Friday, October 27, 2006

Momentum

Currently playing: Fairport Convention, "Who Knows Where the Time Goes."

How appropriate. Who, indeed, knows where it all goes? I certainly don't, although I have a good idea of how it's spent -- mostly on term papers and the like. Speaking of which, I had my first mid-term exam Wednesday. Wahoo! One down, three to go, plus seven papers (for this term, anyway)... Hard to believe we're nearly into November already, halfway through the term.

When it comes to writing papers, momentum is everything. I find the hardest thing is just to get started. But once I get the momentum going it's hard to stop; turning off the tap feels like bad mojo, a curse. Actually I've been doing fairly well this week. At the moment, however, I have no momentum and I am not about to start creating any. Today I have decided to take a day off and enjoy the glorous sunshine. Once again (still?) it is unseasonably warm and sunny here, with nary a cloud in the sky. And anyway I need to do a shopping expedition for some blank CD-Rs to back up all of my work (Rx is coming tomorrow -- more on that in a moment), pick power cables with proper British plugs instead of these useless, flimsy adaptors, and of course... buy some music. (Yes, I know CD shopping is old school. But I'm an old school kind of guy.) Call today's hooky a celebration of sorts: an occasion to mark the sunshine and warmth, the completion of a mid-term exam, gratitude for momentum on other assignments, and life in general.

Speaking of celebration, please join me in recognizing the achievements of one Stan Green. Y'know, I was pretty proud of myself for having finally made good on my promise to continue my education at such a late stage in my life. But that sense of accomplishment pales in comparison to the enormous awe and admiration I have for this man, a fellow SFU alumnus:

Graduating with an honours degree, first class, is a proud accomplishment for any student. For Stan Green, however, it is all the sweeter because he’s not your average student—he’s 74 years young. Green can still recall his English headmaster’s words: "You are not university material." All these decades later, Green has trumped the headmaster, earning a grade point average of 3.97 out of a possible 4.33.


I take great pleasure in your success, Mr. Green, and wish you continued joy. You are indeed an inspiration. Slainte!

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News flash: According to Music Week, Microsoft is launching a video serivce soon to compete with GooTube. And next month they're going to roll out Zune, their inanely-named (and probably ill-fated) digital music device and online store, to compete with the iPod and iTunes. Rumour has it that in order to commemorate these achievements they are next working on the release of a special Microsoft calendar... for the year 2004.

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Batten down the hatches. Mercury retrograde time is here again. And given the current state of things, I expect this one to be quite a doozy. In fact just when I was at a convenient break point last night and had a moment to post to my blog, Blogger was "unavailable" due to some "scheduled outage" or other... sigh. (Oh, and while I'm at it have I mentioned how monumentally crap Digital Village is? Quite possibly the worst, or at least the most inconsistent, ISP around. I have a hunch Digital Village Idiot took a certain Alaskan senator's description of the Internet way too literally and decided to reconstruct their network out of empty bog rolls.) That's why I'm going to do a hard-copy backup in addition to my regular outboard USB drive backup. Anyway, between the Mercury retrograde and a whole load of papers to write, I don't expect to be posting much for the next little while.


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Here, then, is a little something to keep you amused while I do the hermit routine and retreat in my cave to attend to unfinished academic business:

"The world is a dream that is dreaming you." Discuss.

I mean, do yo suppose we really do create our reality? For example, if I didn't believe that we humans are impacting the planet by destroying untolled species and causing global warming with our wasteful consumption activities, do you think it might not actually be that way? In other words, does my subjective "reality" impose itself on the world? Does the world accommodate my ego/imagination by reflecting my thoughts? Does it just so happen that everyone else in this current plane of existence shares that same viewpoint -- we are all labouring under the same collective delusion (whether or not some appear to deny global warming science)? Are there parallel universes in which "reality" looks completely different, if only by virtue its inhabitants' thoughts and beliefs?

On that note... I'll see you in a few days. Or maybe in December.

Monday, October 23, 2006

In today's e-mail

Mental health: Dandy.
Dental health: Still flossing regularly.
Fiscal health: Lovely day, isn't it?

I don't know about you but every time I open my e-mail it gives me the warm and fuzzies, reminding me that there's an awful lot of friendly people Out There, many of whom I've never even met: kindly folks like Pertinents F. Emulating, who wrote to me today about an exciting Investment Strategy! [his emphasis]. I couldn't believe my luck. But that wasn't all.

