Education in dining and sore feet

Cotes levees: ribs
Risolettes: hashbrowns
Frites allumees: fries
Dingue: crazy
Ciboulette: chives
Pain dore: french toast
Courgettes: zucchini

Bienvenue a Quebec

For all who are wondering whether we got here okay -- yup, we did.

Rolled in around 10:15pm after a slight mis-drive in the wrong direction heading into town. Then it started pouring rain while we looked for our hotel. Bla bla bla, long story short, we're in a pub at 10:45 waiting for dinner.

Updated love goes out to Chris and Shannon for hosting us in St. Ratford, mom and dad for being pleasantly surprised, and to Sandra and Byron for putting us up in their awesome new home last night.

Bon appetit.... Soon, I hope!

Holiday Road

Greetings from my Blackberry!

We're on summer vacation now, and we've covered a lot of ground already in the little Kia Rio 5.

Day one was a drive from Halifax, through Nova Scotia, through New Brunswick, to Riviere du Loup in Quebec. Photos to come of the vintage neon sign at the motel, which was attached to a St-Hubert chicken restaurant. The motel reception was at the take-out counter. Our waiter Benoit tipped us off to a decent fireworks show that night.

Next day was a long long drive to Bradford to spend a coupla days with Amanda's family. Barb and Wendall hosted us fabulously. We even got to Ikea to pick up some stuff -- although the first Ikea in Canada was in Dartmouth, there's none near us, so that was cool.

Then yesterday we drove to Stratford and surprised my parents by just walking in the door completely unannounced. They had no idea we were coming! Narrowly missed another up-close fireworks show last night in Stratford.

Tomorrow we're off to Toronto to see my oldest dearest friend Sandra and her man Byron in their new home. Then Saturday it's on the 401 again for a pop-in with manda's aunt (eastern: "ont" ontario: "ant") then on to Quebec City for a few days. Rolling back out to Halifax for a quick rest, and wrapping up the vacation in the Bay of Fundy area.

Hopefully all very relaxing, cuz I'm back to work on the Tuesday after the stat (Simcoe Day in Ontario I think, Natal Day in hfx) to do two weeks of the 4am morning show shift.

Hallo to all the folks we've seen and will be seeing! Watch for pics at flickr when we return.

Still faceless, but feeling the pressure

I'm still not on Facebook.

But, I'm not sure how long I'll stay that way.

I've received invites from several people in the past week or two -- from a former coworker at a TV station, from a university classmate, and a grade-school/high school classmate.

I know that I've told several people my own reasons for not being on Facebook so far -- but now I'm down to bargaining with myself to see if there's a way to be signed up, yet still hold to my objections.

Today I did a google search on "why I'm not on facebook". I only got seven hits.

Other searches turned up a few results, but not much to solidly reinforce my own opposition.

One argument is that if people want to find me, I'm easily found via Google. You'll land right at bigasssuperstar.com. A poster at penmachine.com offers a similar point of view:

I have this thing about trying to keep my online existence stable, so if you link to something of mine, it will still be around in a few years. If I gave you my email address or ICQ account number in 1996, or my blog URL in 2000, it still works. I don't regularly create and abandon new blogs and podcasts, or delete them and start over. I like to have an archive that persists. Sorry if I'm weird and not cool that way.


Maus Congeniality concurs:

1. I've been on the internet a long time. Any people from my past that I wanted to find again, I already have.2. I'm already on myspace, flickr, friendster, livejournal, blogger, twitter, friendsreunited, ringo, bebo and have had - in my life - at least 5 more 'blogs' in various other places ... No wonder I get so much spam.I really, really don't need to make any more marks on the internet.3. See above: it's really not difficult for curious former schoolmates/workmates to find me online.4. I'm getting a bit old and a bit busy for social networking, although I'm sure it's plenty fun when you've got time on your hands and want to look up names you remember from primary school or whatever.

Another echo from prgirlz.com:

High school was fine. I didn't hate it, I had some good times, I made great friends. In fact, my closest friends are from those years. But I'm in touch with everyone I need to be. If I've lost touch, well, what can I say? I don't miss you! If we weren't friends then, why do we want to pretend to care about each other now, just because of this site? This site IS high school. How many friends do you have? Are people writing on your wall? Are you dating someone? Not married yet? Do you have a good job?


In my case, I've never felt very socially connected, and I never kept in touch with people who I probably could have kept in touch with over the years. That's not to say I have an urge to become close buddies with people I haven't seen or spoken with in 15 or 20 years. But I admit to being curious about how their lives turned out.

My other arguments against joining?

Well, I have a history of computer over-use dating back to the days when computers were things only nerds used. And I was a nerd who used computers, often to excess. I have a "been there, done that" attitude about some of this social-computering stuff. I had my fill of IRC and message boards and mutli-line chat before most people even had an e-mail address. I've summed it up publically as "I don't need one more thing to keep me sitting in front of a computer instead of doing useful, productive things." Kind of like a reformed alcoholic debating whether to check out the new bar that everyone's been buzzing about.

My bargaining-with-myself (or, bullshit justification for doing what I want, depending on your perspective) solution to this would be to use facebook only at home -- not at work, where I've seen it consume much of peoples' daytime hours -- and only for, say, 20 minutes a week. As much as I can find fun stuff addictive, Facebook doesn't sound like so much fun that I'd be addicted. But I'm sure some people said that about crystal meth, so...

I have no intention of becoming the sort of person who lives his or her life through the screen. I don't care to update a Facebook photo gallery with all my latest party pictures -- I have Flickr already. And for the minutae of my life, well, I already have this blog.

I feel secure enough in my self and my grounding in reality that I wouldn't believe I'm more popular or socially worthy because I have x number of "friends" on a web site.

I also have a history of being a little too open about my life. Definitely more so in the 90s than now, but I was shamelessly exhibitionistic about aspects of my personality in a "hey, look at me, aren't I interesting (if a little odd)" kind of way. As I've matured, I've gained more respect for my own privacy. I was afraid that Facebook would expose me more than I'm comfortable with, but I've since been told that the system is flexible enough that I could share just what I want and lock down the rest.

My other big public objection was that I'm not a fad-follower. I tend not to get involved with things just because they're cool. I like to be an early adopter or a way-past-the-fad adopter. It took me a long time to want to get an ipod. I only started blogging when I moved to Halifax. And I still don't have an HDTV (nor do I feel like I need one for another year or two, unless we win the IWK Lottery dream house). Well, if I'm to examine this objection, joining now would put me well outside the early-adopter Facebook crowd. It's even past the "cool" "fad" phase. It's now at a level of ubiquity at which the addicts have already become bored with it. Sounds like a good time for someone like me to get on board.

So, bottom line ... I'm thinkin' about it. I don't think I'd want the pimped-out, full-ass, here's-my-whole-life-in-pixels Facebook experience. Just a "hey, you're looking for me? You found me. Go to my web site" profile, with an opportunity to say to a few folks, "oh, hi. You're now a chemist in Lichtenstein? Very nice. Glad you remember me. Be well."

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