It's all about the bargains

Nice flight in last night on Air Canada ... Jazz, or Tango, or whatever the cheap-ass branch is called now. They must've known I paid the cheapest-ass price, 'cuz they seated me in the very back row, in the aisle, by the toilets. That said, though, they offered more than Canjet did when I came and went last week. Cute little drop-down LCD screens, free pop, $5 roast beast sammiches.

I'm diggin' it here in Halifax so far. I'm doing my damndest not to stick out as a stereotypical Ontarian. I've noticed some stuff, and am having no problem loving it as it is and not applying an obnoxious Torontonian spin on it.

Obnoxious Torontonian would say: airport shuttle bus drivers aren't supposed to leave fifteen minutes late, careening through city streets on an improvised route while alternately cranking up and turning down the greatest hits of Guns 'n Roses.
I say: what's the rush? It's after midnight anyway. I hope the next ride features AC/DC or Rush.

Obnoxious Torontonian would say: what's with all the people walking around in raggedy clothes talking to themselves (and parking meters)?
I say: thank heaven this town hasn't succumbed to the fashionista culture, and bless those folks who are so friendly that they don't even have to wait to meet someone to engage in conversation.

Obnoxious Torontonian would say: why's it so bloody cold already?
I say: I sweat excessively as it is. I'm grateful for the more temperate weather and look forward to winter. I've already heard people say that winter in Halifax is still more tolerable than summer in Toronto.

Obnoxious Torontonian would say: what the hell? Why is there no Sunday shopping??!
I say: I dunno. Uhm. I guess it's .... ermm ... jeez. Yeah, that'll take some getting used to.

My habit of schmoozing with homeless people and panhandlers has continued uninterrupted, though a man today threatened to beat me quite soundly when I politely rebuffed his request to give him money so his landlord would return his key. The people I was walking with assured me that such threats are very rare. Well, after enduring a cane beating by the notorious Shaky Lady of Toronto (and later, Montreal), I'm not all that worried.

One thing that is a bit of a culture shock -- all the white people. It's not allwhite people, but certainly mostly. I'm used to being one of the few white people on the subway or streetcar. It's weird seeing so many white people. Not scary, just kind of odd. I grew up in white-people-populated Newmarket, so you'd think it'd be a throwback to the old days, but I kinda miss having so many shades of skin all around me.

Back in T-O, my stuff is mostly packed -- mostly. Mostly. Well, almost all the stuff that can go in boxes is now in boxes. TVs, furniture, computers, mirror, bicycle, lamps, bed, and other beastly items will be left to the movers. They's the pros. Looks like I'll be able to get into my new apartment by week's end, to begin a few weeks living on an air mattress and eating off paper plates 'til the truck comes with our stuff.

Still feels a little like vacation, what with the hotel stay and using computers in hip internet-wired cafes, but the work has already begun. Training has begun for the staff at the three new stations. We should be doing runs-throughs by the end of the week. Launch is October 11 at 5:30am. No, there isn't a web feed. Don't get greedy now.

Wasn't that a party

Hainsworth.com reports that a party was thrown last night at the Spotted Dick to send myself and Jennifer Macdonald off to Halifax. I even hear that they plugged it on-air at 680News.

Wow.

It was a dream come true. When I first considered actually moving out there, I fantasized about a party where I'd get to play some tunes with John and Rick (keys and drums). We've been jamming together for a little over two years, but none of us has performed in public, aside from my little solo set at a 680 forum get-together a few weeks ago. Newsroom coordinator Anne Lavrih got the venue, the boys rose to the challenge, and we played nine songs.... most of them palatable. I'll get some CDs out once I get Little Eddie Dingle and The Stallion (my PCs) shipped and set up in NS.

A lot of people have to wait for their funeral to hear so many nice things about them. I was deluged with positive feedback all night long. Even my girlfriend Amanda was surprised to hear so many good things about me, and she already thought I was a pretty cool guy.

I've said it a few times, but I'll say it again here ... I was raised in Newmarket, but I grew up during my years at 680News. I've had some fantastically interesting times with some amazing people. Thanks to everyone who came out last night. It was a special time for me. And not only did I have so many work colleagues there, but Amanda came, as did my long-time buddies Michael and Sandra, and her man Byron. You've all helped me become who I am! Now I get to be that guy, in a whole new place.

I look forward to seeing you all again really soon!

Time to finish packing ... leaving on a jet plane Sunday night.

Radio hack recognized

Wow, I made it to the Big Yellow Board. I leave the market and I finally get a note in the sandbox.

Marc Weisblott, who once, I think, called me the "Glen Cochrane of the Gen-X set" (which I gleefully passed on to Mr. Cochrane when I accidentally MOS'd him on Queen East earlier this year while doing a goofy story about people who leave their xmas lights up too long... I thought, "Wow, this guy has some nose! Only Glen Cochrane had a nose like that."), noted that...well...that this blog exists, saying "another radio hack (and old-school zinester) refines his web presence to remind us what we're missing ..."

Yeah, zines. Wow. The zine world came back to the surface of my memory recently when Ninjalicious, aka Milky Puppy, aka Jeff Chapman, founder of YIP, Infiltration, and the modern Urban Exploration movement, died. Jeff was one of the most entertaining writers I'd ever met. A brilliant guy. And he kicked ass on Pyroto Mountain. In packing up my apartment in recent weeks, I threw out a big box of old zines, including a stack of Corpus, the first zine I ever read. Saved the early issues of Infiltration, though. Also saved a few copies of each of the issues of Cygnals and Your Own Worst Enemy, the zines I put out back in the 90s. My hope is to to scan them to PDF files and put them up in their excruciating entirety on the infernet. Yeah, sure. Just like I hope to archive these boxes of VHS tapes to DVD.

Anyway, thanks for the mention up on the yellow board.

And thanks to Mr. Hainsworth for building me a slick hainsworth.com knock-off so I can chronicle my eastward migration. Shame that I'm going to be living on an air mattress in an apartment without a computer for the first few weeks!

I am here. Let the rocking begin.

It's my third day in Halifax and I've already blown a wheel. There's a lot of walking to do here, and I've hurt my right foot/ankle. Pity, too, 'cuz I signed the lease on a new apartment this morning and now have nothing to do but relax and see the city. And like I said, there's a lot of walking to do.

Nice place -- 2-bedroom, downtown, laundry on every floor, nice view, near mall and buses, across the street from the Metro Centre stadium.

It's a nice city so far! Hilly. Can't just hail a cab -- hafta call for them, but they arrive quickly and no ride anywhere has cost me more than $8. (To the airport is $50+, mind ya.)

Training starts next week at the new news experiment station. Lots of buzz over the hiring of ex-Mojo, ex-CFRB dude Andrew Krystal. I hear he's gooood. I hope he's the lead-in to my show, but I don't know much right now, other than that people have been talking me up well ahead of my arrival. Apparently I'm some kind of guru. Ooooo, we'll see. I know one thing: I wanna hear a lot of time checks during the news!

Time to go find some ice and aspirin and tell the guy in the next room with the glasses (sales, I think -- knows where the good restaurants are, apparently) about the Storm Centre. And I thought I'd escaped that! At least I won't be deliveringthe Storm Centre updates.

Rock over London, Rock on Chicago. Pepsi, the Choice of a New Generation.

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