I also got a message from Brandie Ramirez (fqhmhknaffjw@ayaxiyaxxuuuhouse.com) -- how on earth does she pronounce let alone spell that, I wonder? Anyway, she sent me a Very important message that I must to read. And it was, honestly, another incredible, too-good-to-be-true offer. Oh, alright, I wasn't going to share it with anyone, but since any reader of Harrowing! is either a friend or family member, here's what she told me:

The great predictions are drawn up. The increase is up to 70% recently. (MXXR) is the lucrative deal and those who knows it is making money. The drilling achivements of this highly capable oil company exceeded all its expectations. One time this fact hits the street there will be no stopping this one. Right now it's around 0.022 but we are expecting it to triple. Once the information is made and the PR gets into full brandish. Don't hesitate and miss out. We recommend you to buy today. The key is getting in early and you have little time. We are told that Monday is the day this one will expode. Take your place before that happens.

Oh, sure, take a cheap shot. Dump on the woman for her bad spelling and grammar. But, hey, she's a total stranger, doing me a solid -- passing on some potentially priceless information that I bet no one else has. I could get rich with this info, but the poor girl didn't even ask to be cut in for a share of my imminent wealth. That's what I call selfless! And anyway, English probably isn't the girl's first name; I'm thinking the surname Ramirez is Mexican or something. Brandie's probably just an anglicization of Fqhmhknaffjw, however you pronounce it.

I haven't bought in yet, but that's only because I just got home after a long day at school. I'm going to take care of it as soon as I finish this post -- I want to pay off my student loans real quick, so I'm definitely going to take a shot at some of those stocks ASAP. Oh, and I've also got to e-mail my credit card information to someone else so I can get the penis enlargement cream. It's guaranteed to work -- my new best friend Moxie G. Rhinoplasty (topwtpstyledk@wtpstlfmnizzy.com) said so.

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Okay, I hope you all realize that I was being SARCASTIC just now. Save your money and your time, don't call or write to warn me that I should never, ever send my credit card details to someone I don't know, especially not in an e-mail, blah blah blah. I know already. That was a joke. (Although I guess if you have to explain it, it's just not that funny...)

But sometimes I wonder. For some weird reason people actually take the things I write here seriously, which is more than I can say for the way they usually deal with me in person, but that's a story best left for another day. What's even weirder is that the only people who read this are people who really ought to know that I am possessed of a rather, um, unique and possibly warped sense of humour.

I hope I'm not overestimating my friends & family. Just the other day I got an earnest e-mail from someone who shall remain nameless, and who should know better, correcting (in rather elaborate, nay obsessive, detail) my assessment of the Democrats' failings. As if my use of the phrase "pounded it up their collective arse with a wooden mallet" in the original post was some sort of invitation to serious and reasoned political debate.

Go figure.

Anyway, back to the e-mail. As lame, goofy and/or utterly transparent as most spam is, I have to admit that I occasionally derive a perverse joy out of reading it. Some messages -- like the ones that insert random text scraped off web pages, cobbled together to fool spam filters -- are practically poetic. Then again, maybe I wouldn't be so easily amused if I had a TV.

Which brings me to this next piece of insanity, by way of snail-mail:

I received a form letter today from the TV Licensing Bureau. Now, some of you probably already know that in the U.K. you have to pay an annual license fee to own and watch TV; this money goes to a worthy cause, i.e., to help maintain the BBC which produces some great programming but generally receives no advertising revenue. So anyway, the letter is one of those friendly-with-a-vaguely-threatening-undercurrent kind of things, addressed to "The Present Occupier" of Flat L. It starts off by saying that according to their database (?!?) this flat is not licensed. Which is true, because I don't own a TV. (Incidentally I haven't watched TV since September 3. Anywhere, for any length of time. Unless you count the in-flight movie, but that's not really TV.)

So I'm just about to simply toss the letter into the bin when I notice it says I have to call to "stop any further investigation" (??!!???). I skim down towards the bottom where it says, and I quote:
Do you need a TV license?
If you watch or record programmes as they're being shown on TV, you are required by law to have a TV licence which costs 131.50GBP for colour or 44GBP for black and white. Equipment which you need to a licence to use includes:
  • Television - colour or black and white
  • Video or DVD recorder
  • Mobile phone
  • Set-top box
  • Computer

Mobile phone? WTF?!?!?! Computer, I can almost understand. (Except here in the Harrow halls of residence, where Digital Village [the hall ISP]'s notion of "high speed broadband" is loading a single page of plain text, nographics, in a breathtaking 12 minutes. I get more timeouts per minute of surfing than an entire NBA championship game.) My mobile, the cheapest set available -- basically a disposable Nokia model, no kidding, they practically threw it at me as I was leaving the shop, crying, "Here, please, take it, we just want your tariff!" -- couldn't display a picture if you nailed one to the faceplate.

I don't mind supporting the BBC. They've produced some good shit over the years. But, c'mon, I'm a full-time studen, and a broke one at thatt. I don't have time to watch television, even if I had one. The only thing that moves on my computer are the dust bunnies.

