of music for the trip. It’s four days!

I fried up some eggs tonight and watched Good Will Hunting with the commentary on. The rain keeps on falling.


I got an email today, from the dad of one of the prospects I cover.
He’s upset, about a number of things, his son not getting a high ranking from me, his son’s best friend on the team being cut after just four days at camp, his son being injured.
I mean, judging by who’s still at camp and who’s still in Anaheim, my rankings are looking pretty dead on. However, I can’t be smug
This is a father, asking me why, telling me it’s not fair, asking me what I know that he doesn’t. I owe him a response.

Honestly, I feel the organization is misusing his son, because of the depth the team has. But I’m afraid to say that. This is the last year of his son’s contract. What happens if I have an effect on what decisions are made from here on out? Someone elses future, and I have the say? I can’t even get my own shoes tied and stand on my own two feet, let alone teaching someone else to walk.

And the rain keeps on falling.

19.9.2005

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah

Filed under: The Daily Grind — forbes @ 21:54

Got some time to waste before Prison Break comes on. All I’ve done today is waste time basically. I honestly spent all morning reading Slashdot. Although, I did come across some relevant and meaningful stuff to think about for my network security and just the general process of making “ideas” into real things. My horoscopes today all mentioned about ideas (I skim the Globe and Mail, the Herald and the Daily News at work…yay) so maybe there’s a huge idea thing in my destiny. Ok…but seriously, I did nothing all morning.

Weekend was good. Hung out with Joe a lot. Drank a lot, fun ensued. Went to the Casino, won money, about 30 bucks. Had this one blackjack dealer try to teach me how to play, I would have none of that. There was this one kid at one of the tables who was tearing it up. Split a pair of aces, blackjacked on both of them. Knew when to double, knew when to hit, he rarely lost. It was crazy.

The Slurpee turned 40
I have this dream, and I’ve had it for a while. To own and operate the first 7-11 east of Ontario. I kid you not, once you cross that Quebec border, there are no 7-11s. You can keep coming til you get to the ocean, but you’re not going to find one on Canadian soil. Nova Scotia deserves a Slurpee, in fact, they deserve more then one. A Nova Scotian, hell even a guy from Newfoundland deserves to come to at 3am, have a craving for a semi-congeled carbonated treat and be able to walk to a 24 hour 7-11 and fulfill that craving. That is my dream.

While reading Slashdot all morning, I came across this article about a guy who’s rethinking Trigonometry. Basically he’s getting rid of Sines,Cosines and Tangents. The discussion that follows delved deep into the use of Trig especially in the high school curriculum. Was half interesting.
I actually wanted to forward the article onto Markotich. For those not in the know, John Markotich was my math and physics teacher in Shelburne. We’re all pretty sure he was a smart man, he just had a hard time expressing it. But yeah, this seems like something right up his alley. Unfortunately, I have not idea how to email Mr. Markotich, shame.
I like reading and thinking about math. It makes me feel all Good Will Hunting. When I was in Grade 6, I used to fantasize about finding a new way to solve equations and blow everything on its side as a child prodigy. I had an over-active imagination.

I’m reading George Orwell’s Why I Write, a collection of political essays he wrote in the 30s and 40s. I would strongly suggest it to anyone who has any interest in History or Politics. Hell, anyone who has an interest in writing or the English language should read this book.
His views on the Second World War and Socialism in the essay “The Lion and The Unicorn”, while London was being bombed in the Battle of Britain, are intriguing if nothing more, especially on how it relates to where London was and what path they eventually had to take. Basically, he argues that in order for London to win World War II, they needed to take their patriotism one step farther and develop into a Socialist state in what would have to be a very quick and very proper revolution. Not Socialist in the idea of goose stepping, but in the true definition of “for the people.” Very compelling, especially considering the background it was written in.

The essay I’m currently entangled in is called “Politics and the English Language”. It starts by talking about how the English language borrows from other languages and because of that it is a disgusting and lazy language. Basically when people can’t take the time to think of the proper word, they Anglicize what they mean from another language.
This laziness grows into plagarization of the idioms and turns of speech. Basically, instead of a metaphor like swan song or toe the line being a vivid image or a clever phrase, it has become overused and tired. There’s no meaning behind the words, they’re hollow.
So then things like a speech end up being just a stringing together of commonly known and accepted phrases in a semi-sensible blather. Nothing new is ever said, it’s just repackaged and regurgitated. The politicians who deliver the speeches are nothing more then robots, repeating the catch phrases loaded into them. This lends to an obvious comparison to Dubya and “the axis of evil”, “the coalition of the willing”, “the insurgency” and all the other slogans and politico-slang.
By the words becoming regurgitation and the speech flowerly without being direct, clever or important, honesty is lost. There’s no meaning in words that are overly complicated, but still unoriginal. What’s the point in not saying what you mean, but also stealing the work of others. They say no one can say it like Hallmark, but then again it’s more sincere from the heart.
This all struck a nerve with me, because I often find it hard to write what I mean, and I have this desire to make it poignant and make it well thought out, and so the natural reaction is to make it flowerly and try to be intelligent instead of just being.

This all goes back to some thoughts I’ve been having about Hockey’s Future and my writing for them. It strikes me quite obviously that the prospect profiles are simply the tacking together of turns of phrase. hard hitting, smooth skating, hard shooting, well-rounded, two-way, defensively responsible, polished, project, gritty, slick. These profiles are the first thing someone will see if they google a prospects name. Well maybe not every prospect, but certainly most. If you’re a second round pick from 2003 and you google your name, HF is the first link of the bunch. And yet that’s the drivel we have in return. It’s a shame, but it can’t be broke and it’s almost the standard in the industry.
Witness the profiles on TSN.ca. Hell, in the McKeen’s Hockey Yearbook, the one I discredited earlier when I realised my knowledge was equivalent to those on the masthead, they don’t even make an attempt at tacking the phrases together. It’s all done in point form.
I guess what makes me feel bad about the profiles is that fact that I received another email from the parents of a prospect I write about. It’s hard to handle the idea that a family in Saskatoon is relying on me, a guy in Halifax, to tell them how their son is doing in Cincinnati. And I can’t honestly tell them that the organization in Cincinnati won’t give me the access I need to do their son justice, hell they won’t even let me subscribe to their media newsletter.

I’m the chair of the Organizational Rankings committee for HF this time around. It’s a big deal, but I’m liking it. My committee, in retrospect, is probably poorly put together, based on everyone’s location and coverage. We have overkill in some divisions and nothing in some others, but we’ll squeek a job.

I need to find my muse.

And if I haven’t already written enough, I stuck my Portfolio from school online for a bit. Check it out here.

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