Status update


CD ripping status: I’m just over halfway through the alphabet now — just finished the M’s (Malibu Stacey, Marillion, Matchbox Twenty, Max Webster, Megadeth, Sue Medley, Metallica, Midnight Oil, Steve Miller Band, Mr. Big, Kim Mitchell, Molly Hatchet, The Moody Blues, Alanis Morrisette, Mötley Crüe, Alannah Myles). iTunes tells me that I have 16 genres, 153 artists, 391 albums, 4640 songs, 14 days, and 25.10 GB on my iPod. (Note that one double album counts as two, so it’s not really 391 albums, but 391 actual discs. I also have a couple of episodes of Battlestar Galactica from last season that I have not yet watched on there. Interesting facts about the CDs I’ve burned so far:

  • I have more songs by Billy’s (Dean, Idol, Squire, Talent) than David’s (Gilmour, Usher)
  • I have fourteen Led Zeppelin albums (including Physical Graffiti as two and the box set as four)
  • I have eleven John (Cougar) Mellencamp albums, all single albums. I never would have guessed there were so many, and I don’t even have them all.
  • I have an album by Helix? One by Heart? Two by Haywire? Four (including a double live CD) by AC/DC? I bet I haven’t listened to any of these in fifteen years.
  • There are at least four genres of which I have exactly one album:
    • jazz — Kamikiriad by Donald Fagan (lead singer for Steely Dan). Never really though of it as jazz, but I suppose that fits as well as any other category. I guess Steely Dan was kind of jazzy too, so once I get to the S’s we’ll see what they are.
    • punk — Dookie by Green Day. No argument there.
    • folk — by a PEI singer named Patricia Murray. I think it’s entirely sung in Gaelic. Someone gave it to me as a gift, I guess figuring that I’m of Scottish descent and my name is Gaelic (Graeme means “of the gray house”), so I must speak Gaelic.
    • world — the debut album by Leahy. More Celtic music from Canada’s east coast. (Update: they’re actually from Ontario) A whole family of fiddle players, piano players, guitar players, and singers. I saw two of them play live once, and one of the fiddle players, Donnell Leahy, was just incredible.
  • Nirvana’s Nevermind album, which spawned the whole grunge scene in the early 90’s and is not only a classic in the grunge genre but was basically the first real grunge album, is categorized not as grunge but as rock.

Everyone wants their cut


I ordered an iPod from Apple a few weeks ago. I think I might have written about it already. Because I bought it through apple.ca, they added GST to the price. Apple didn’t charge for shipping, and I didn’t have to pay FedEx for anything when it arrived. Then last week I ordered a dock for the iPod, so I can plug the dock into my stereo and TV, and then when I plug the iPod into the dock, I can get sound through the stereo and watch videos on the TV. The dock shipped from North Carolina, but when it hit the border, the Canadian government decided that I should pay them GST on this item even though I bought it from a company in the US. I suppose the idea is that I could have bought the thing in Canada, in which case I would have paid GST on it. Being able to order something from the US and not pay GST on it would be a loophole, so I need to pay the GST as if I bought it here. However, that GST (in this case, $21.77) is due the moment it crosses into Canada, so since I wasn’t there to pay it, UPS had to pay it on my behalf. Thanks UPS, very sporting of you. Well, no, not really — UPS charged me $39.10 (plus GST, so $41.45) for this service, or almost double the amount that they had to pay. When they deliver the dock tomorrow, I will have to reimburse them for the GST they paid, plus pay this extra service charge, so I’ll have to give the driver $63.22. The dock itself only cost about $150, so this extra charge is almost half of the original cost of the thing.

I suppose the GST goes towards things like health care, but it’s still frustrating. Actually, I’m not sure which is frustrating me more — having to pay the GST or the fact that UPS is charging me a service charge of almost 200%.