I guess if god hadn't wanted mind-numbing bureaucracy, she wouldn't have given us England.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Today's post brought to you by Generic brand

On my major-name computer jukebox application right now: Lou Reed, "Legendary Hearts." Don't know about emotions bleeding, but my eyes sure are. Or so it feels. I've been reading and writing and writing and reading for the last 14 hours or so without a break. And it's only just beginning... so that's why I'm taking a breather. (For just a few minutes, honest.) I'm relaxing by... um... er... writing.

I'm jonesing for a sugar fix, so here's another one for the "things I miss" list: Calhoun's. (Doh! I blew that one. Oh well, a freebie for the folks back home...) Sadly there are no places for a 24-hour slab of ooey gooey goodness here. So last night I had to satisfy my craving with a packaged tiramisu from you-know-where, that nearby supermarket/superstore that I'll try to not name for fear of turning this blog into an accidental advert. (You want eyeballs? Pay me. This education ain't cheap, y'know.) Anyway, I braved the barrage last night and stopped along the way, watching for a while from the top of the Kenton Road railroad bridge. I could see fireworks galore, nonstop, in every direction. I can only imagine what it must have been like flying overhead. It was quite surreal. I was getting high off the gunpowder smoke just standing there.

Incredibly, the barrage continues tonight, too, even though it's been raining all day. Apparently people have not yet finished detonating all their incendiary devices or blowing off assorted limbs and extremities. Exactly 2 more weeks to Guy Fawkes Day, too! Wahoo!

Those of you who enjoyed Gene Simmons' Rock School as much as I did might be interested to note that "Lil' Chris" Hardman (as he's now known) -- you know, the weedy kid who was the singer in the band -- has a hit single over here (loud noise warning: turn your speakers down if you click). Surprisingly, it's quite good. Maybe it's a classic case of expectation management, but as far as lite pop goes it's a pretty tasty musical confection. (Damn, that may have come off like another unpaid endorsement. Not doing too well tonight on that score, am I?)

While I'm on the random tip tonight, let me share my joy over my new web host. Hooray! Normally such mundane things would not be cause for celebration but after the headaches caused by my last web host I'll make an exception. (You know how nervous I get when I feel disconnected.) I won't bad-mouth the old one, as much as I'm tempted to, because at least their politics are in the right place. But they get absolutely zero for service. And there's the rub: you can't rely on greenwashing alone. You've got to be everything the competition is, and more. I do try to be politically and socially conscious by voting with my wallet at every opportunity (to say nothing of living green with every other waking act) but sometimes they make it soooo difficult... Anyway, the new guys seem to be pretty responsive and have better uptime and all that, so it'll take a little residual worry off my mind. Every little bit helps.

Now: Butch Walker and the Let's-Go-Out-Tonites, "Hot Girls in Good Moods." Does anyone do a better Mick Ronson pastiche? I think not...

Okay, okay, I'm going back to work now. Right after Matt the Electrician's "Hammer on the Ladder." And that's a plug.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Blogs: the world's foremost procrastination tool

The weather isn't cooperating. I woke up this morning pleased as punch to see that it was grey, blustery, rainy and generally perfect for staying indoors to get more work done (and there's plenty of it to do, too). But noooooooo, the sky cleared and although it's still a bit windy there's a lot of blue sky and sunshine up there. Damn. Well, it ought to be good for running anyway, if not for the concentration...

Honestly, this place is reminding me more and more of places like Martinique. No, not because of the omnipresent French (who I'm sure are here solely to annoy the British), but because it rains torrentially for a few hours overnight then clears up miraculously by morning, then the cycle repeats. Of course the similarity ends there. I haven't been there yet but somehow I doubt the beaches of Brighton are as attractive and warm.

Before I go too much further I should add, in reference to Wednesday's post about the unnecessarily loud noises: yes, I am aware it's Diwali. C'mon, a person can't live in Vancouver and/or London (or both) for as long as I have and not be the least bit clued up as to what Diwali is or what time of year it happens. And previous posts to the contrary, I'm not against people having fun or even being outrageously loud and obnoxious. I just wish they wouldn't do it at ungodly hours of the night/morning. And maybe not seven days a week either; I'd limit it to, say, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays.

Perhaps it's just the way the campus is built, i.e. with lots of flat concrete surfaces conducive to amplifying eches, or the way sound carries over the relatively flat terrain surrounding Harrow, or both, but the firecrackers they sell over here sound more like, well, er, bombs. If like me you're living in a strange land unaccustomed to such noises and have been filled with media horror stories of events like 7/7, this can be a recipe for almost certain underpant-soiling. I have very little experience with large-scale random violence (barring perhaps the October Crisis) and prefer to keep it that way, thank you.

