Steve is such a brain. Things are going well and people write things like this about him. I am proud to have bought Steve sensible muffins to make him feel good when others gorged on chocolate dips and crullers. Steve also rocks. Steve has shot me during Counter Strike many more times than I have shot him. Tod Maffin hovers around him expectantly.
Tag: Me and Mine
Lake
Blue Team
Dell Inquisition
Next time you are subject to a service tech guy going through a list of 273 apparently innane questions before getting to the one that you think is the problem with your so-cheap-it-would-cost-less-to-buy-another printer, just remember that once in a while #157 or so is the question that asks:
Sir, are there any other obstructions near your printer’s roller like, say, a tiny toy?
Oh yes, that tiny toy I had not noticed for weeks is jammed there under the roller. Ummm…I’m just gonna hang up now. Bye. No, thank you. Bye.
14 Bucks to Nap!
From the op-ed pages of today’s New York Times:
Manhattan now has MetroNaps, a collection of high-tech individual sleep pods on the 24th floor of the Empire State Building. There you can go offline for about the same cost, $14 for 20 minutes, as going online in the Atlanta airport. It’s not certain that this idea will catch on, although nobody blinks at the thought of paying to sleep overnight in the city in a hotel room. But the idea of making your way to Midtown and up to the 24th floor, and then paying for a nap seems to contradict the very spirit of napping. Which is, simply, to nod off.
The fact that there aren’t many good places to nap in New York does not mean that there isn’t a nearly universal need to nap. Every afternoon about 2:45 the city settles into a temporary coma. You can feel the biological lights dimming. Commuters do everything they can to save it for the train home. Cubicle-workers slump against the dividers or drool on their desks as productively as possible. As for those poor people trapped in PowerPoint presentations – well, for them there is no help.
I am a big believer in snoozing so this is important stuff. Hmm…let me see. 14 USD = about 19 CND times three equals….59 bucks for an hour’s nap?!?!
Who naps for 20 minutes? That is called a day dream. Some clarification around the definitions would be nice before we start calling it “the napping industry“. Napping consultant. I could do that. Google shows it is a clear subject. First, though, I have to perfect my disruption analysis theory for business consulting.
Team
I am on a team this summer and really enjoying it. I got to wondering about how many teams or regular pick-up games I have played on:
- Kingston NS, baseball, around 1974 – one summer in grade six or so. Having a pitcher pitch past me terrified and I swung quickly to get out of the batter’s box. Coaches telling me where to throw the ball but I could never remember. Big road trip to Middleton, NS, seven miles away. Soon Dad had me learning the bagpipes on Friday nights instead.
- Kingston, NS, West Kings Junior basketball, 1976-78. During grades 8 and 9 I played second string centre which is pretty bad as I was six foot two at 12 years old. Leg cramps were my best move. Once got into double digits for points during a game. Once had a small group of junior high fans chant my name after entire first five fouled out. Big road trip was to Middleton where we made fun of the other coach. Went to basketball camp at Acadian summer of 1978. During the fall of 1978 I tried out, made but never played for CEC basketball team. Saw Canada’s men’s team play Greece at Acadian University with my grandfather over from Scotland.
- Kingston, NS, flag football, summer 1978 – conversely, I ruled at field goal kicker hitting 30 yarders regularly. Led team in points as I recall. Had one touch-down on a fake play. Dad saw a guy get his neck injured during a game and told me I was done with the sport. All games at the Greenwood airforce base field.
- Truro, NS, C.E.C. soccer team 1979-80 – captain grade 11 and 12. Sweeper. We sucked. One win in the first season. Next year about 50-50 I recall. We partied with Swedish exchange student as he knew the rules and he also had his own apartment. Big road trip was to Pictou. Played indoors though the winter of grade 11.
- Halifax, NS, Kings College varsity, 1981 – played soccer only in my first year. Sweeper. Bars were more interesting soon thereafter. Big road trip was to Sydney Cape Breton when three of our team ended up in the hospital. A mad Geordie made us run up and down Citadel Hill.
- Truro, NS, town team, 1982 or so – played in the northern NS league during one university summer playing in Pictou and New Glasgow. Sweeper. Big road trip to Halifax to play on the SMU field against a team stacked with Swicks.
- Halifax, NS, Crows, Sunday afternoon game at Jubilee Street, 1986 to the 1990s – half a field three hours of sweating out ales from night before. I played goal suck for the most part. Best kick of my life from half at the beginning of the game when I realized my keeper was eating MacDonalds in the goal. I strike a ball very hard at his head. He had to dive, squeezing his burger and shake as he went down.
- Halifax, NS, law school soccer, 1988 – first year was the best team I ever played on even though it was only intermurals. Sweeper. I faced a striker for medicine who played pro. Much fun.
- Pembroke, Ontario, 1993 or 1994 – played soccer on an old timers team in a seniors league. Bad idea. Played the Airborne Division once before whole Somalia thing. I heard my leg muscle tear before I felt it. I also coached kids two years.
- Charlottetown, PEI, Sirenella, 1998 – Provincial Senior Men’s B league. Player manager. I think I only kept the various players from driving each other mad. Two games a week and two practices. Big road trip was to Summerside when only 8 guys for us went. Got hammered. Played a couple of games indoors as well. Many former Yugoslavs and my Syrian barber. Team collapsed soon thereafter and I gardened my acre in 1999 and 2000 instead of tieing up the laces.
- Stratford, PEI, Saturday morning game, 2001 and 2002 – Ten am to noon, May to October. Friendly and easy going…but I still knocked out the organizer and CBC reporter, Pat, when he played me too close on a header.
- Golden Nuggets, Kingston, Ontario, Old Timers League, 2004 – Big road trip is to Belleville twice a year. Good guys and not a lot of nastiness on the pitch. We have a striker from Argentina.
I am quite surprised there have been so many. No hockey. Rare for a Canadian. I have not included the great elementary school chess tournament where Kingston, NS, travelled to Berwick. We each played three games. My last game was the last in the tournament and if I tied, we won. There was a time limit to get us back home which was earlier than my game would last if I took the maximum time between my moves. Coach said stall. I stalled. Angry Berwickers.
The Hon. John Godfrey, MP
Twenty years ago he was the President at Kings, hiding a few of us from campus police officer Fritz on a Friday night tear. Now he’s at the cabinet table.
Aches
At 25, a breakfast of Advil, coffee and a generous rubbing of tiger balm on Saturday morning usually followed a night out in the pubs of Halifax. At 41, it follows old timer’s soccer. The shirt worked. Keeper for a half. Shutout.
Jersey Problem
My little problem has been getting a bit of exercise during Euro 2004. Portugal, Ipswich, two Scotlands, Preston North End long sleeve, Hull City centennial version.
Holland (2004 version) should be cheap on eBay soon enough.
Thanks Hoogvorsts!
One Hoogvorst brother is 1500 km east of me and another over 6000 km east of
me but through the miracle of the interweb superdooper roadway I have been taught how to turn a screen shot into a .jpeg I can edit and also how to obfuscate the emails I show here to defeat spammers.
I have never met them. But we share the devotion to the man with the wrap-around Bonos and the dreads. I will be listening by computer this
aft and then watching the TV replay this
evening.