Geocaching


On Monday, we went on our first geocaching expedition. Geocaching is a combination hike and treasure hunt — you get the latitude and longitude co-ordinates of a “cache” from the geocaching web site, plug them into your GPS, and then go find it. The GPS is only so accurate, however, so it’s not like once you get to the co-ordinates, you look down and there it is. You need to look under rocks or piles of leaves or in tree stumps, stuff like that. You can find some in the city as well, though I suspect those ones are harder to find — you can’t just leave one on the sidewalk.

The web site has thousands of caches listed, and each one has an indication of how hard the cache is to find, and how difficult the terrain is. You can put a cache halfway down a cliff wall, but then only rock climbers are going to be able to find it. There are also caches hidden underwater for scuba divers to find.

The cache itself is generally a tupperware-type box or ammo container that has a log book in it, and sometimes some little “prizes”. The idea is that if you take something, you leave something as well. The one we found wasn’t in great condition though, there were some rusty coins in it, two pens that didn’t work, and a plastic toy. We signed the log book and then took the broken pens and left a good one.

Sometimes, the cache owner makes a game of it, and creates several caches, each of which contains a “clue”. Once you find all the caches and put all the clues together, that gives you the location of the final cache. Some caches also contain a trackable item, which is something that has a code you can enter on the web site. The idea with those is to take the item from that cache, leave it in another one somewhere else, and then update the web site. Then you can follow the item’s progress around the world.

I borrowed a GPS from a guy at work, just to see if this is something that the kids would enjoy, and sure enough they liked searching in the bushes once we found the general location. According to the web site, there are numerous caches around our area, and there are some up north near where our parents live. We’ve even found a bunch in France, so we might try a few of those when we’re over there next summer (bought our tickets last week!). We’ve signed up for a geocaching “class” at the Royal Botanical Gardens in October, so that should be fun as well.

ProgNOTsticator


I am in a football pool with some guys at work, run through ESPN.com. In week 1, I got 11 picks right out of 16, and was tied for second place. I lost the tie-breaker, so I didn’t win anything. This past week, I tied for third place with 10 correct picks, so I didn’t win anything there either. Currently, I’m leading our pool overall, I’m ranked 816th out of the hundreds of thousands of people in the ESPN pool, which is the 99.3rd percentile. This sucks.

It sucks because I know jack about football — I’ve just gotten lucky two weeks in a row. If I come in second or third every week all season, I have an excellent shot at winning the whole thing, but the odds of that are infinitesimal. My best shot of making any money in this pool was to get lucky and win a week or maybe two. I’m ranked near the top of the list right now, but in the long run, it’ll mean nothing. Part of me thinks that I’ve burned up all the luck I had, while the other part of me that doesn’t believe in luck thinks that I have as good a shot as anyone else. We’ll see…

Update: Turns out I came in second in week two, not third, so I actually won $10. Also, I joined a similar pool at the local Boston Pizza and used the same picks for that pool, and I won the week and a $25 gift certificate!

More fun with the English language


While ripping CDs onto my iPod, I’ve noticed at least one and possibly two songs that have grammatical errors in the titles. This seems unbelievable to me. It’s not unbelievable that the original songwriters got it wrong, but that they and everyone else who read the song’s title before the album was released got it wrong.

Interestingly, the errors are similar in both cases. The songs in question are “Given The Dog A Bone” by AC/DC (should be “Givin’…”) and “Taken The Pain” by Haywire (should be “Takin’…”). Errors in the lyrics themselves I can understand, and I’m sure sometimes they’re put there intentionally, but I think these are just plain ol’ mistakes. I haven’t confirmed the lyrics of the second one, but it sounds like You’re takin’ the pain from my heart…”. However, it could be You’ve taken the pain from my heart…”, in which case it’s not an error.

