Discovering Perspective

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Reading Week To Do List


dave_and_theresa
Originally uploaded by brunelleschi.

Being the terrible friend I am and the incredibly busy one, It has taken me five months to finish touching up the wedding photos for my friend Theresa. A quick test run on a few at the printers and the rest will follow quickly.

This was the big one on my to do list for the week.

Also

  • getting a fair bit of cleaning and organizing done around the apartment
  • applying for some summer jobs
  • updating my websites
  • research for my thesis proposal
  • catch up on sleep
  • research for a few papers coming up
  • a hint of studio
  • enjoying the time to cook and bake real food
  • spending some time with my beau

Cold water laundry

Mekki and I were trying to decide how much money you would save by switching to the Tide Cold Water detergent after seeing one of their commercials yesterday. Should they be advertising that you are "saving money" and not just that you are reducing energy consumption?

We did our guestimate math and came out to $25/year. Our conclusion is that you likely don't "save" money given the price difference of using the premium specialty detergent versus a no name normal alternative.

According to the Canadian Energy Efficiency Alliance the savings are $16-63 for natural gas and $52-217 for electric depending on your washer settings.

So we had a good guess for natural gas (we hadn't really specified one way or another) however, we were actually closer to the electric when you consider that we were assuming 3 loads of laundry per week for a family of four. The CEEA is calculating based on the Canadian average of 6.3 loads. Who are these people? Mekki and I do one load per week.

Maybe they would save more money, energy and water if they just cut back on the laundry a bit. You can wear clothes and sleep in your sheets more than once, can't you?

As mentioned before, I get annoyed with all the energy saving propaganda.

What Happened Canada

Sigh

Where is that leg?

I woke up the other morning to go to the lady's room. Swung my legs over the side of the bed, stood up and collapsed to the floor and knocked my head against the wall. I had absolutely no muscle control in my right leg. I lifted myself back into bed with some help from Mekki and after a quick leg massage I was able to move my leg again.

Your body paralyzes itself while you're sleeping to keep you from acting out your dreams. I have a history of waking up before this wears off but I'm usually aware of it before I try standing up. It is similar to when your leg falls asleep except that in that case you can still feel yourself trying to move the limb. It's extremely unnerving to be sending the signal to move your leg and you have no idea where that message goes.

Not a pleasant thing to wake up to. Nice to have someone there to take care of me though.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Waiting for the Call

Are you watching this.

The Swiss Canada hockey game and the eternity to decide if Canada got the goal.

Rediculous.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Bernini (aka Berni)


"Berni"
Originally uploaded by brunelleschi.

My new pet beta fish. A stunning blue and green with a hint of purple. They're such beautiful fish.

It's been just over a year since Bruno died at the ripe old age of four and a half.

The legacy of renaissance architects in my fish bowl now continues.


Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Ticket to Ride

from nowhere to nowhere and everywhere between


Mapping The Transitway in Ottawa: a Manifesto

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The transit station is an artificial destination.
It is not the intended destination of the traveler but one that he must pass through to continue on towards his goal. However, it becomes part of the local vocabulary of landmarks and directions.

The transit station is the city's vestibule.
The demand on these spaces is to reorient the travelers, giving reference to their location in relation to the rest of the city and initiate them into the new district they are about to enter. It connects the transit network to the urban network and directs the flow between the two, the termination of one and beginning of the next. The characteristic of any junction is one of potential collision, overlap and failure, however, these conflict present opportunities for the environs, otherwise anonymous and invisible, to express themselves.

The transit system is a secret network.
It forbids traffic of pedestrians and personal vehicles and denies even its own passengers from retracing the route on their own. The knowledge of how to arrive at point B from point A does not translate into the regular city networks. It has its own set of roads, its own set of laws and permissions.

The transit system is involved in the collapsing of space and time.
The experiential quality is inherently such that the moment of departure becomes the moment of arrival, in between is no-time and no-space. The commuter traverses the city displaced from context, caught in limbo until deposited at the station where they re-enter the city.

A common mode of transportation in large cities is public. In Ottawa, this mode of transmission, "conveyance from one place to another" (from the Latin transmissionem) though the most “public” is one of the most removed from the city. This is due mainly to the Transitway which is rerouted off the main streets and onto its own network in favour of efficiency. As such it is a peculiar and clear example of the transit condition; One that is more easily mapped in this light despite its elusive and secret nature.

It is time to unmask, reveal and record the “other” time and space, the ether of the mysterious medium through which the traveler is conveyed. What exists between departure and arrival?

In so doing, we can assist in the movement to make riding the bus an event, a spectacle of the city, fueling the urban exploration subculture. Remove the passivity of the traveller. Where the flâneur and the commuter collide let there be spectacle.

“Vivez sans temps mort!” - Guy Debord
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Sometimes our assignments are a bit odd.


Monday, February 13, 2006

Winter Depression

I need sun. I need fun.

Been having a pretty rough week morale-wise. Everyone in studio is whiny, unmotivated and unproductive which I am too so I can't blame them. But it's not helping me get out of my deep blue funk.

And reading week rarely helps.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Squidoo

www.squidoo.com

"It's a place where smarties like you flaunt your expertise and benefit from that of others--think Friendster meets Wikipedia." - Daily Candy

Found this on Seth Godin blog

Interesting idea.

Never Write a Bibliography Again

Mekki and I, being the obsessive compulsive people we are, want to make an inventory of our books (to start). I just came across a really cool helpful tool that doesn't seem to work, which is really disappointing. It's an MLA bibliography auto generator that is supposed to be able to generate the bibliography entry for a book/resource from the ISBN or amazon summary page.

But it keeps getting stuck and upon closer inspection, the program hasn't been updated since 2003 so it seems to have been abandoned. I'm hoping to be able to find another program to do the same.

Two Years Ago...

...I was in Rome.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Wiarton Willie you're my new best friend

Happy Ground Hog's Day indeed! No shadow sightings today = early end of winter.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

A Disturbing Scene

Walking home this afternoon, crossing the Bronson bridge over the Rideau River, I glanced down over the river and in the middle of the peaceful white blanket of snow covering the ice was a pigeon exploded like a firework dead centre.

It's feathers marking the record of its impact.

It's one of those instances that begs the question how does something like that happen. Did the pigeon die and fall off its perch on one of the bridge alcoves, a popular pigeon hang out? Did it get hit by something while in flight? Wouldn't the snow have provided enough padding to absorb the force so that it wouldn't have splatted for what must have been 10x the size of the pigeon? Why was there no blood?

It also reminded me of an unpleasant event that occured while I was in Rome. I was unlucky enough to have been walking beside a pigeon as it was run over by a car. Until that moment I had always thought the most disturbing sound was the crushing of a snail under foot. I was wrong. The combined crushing of bones and balloon like pop of a pigeon is much more disturbing.