(By the way if this is what it's like at Diwali, I can't wait for Guy Fawkes Day.)

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News flash: Republican says something intelligent/truthful!

"Only in an election year this complicated can Republicans be happy that Mark Foley knocked the Iraq war off the front page."

--
Mark Campbell, a Republican strategist representing several Congressional candidates, quoted in a recent New York Times story.
Of course his choice of the term "complicated" is a sadly obvious euphemism, but there you go. With the mid-terms just around the corner (U.S. congressionals, not Westminster's I mean*) this kind of chaotic disarray and bad press would ordinarily have me singing and dancing in the aisles, but for one small but crucial detail: the Democrats couldn't snatch election victory from the jaws of defeat if someone pounded it up their collective arse with a wooden mallet. Loathe them or despise them, the one thing Republicans uniformly excel at is sidelining internal differences long enough to organize and get out the vote. History shows that Democrats absolutely suck at this, and I'm sorry to report I see no evidence to suggest this will change anytime soon. And anyway we still have two more years of George W. Monkey-boy; who knows what further damage he and his ideologically retarded puppeteers will be able to inflict on the world in that time span. (Did you see that great item on Craig Ferguson the other night about the President's drinking problem? Priceless.) I suppose I should be grateful Shrub and Darth Cheney are limited by law to two terms of office, although it wouldn't surprise me to learn that they're working to rewrite the rules on that, too.

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One of these days I'm going to post my running list of things that are cheap in the U.K. and those that I find expensive relative to Canada. But in the meantime let me say that one of the items fitting the former category is cheese. The British love their cheese and it certainly is plentiful here. So the other day I decided that I was in the mood for some comfort food, and things like tuna melts and grilled cheese sandwiches struck me as particularly appropriate. So naturally this implied cheese, a commodity I eat rarely and consider a treat since it's so (artificially) expensive at home. As I wandered the aisles of the nearby Sainsbury's I came across one of the most extensive selections I have ever seen. (This was just what I saw in the aisles, too; there was more -- namely the premium and fresh, non-packaged stuff -- at a separate counter near the meat and fish.) I was stopped in my tracks by the sheer volume and variety, to say nothing of the relatively low price.

At first I was overwhelmed by the cornucopia of cheesy choice. But then I was blessed with an inspiration and its crumbly, creamy goodness beckoned: Wensleydale, of course.

* Our own mid-terms are looming too. Very quickly indeed. And so are my papers' deadlines (Ha! Apostrophize that, Postmodern Sass!) So I'd better stop procrastinating and get on with it. See you later.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Brown sauce?

Today's post is brought to you by... brown sauce.

I've been sitting here staring at a packet of the stuff, contemplating it, virtually from the moment I came home tonight.

This unknown substance intrigues me because I've more or less been a lifelong anglophile, and I've never even heard of brown sauce. But apparently it's "a great British tradition," or so it says on the label. (The label also says it contains water, sugar, modified maize and Tapioca starch -- the T is capitalized! -- apple puree [contains E330, whatever that is], molasses, salt, acidity regulator [acetic acid], spirit vinegar, tomato puree, spices, colour [E150c], preservatives [E202]. It is made in a factory handling celery and cereals containing gluten. I'll spare you the nutrition info per 100 mg. Wouldn't want to take all the mystery out of it.)

I'm told that brown sauce most commonly associated with breakfast, good with eggs and such, but it's enjoyed with most every meal.

I'm almost tempted to try it. Not now, of course; it's 12:30 AM GMT as I write and I haven't got anything suitable to put it on. Maybe in the morning.

Right now, some ignorant twisted pigfuckers with what I imagine to be tragically (or comedically) small penises are repeatedly setting off unnecessarily loud firecrackers somewhere on the campus grounds. It is all the more unnecessary since it's 12:32 AM, when more modest explosive devices would still have the desired effect. I mean, if you're gonna be an A-1 asshole, you might as well do it in the broad daylight when more people can recognize your authorship. Why go to all the trouble and expense of being an anonymous asshole?

I'll leave you to ponder that while I go sleep.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Would you believe a truck AND a generator?

As it turns out, it was both. So I was right on both counts. Although it's more than that: it's a travelling fun fair, the kind that have those miniature versions of the tilt-a-whirl and the teacups that make you vomit.

What it's doing here (other than the obvious, I mean) is beyond me. But at least it explains the screams I've been hearing, too.

EMI has infringed my (private copy) rights

On Wednesday we had yet another special guest lecturer in, this time from EMI. He's Richard O'Brien, head of Media. (For a while I debated naming the poor guy, after all, he did presumably volunteer his free time to come talk to us, but... nahhhh.)