At one point, I thought there was some serious redundancy in the Paul McCartney song “Live And Let Die”. The lyrics sound like “But in this ever-changing world in which we live in“, but it’s actually “But if this ever-changing world in which we’re livin’“, which makes more sense. There’s “A Horse With No Name” by America, which contains the mind-boggling “In the desert you can remember your name ’cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain“. I’ve completely given up trying to analyze lyrics by some bands; Matthew Good (he has songs called “While We Were Hunting Rabbits”, “Advertising on Police Cars”, “Ex-Pats of the Blue Mountain Symphony Orchestra” and “Girl Wedged Under The Front Of A Firebird”) and The Tragically Hip (“There’s a cannon shooting coconut cream, forty gallons in a steady stream” ) are good examples.

Of course, in the original cases, it could easily be that whoever was responsible for the liner notes was solely responsible for the error. Tool’s album “Lateralus” has a song called “Lateralis”, but that is apparently a typo on some pressings of the CD. But if it’s just a typo, the story’s not that interesting.

On a radio show from Friday (which I listened to today via podcast), they were briefly talking about the English language — the difference between “further” and “farther” (I have no idea what the difference is), and how you don’t “revert back”, you just “revert”. One that always bugs me is “rate of speed”, as in “the car was moving at a high rate of speed”. Speed is a rate, so there’s no need to say “rate of”; just saying “…moving at a high speed” is perfectly correct, and “moving very quickly” is even better. Another one of those examples of people who try to sound more intelligent by using big words but end up sounding dumber because they use the big words wrong. I have heard people talk about others being “ignorant” when they really mean “rude”, but “ignorant” sounds better. They, of course, are ignorant of what ignorant really means. The classic line from The Princess Bride comes to mind: “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

Ironically, earlier in the same show, one of the guys had used the term “literally” incorrectly. He talked about someone who “literally took the bull by the horns”. Unless the guy was a cowboy or bullfighter, I don’t think so.

David Gilmour


I went to see the David Gilmour concert movie today. It was recorded at the Royal Albert Hall during his “On An Island” tour last year, and will be released on DVD in a couple of days. A bunch of theatres across North America and in the UK showed some of the DVD, which was followed by a live half-hour Q&A session with QGilmour, and then a 10-minute live jam session. The whole show was unbelievably cool. Gilmour is an amazing guitar player — he can play fast but doesn’t always feel the need to (unlike others), his note-bending is amazing, and he puts so much emotion into the music it’s unreal. For this tour, he also surrounded himself with other amazing musicians, including Pink Floyd bandmate Rick Wright on keyboards, Roxy Music’s Phil Manzanera on rhythm guitar, and Graham Nash and David Crosby on backing vocals, and David Bowie also makes a cameo appearance. The concert was amazing — as a guitar player myself, I love to watch close-up video of great guitar players, and Gilmour is a master. If the entire thing had been two hours of footage of just his fret hand, that would have been fine with me. The Q&A afterwards was a bit disappointing, since Gilmour managed to avoid answering many of the questions. Still, I may pick this DVD up once it’s released next week.

Interesting but useless fact: while browsing the Wikipedia entries on Gilmour, Wright, and other members of Pink Floyd, I came across this: Floyd drummer Nick Mason owns a house that used to be owned by Camilla Parker-Bowles, the current wife of Prince Charles. David Gilmour used to own a house in London that he sold to Earl Spencer, brother of Diana, Princess of Wales, the late wife of Prince Charles.

Blake ain’t no Gretzky


Leaf coach Paul Maurice said in an interview this morning that this year’s Leaf team is “the most talented team I’ve ever coached”. This is a guy that coached Carolina to the Stanley Cup final in 2001/02. Are Jason Blake and Vesa Toskala really that good? They are really the only changes to the team since last year, and last year, the Leafs didn’t make the playoffs.

I realize he doesn’t want to come out and say “this team won’t suck quite as much as last year”, but let’s not stretch things too far.