Now it must be said that I feel for Richard and people like him. They are in a rather untenable position, having to defend an industry that, largely due to its own inattentiveness and lack of preparation, has frequently found itself pissing off its most ardent supporters (i.e. music fans) and generally shooting itself in the foot at every turn. But the music industry has also been attacked on several sides, mostly from a fiercely competitive high tech industry, that is essentially using music to sell hardware and software. (And, having held a senior executive position in media at a major label, I just empathize.)

So I wanted to cut him some slack. But during the Q&A session someone in the crowd cornered him on the subject of lame copy protection schemes that render product virtually unusable (pun intended, ha ha). And poor Richard didn't have much of an answer. He kind of shrugged and looked sheepish which, under the circumstances, was about all he could do. (If he'd offered to exchange the offending CDs, it would have set a dangerous precedent I guess.) So I followed up with a question of my own, asking if -- amid all the industry's brightly optimistic calculations for a digital music industry --they had calculated how much MORE opportunity would be generated if defective DRM and lame copy protection schemes were off the table (and off the records), and if consumers had genuine CHOICE and INTEROPERABILITY? I mean, anecdotally I see plenty of evidence around me to suggest that most people are satisfied (for now) with their iPods BUT who also say that it would really loosen up their purse strings if they had some assurance that what they bought today would allow them the flexibility and utility they seek, without the built-in incompatibility and obsolescence issues.

And once again Richard couldn't really answer. Which tells me that the industry literally has NO CLUE how much they -- along with their consumers -- could benefit by getting things right. All of their projections are based on the current, sad state of affairs wherein the hardware makers and software makers are duking it out for digital supremacy. Can you imagine where the TV industry would be today if not for a standard broadcast format (NTSC, PAL or SECAM, depending on where you live -- okay, bad example)? Back in the day, sales of the first prerecorded music really only kicked in with a vengeance once it became clear that Emile Berliner's gramophone was the de facto standard, and Edison's phonograph was relegated to office dictation, to which it was best suited anyway. But I digress, as usual.

Richard's visit reminded me of earlier this summer, when his employer EMI infringed my rights.

On the strength of nothing more than Bob Lefsetz's personal recommendation, I went out to buy a new CD by an artist whose name I won't mention here because that's how pissed off I am. Neither the unfortunate artist (who, as always, is caught in the middle) nor the label will get any free publicity from me, because I've been screwed over. POINT #1: The most effective means of promotion remains word of mouth. Don't squander it, or worse yet, make enemies.

Now, in a classic chicken-and-egg situation I can't tell whether the genuine buzz on this artist came first, or whether the marketing campaign did. I suspect it was a bit of both: the label believed and so decided to pitch some cash at it. I was dimly aware of the hoopla surrounding the release; I mean, I get Billboard and Music Week too. But I'm always suspicious of the hype, because so few acts truly live up to it. Then again, with the Internet you can successfully introduce new acts more credibly than you can ever do by spending big marketing dollars. All it takes is some reliable sources. FWEs (friends with ears). Without the word-of-mouth, made all the more efficient and effective by the Internet, you're not in the game. Read Gladwell's Tipping Point again, you'll see.

I've long since given up on the mainstream media because in Vancouver the papers (except the local street weekly) are all owned by the same corporate giant, all spouting the same right-wing agenda. And they own the TV outlets -- ditto on the right-wing agenda. Thankfully they have yet to own the Vancouver radio stations too, but then they all belong to a different homogenizing conglomerate anyway. Not that it matters, because no one listens to radio anymore . Ho-hum. (End of that rant .)

Like most of us, I could have gone online and downloaded the album. But I support the industry -- to a point. More importantly, I support the acts. Or I want to. But the labels make it so difficult for me, for reasons that will become clear in a moment. So I decided to buy the CD. Yes, CDs are a dying technology but in a certain way they're still the most flexible... unless they're being hobbled by DRM. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. By a quirk of fate, that same week the CD was advertised on the back page of the Georgia Straight at a low introductory price. If I wasn't before, now I'm committed to buying it. POINT#2: If you price it right, the people will come.

So I'm at A&B Sound, once the price-driven market leader but now a down-at-the-heel also-ran. I've never seen the store so empty. And sad-looking. Not an exciting, fun place to discover music. Granted, I rarely shop in person any more. Bricks can't compete with clicks for sheer pizazz, ease, information, or product sampling. This experience reminded me why.

After searching fruitlessly through the front racks (where you'd expected the advertised specials, right?) I wandered around for a few minutes in search of help. Eventually I found a clerk, who hadn't heard of the artist in question. I had to explain who (the unnamed new artist) was and the genre(s) under which the CD might be filed. Told him it was advertised, on special. That still drew a blank. POINT#3: if you're truly intent on selling product -- never mind developing an artist -- you've got to EDUCATE THE DISTRIBUTION CHANNELS, perhaps even more so than the consumers. Make them a part of the story. Get them to evangelize for you. Don't assume they're already drinking your marketing Kool-Aid.

The staffer pointed me to the generic alphabetical bin. "I guess we're sold out," said the clerk unhelpfully. You GUESS? He couldn't tell me when or even IF more would arrive, and I wasn't about to ask him if it meant having to wait even longer while he checked the store's inventory system. POINT #4: If you're going to go to take a hit to your margins by special-pricing and co-op advertising your featured act, SHIP IN SUFFICIENT STOCK. And then FOLLOW UP. But then, CDs are nothing but a loss-leader at A&B. Window dressing, to up-sell hardware. Defeated, I left.

Then some time later Lefsetz sent a follow-up note(s) re: the artist in question. So now I'm back on the hunt. I had more important stuff to do on my lunch break, but it had been a long time since I was this fired up about new music. When my curiosity is piqued, I need to score. I don't like to give up that easily. After another near-fruitless search, just as I was about to call it quits for a second time, I finally found it. IN THE ALPHABETICAL SECTION, SPINE-OUT. As in, no facing. At least it was stickered at $7.99. So I grabbed it and took it to the cash, paid, then left. I was in a hurry and didn't immediately twig that they had charged me $8.99 instead of the stickered price. I did the math when I got home, and boy was I pissed. But for the sake of that extra buck I wasn't going to travel all the way back to the point of origin, because the cost of the Skytrain trip would have been more than twice the difference. But guess where I won't be shopping again in a hurry? POINT #5: Don't rip off the customer. And make damn sure your pricing is consistent WITHIN THE STORE. Don't use false or misleading advertising.

Then, the coup de grace. I get home and take the newly acquired CD upstairs to my home office. I'm excited; I haven't bought much new music lately that's really turned my crank. So I drop it in my laptop, because I need some fresh tunes while I work. I need to be inspired. But the CD DOESN'T PLAY. I take it out, re-seat it, and try again. And again. And again. I look at the package: there it is, in hieroglyphics too small for my aging, naked eye: "May not play on iPod/iTunes." WHAT THE FUCK??? A CD that won't work with the world's #1 top-selling portable music device and software? A device with a conservatively estimated 70% market share??!? POINT #6: Shit, if I have to spell it out for them -- they will NEVER understand.

(Allegedly it will play in Windows Media. But even though XP has begun to redress some long standing issues, I still do not trust Microsoft. I refuse to use WMA, on principle. It's a subpar codec, anyway. Windows Media player is a waste of hard drive space, nowhere near as elegant, intuitive or user-friendly as most apps out there, yet strangely loaded with absolutely useless features. WHO THE FUCK NEEDS "VISUALIZATIONS"? What is this, the 1970's?)

I can't even get the disc to play on the machine's basic audio CD player. So I pop open Windows Explorer and I go surfing through the dozens of files and folders on the CD, where I see nothing but INSTALLER files, Flash & HTML documents, tons of extra crap that I don't want or need. I want MUSIC! TUNES! As in, .WAV files. Not this headache. I try absolutely everything but can't get it to work on my Windows machine. I try a few of my favourite workarounds. Nothing seems to do the trick. So now I need INSTRUCTIONS on how to play a goddamn CD? POINT #7: If I'm going to need instructions, then GIVE THEM TO ME. On paper. You know, in an insert or in the packaging. Because if I can't even get the thing to open in my machine, how the fuck am I supposed to find the README files?

I'm not computer illiterate. After my label years, I worked in high-tech (core digital audio compression technology) for years, so by this point I know my way around a PC. I'm not a programmer, more like a borderline geek. An early adopter, not an innovator. But the thing didn't even auto-run not matter what I did. Which is probably a good thing after all, because I'll be damned if I'm going to install ANYTHING on my machine, especially after the Sony rootkit fiasco. Or at least, I won't install anything that I did not specifically seek out for the sole purpose of making my life easier -- not more difficult. Apparently the industry can't decide once and for all if we -- its hardcore consumers, the 20% of fans who buy 80% of the music -- are computer geniuses, idiots, or criminals, or all three simultaneously.

So by this time, I'm 15-20 minutes after popping the shrink wrap and I still haven't had any satisfaction. I'm no longer inspired. I'm frustrated. Angry. I've had a long day. I've got work to do. In this situation, music is supposed to be my SALVATION, not salt in my wounds. I mean, I want it for home and my iPod, and I want it NOW, but not bad enough that I'm going to pay for it twice -- once at retail, once at ITMS. All my expectations have been built up and systematically torn down. This is the new music experience?!?!?

Now I'm left with two options:

1. Go all the way back downtown, return the CD, give them an earful about the pricing scam, and exchange it for a catalogue item doesn't have the heavy-handed copy protection. Then go online and download the album for free. End of story.