Interesting note: I originally spelled Gretzky wrong in the title, and Firefox flagged it as a misspelling. Then I corrected it, and the flag went away. This tells me that the word “Gretzky” is in Firefox’s dictionary.

classmates vs. facebook


I can’t remember who I was talking to about this the other day but we decided that the people at classmates.com are probably really P.O.’ed about this whole facebook thing. If you’ve never seen classmates.com, it’s a place where you can register yourself and all the schools you went to and when, and it can hook you up with classmates from those schools. It allows you to set up a profile, list your likes and dislikes and such, send and receive messages, all that kind of stuff. Very similar to facebook, but the difference is that classmates.com is not free. You can sign up for free, and people can see your entry, but if they want to actually contact you or read anything you’ve entered, they have to be a paid member. Similarly, if they send you a message, you have to be a paid member to read it.

I signed up with clasmates.com a bunch of years ago, just in case those people that teased me in high school were dying to look me up and apologize. I signed up with a free account, since it was not something that was important enough to me to warrant paying for. But everywhere you look, there are upgrade messages, and a bunch of things that you can’t do unless you upgrade. I just checked now, and two people have apparently viewed my profile and signed my guestbook, but it won’t let me see their names unless I upgrade for $39/year. Bite me.

Then along comes facebook.com, and does roughly the same thing but better and free. Now facebook is one of the most popular sites anywhere, while classmates.com continues to ask me for money. See that boat floating away from you, classmates.com? That’s facebook.com riding on a ship called “Opportunity”. Looks like you missed it.

9/11


I’m late with this one — I meant to do this yesterday, for obvious reasons. Yesterday was the 6th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, and I have to say I’m a little surprised how little was made of it. I expected to have memorials all over the place and articles written about it all over all the newswires, but I didn’t see much. What I did see written was not so much about the event itself or even the commemoration events, but the politics surrounding them.

Anyway, I’m sure that in years to come, it will be one of those “Do you remember where you were when…” moments. For me, some other such moments were the explosion of the Space Shuttle, the assassination attempt on President Reagan, and both times the Blue Jays won the World Series. On September 11, 2001 I was working from home because of a doctor’s appointment (allergist) in the afternoon. I was sitting in the kitchen when I got an email from a friend which said, in its entirety, “Check out cnn.com! Holy shit!” I tried to go to cnn.com, but the site was so bogged down that I couldn’t get there. On my news headlines home page, I saw the headline “Plane crashes into World Trade Center”, and I remember thinking that some idiot in an ultralight plane had been flying over Manhattan and clipped one of the towers. Maybe he’s dead and a couple of windows got broken. Jenny must have sent me the link because there’s some footage of the crash or something. Ten minutes or so later I tried cnn.com again, and still didn’t get anywhere, but that’s when I saw another headline: “Second plane hits World Trade Center”, and I distinctly remember the first thought that went through my head then: “Oh shit. One plane hitting the tower might be an accident, but there’s no way two is an accident.” I didn’t know at the time that it was passenger jets we were talking about, not little Cessna’s or anything, otherwise I wouldn’t have considered the possibility of an accident at all.

I ran and put the TV on, and sat with my computer in my lap for the rest of the morning. I remember that I was working on a new memory management system for SQL Anywhere clients, and that the project was eventually shelved. I remember calling my mother, who worked in an office building in Toronto, and she told me they were already sending everyone home. I remember hearing about the Pentagon attack and the fact that a fourth plane had gone down in a field, and thinking that the fourth one must have been bound for the White House. I remember going to the doctor’s appointment and everything seeming surreal, like now that this has happened, who cares what I’m allergic to? That evening, I went to get the tires rotated on my car, and I remember the guy at the counter writing the date on the bill: “September 11th. That’s a date we’re going to remember for a long time.” and all I could think to say was “Yeah.”