2. Reconfigure my stereo so I can output the analog amplifier signal into my sound card, and rip the CD from there. But it's a pain in the ass, and time-consuming. OK, so technically the analog signal is not true "CD quality" sound, but it's close enough for rock 'n' roll and 99.9% closer than my 128-kbps MP3s or AACs will ever be. So I'm OK with that. But here's the rub: if I'm going to go to all that trouble, I'm going to rip a whole BUNCH of CDs while I'm at it. Not just this artist's, either. I might as well make a whole lot more MP3s. For ALL my devices -- and maybe a few for my friends, too. Because by now, it's become personal. It's about revenge for all the aggravation, the time and effort I've wasted, just because I wanted to satisfy my musical urge -- while doing the right thing, by PURCHASING the product.

So I go with Option #2. I mean, I had to listen to the CD anyway, so I might as well do it while making my MP3s. But of course the CD is cut really hot -- what's with these assholes, anyway, who think that jamming the VU meter into the red during mastering makes a CD sound better?!??! Either that, or they're tinkering with a watermarking technology that is so primitive it's audible to the naked ear. So I have to go back and re-rip my MP3s at a sensible level to avoid clipping, or whatever watermarking is causing that horribly distorted sound.

While all of this is going on, and I'm getting madder and madder, it occurs to me that my right to private home copying is enshrined in law. Hell, in Canada downloading freebies from the Internet is LEGAL!!! And therefore, by preventing me from doing this. EMI -- for it happened to be one of their priority acts, sad to say -- is infringing on my rights to private copying.

If a few more of us pissed-off fans were to get together, we'd have a nice class action suit on our hands.

FINAL POINT: CD sales are in a death spiral. What's 2 + 2? You figure it out.

Friday the 13th and other irregularities

I'm feeling much better these days, thanks for asking. Not that I was too worried; I knew it was only a passing thing. "Self-limiting" is the term the medical types use to describe most seasonal viruses and such, I think, and I'm pretty sure that's what I had. Most of the kids in my class have been coming down with assorted bugs for the last few weeks, and I think it may be a measure of my relative health (or my lack of party-hard social life) that it took me this long to finally catch whatever it is that was making the rounds. I'm less inclined to think that the cause was a problem with my eyes, now that I've been reading (mostly sans my reading glasses) for the last couple of days and without headaches or other issues. Go figure.

Randomly:

Yesterday, i.e. Friday the 13th, was rather uneventful. (Note: Mercury will be retrograde from Oct. 28 through November 17... or thereabouts. So dont' get cocky.)

My wonderful friend Helen, who in addition to being an angel of mercy by bringing me all manner of treats and mementoes of home thanks to her job as an Air Canada flight attendant, was in town again a few days ago. After gleefully accepting my latest care package and glancing through its assortment of Fair Trade coffee, Georgia Straight and Vancouver Courier newspapers, maple syprup (yesss!!!), etc., we went out for coffee, as is our "usual" practice when we she is in town (considering she's been here twice in the month that I have lived in London). Afterwards we joined some of her colleagues for drinks and dinner at a pub near her hotel in the rather upscale district of St. John's Wood. The pub had some fantastic and delightfully authentic, spicy Thai food (thanks to the delightfully authentic Thai chef), and I wish I could remember the name of the place. At last I can remember where it was, so if you come to town I can definitely take you there.

Helen's flight attendant friends, it must be said, are decidedly nutty, in a pleasantly friendly sort of way. One of them in particular, Julie, kept us in stitches the whole night. They're a lot of fun, but then I imagine you need a healthy sense of humour when you're a flight attendant. What an interesting and unusual life that must be. They sure have a lot of colourful stories to tell, most of which I couldn't reproduce here for fear of defamation lawsuits.

Two of my favourite recently discovered blogs: Three Beautiful Things and The Mustn't Grumble. Don't ask me how I came to find them -- random coincidence, if you believe in that sort of thing -- but the latter is a kind of guerilla klezmer band (!) with a great name and an even better attitude (not to mention marketing savvy) while the former is an accurately titled, daily recognition of ordinary things that the author finds very pleasant indeed. For some reason I'm particularly drawn to the fact that she's from Tunbridge Wells, Kent, which is near the original ancestral home (so I'm told). I note that she has other blogs which I haven't had time to check out yet -- surprise, surprise. (That I have time to blink these days is something of an achievement, given my current workload.)

A word that crops up many times in my research: regularities. In context, this simply means observable phenomena that happen on a recurring basis. But it just looks like a funny word, doesn't it?