I don’t pretend to have followed all the politics afterwards. Everyone seems to be down on President Bush for going to war with Iraq under the guise of a “war on terror” when Iraq had nothing to do with 9/11. It seems fairly obvious to me what happened. Bush looked for Osama for a while and got nowhere, and got antsy about not making any progress, so he figured “Saddam is a bad dude, he hates us, he probably had a hand in this”, a belief that turned out to be wrong. But Saddam was a bad dude, and he did hate the US, so you can’t really fault W for believing it at the time. The problem was that he acted on that belief before confirming it. By the time they figured out that Iraq wasn’t involved and had no WMDs and such, it was too late to get out without admitting he was wrong, something that politicians in general and W in particular don’t seem all that good at. I heard the other day that a survey of civilians in Iraq shows that many of them are less happy now than they were when Saddam was in power. Considering the nasty things Saddam did, that’s saying something.

Oh crap — political content on my blog! Quick, must scramble to find something more in line with my blog’s usual content… Ummmm…. New iPod! It’s cool! Got lots of songs on it!

More names from the past


After thinking about Bob Layfield for the last few days, I thought about other people I used to work with, and googled a couple of them. Most of them I either couldn’t find, or found minimal information, but one turned up in a number of places: Alykhan Jetha (known as AJ) is the CEO of a company called Marketcircle, based in Toronto, which makes Mac software.

I don’t remember much about AJ. I worked with him at Comnetix for about a year, maybe a little longer, before he left. One thing I do remember — he was an Amway rep, and tried to get me into it as well. He invited me to lunch one day, saying he had a “business opportunity” for me. I had no idea what Amway was, but he gave me the whole dog-and-pony show. He told me that software development was what he enjoyed doing, and it paid the bills, but the Amway thing was going to make him rich. “In ten years,” he said, “I won’t need to work anymore.” Don’t know how well that worked out, AJ, since you’re still working. Then again, he’s CEO of a company that looks pretty successful, so I’d say he made a good decision or two somewhere along the line. Congratulations AJ!

I have been given the Amway spiel three times now, including once by a guy I didn’t know while in line at Harvey’s. My logic for saying no was that I did not go to university for 6 years, obtaining two degrees in computer science, to get rich selling toilet paper to my friends. That sounds snooty, and I suppose it is, but the real reason is that selling toilet paper and whatever other products they sell will not make you rich. The way you get rich with Amway is by selling the concept of Amway itself, and recruit people to be below you in the pyramid heirarchy. Then when they sell toilet paper to their friends, you get a cut. Do that enough times, and have some good sellers (or even better, more recruiters) below you, and you can make a bundle. Of course, I don’t actually believe in the concept of Amway (it’s just a legalized pyramid scheme that sells products to generate the income, rather than just having people “send $x to the person at the top of the list and then add your name to the end of the list”), so it would be hard for me to sell it, and I would make a lousy salesman anyway.

AJ is actually the second person I used to know who is an executive of a tech company. I first knew Cameron Ferroni through my buddy Jeff, since they were both engineers at UW. I remember thinking his girlfriend Gail was really cute, but way out of my league. Gail and I eventually became friends, and then she and Cameron broke up a couple of years later. A year or two after that, in 1992, she asked me out, we started dating, got married in 1995, had two kids, and are still happy together. After graduating, Cameron started working at Microsoft, where he worked on Windows for a while (writing some Winsock specifications that I’ve actually happened upon at work), and then basically invented the freakin’ Xbox and was General Manager of the entire Xbox software team. Now he’s also happily married and is CTO of a company called Marchex. Hey Cam, if you’re looking for your RAMPage rugby shirt, you left it at Gail’s place, and she gave it to me. I think I might still have it somewhere. Oh, and congratulations to you too!

Update: Forgot a couple: Crispin Cowan was a Ph.D. student at Western when I was there doing my Master’s. He was CTO of a company called Immunix until they were acquired by Novell. Don’t know if he’s still employed by Novell. I remember him describing hockey as a very stupid game, which was as exciting to watch as a packing peanut bouncing around in an air duct. Bastard.

Also forgot Brad Siim, another friend of Jeff’s from engineering. He was one of the founders of PixStream, a Waterloo company that was eventually bought by Cisco for many millions of dollars, making Brad very rich. He was also bored, apparently, since he left Cisco and went on to co-found another company called Sandvine, where he is now COO.