Right now there is a large something-or-other outside my window, probably in the parking lot next door, making a rather persistently loud and unfortunate noise. It sounds like a parked truck, or perhaps a generator. If I feel adventurous I may go outside to investigate. (This is what passes for my Saturday evening entertainment.) I don't want to have to shut my windows to keep out the noise because that would also mean keeping out the fresh air, but it's unbelievably annoying.

My big, fuzzy slippers are quite the hit around the ol' hallowed halls of Harrow (say that five times in rapid succession). They never fail to elicit comment when I wear them to the kitchen, but more importantly they are oh so very comfortable.

I wish I had a camera to take some pictures and post them for you, but I don't. Well, actually, I do have my Nokia 3220 cell -- sorry, mobile -- phone with its built-in camera, but I don't have a data cable for it. And being a student, a 15 pound data cable is a bit of a luxury. More's the pity since the weather has been unseasonably beautiful here. As if you wanted or needed further proof of global warming, it's still been mostly very sunny and T-shirt warm. (At least for us Canucks.) It's like the tropics: it rains torrentially overnight or for surprisingly brief periods during the day, then clears right up so as not to inconvenience anyone. Anyhow, when I go running around the fields adjacent to the Uni and around Nortwick Park I look west and see Harrow-on-the-Hill, which is quite a picturesque little town, in its quaint olde Englishe way. Take my word for it.

I've been sat here at the computer for over 12 hours now, barring food breaks, reading and researching and taking notes. I need to take a break soon. More importantly, I need something sweet for dessert.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Read this or die. Literally.

The threat is from those who accept climate change, not those who deny it

If the biosphere is ruined it will be done by people who know that emissions must be cut - but refuse to alter the way they live

George Monbiot
Thursday September 21, 2006
The Guardian

http://environment.guardian.co.uk/climatechange/story/0,,1877284,00.html

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Check-up check-in

Apparently it was (Canadian) Thanksgiving on Monday. I had no idea, even though it's sufficiently well documented on my Western Canada Wilderness Committee calendar. That's how out of touch I am about stuff at home. I am culturally adrift. (Not that Thanksgiving was ever such a big deal, but... you know.)

Had to take a couple of days off blogging because I was feeling unwell most of Sunday and Monday. As it happened I was scheduled for my NHS reg appointment on Monday AM anyway, and we -- that is, the examining physician and I -- think it's mostly down to (a) stress, but more likely (b) my need for proper glasses, and/or (c) some combination of the above. Which is a bugger, because I need to do a LOT of reading and writing for my program. A total of 16 or 18 documents (an average of 3,500 words each), including two exams, and that's just for the first term! I spent the first half of today just cataloguing all the assignments, and trying to make sense of a work flow and schedule. (It's still not complete.)

The glasses I can probably manage. I have no idea how much it costs to be examined by an optometrist, but I suppose I'll find out soon enough. The stress may be another matter entirely. I guess all I can do is exercise, stop thinking about all the work ahead of me, and just take one day at a time. Maybe meditate. Breathe.

Speaking of which, I'm dropping my dosage for my asthma medication. I'm now down to one dose per day. I'm going to see if I can wean myself right off it, at least until I get home. Of course winter hasn't yet kicked in here so it's still remarkably dry & warm here (it's nearing midnight as I write, I've got the windows wide open, and I'm sitting in shorts and a T-shirt). I'll see how I feel when things start to get cool & damp.

But for the moment I'm going to stop blogging for other medical reasons. I'm sick of reading and writing.

Friday, October 06, 2006

Guest blog: Jasmine (with help from Ali & Sue)

Because the dogs of cyberspace ate today's entry, I bring you a very special guest blog courtesy of Jasmine with, I suspect, more than a little parental assistance from Ali & Sue. (Whom I didn't actually get to see when they were here last week, not that I'm bitter...)

It is the heartwarming -- sometimes frightening, and alternatingly sad and funny -- tale of how my very good and wonderful friends came to adopt their very lovely, charming and oh-so-photogenic daughter Jasmine.

Somewhat oddly for a blog, it's in chronological order, and -- low bandwidth warning! -- there are LOADS of photos to scroll through before you get to the actual story per se. But it's well worth it. Enjoy. I did.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

What I'm missing

In no particular order:
  • Danika
  • My cats (Albert & Victor)
  • Recycling & composting
  • My bike
  • Our bed
  • My own kitchen
  • Cilantro less than 1 pound 39p (about $3.00!) per bunch
  • Men's team
  • Basketball
  • Applause Video
  • Mountains
  • The Daily Show with Jon Stewart
  • Cedar and hemlock trees
  • Quality sleep
  • Canadian accents
  • Maple syrup (seriously)
  • DaVinci's Inquest re-runs
  • Teaching
  • Mom and Dad
  • My friends
  • The Excellent Eatery
  • My personal library
  • Home