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Road Rash.
May 31st
I think I’ve finally found the perfect bike for me and hope to go and
buy it after work. News stories like this don’t have me rushing to
make a purchase: CBC News
A dozen Ottawa Bicycle Club members were cycling down Riverside Drive in June 2004 when a truck drove by the group, slowed
down, then clipped the lead rider.The lead rider suffered two broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder, and four others were injured.Richard Martin was found guilty in April of dangerous operation of a motor vehicle and for failing to remain at the scene of an accident after five people were injured in a cyclist pileup.
At Wednesday’s sentence hearing, his lawyer, Kimberley Pegg, argued that Martin had “no malevolence” when he sideswiped the cyclist.
During the court case, it came out that the driver, who was with his
son in the car, laughed the whole way home.
Two "firsts" tonight.
May 26th

First BBQ of the season and first mosquito of the season. I quickly remembered why I love the grill (and why I loath parasites).
I can remember the days in my Chesterville apartment where I would could cook as much I could (of every meal) on the BBQ. Went right through the winter some years too… mmmm, BBQ everything (except pasta and scones of course). Last year’s favorite was Kabobs, and I’m predicting they’ll be up there on my list of favorite BBQ food again this year as I perfect the best Kabob food combination: pepper, backbacon, onion, beef, onion, backbacon, pepper, ham, ‘shroom, beef, ‘shroom, ham, repeat.
Hello Labanda!
May 25th
I often admire Jordi Labanda‘s lifestyle illustrations when I stumble upon them on the ‘net or at a book store. It wasn’t until today, however, that I discovered his new clothing line has turned a few imaginative drawings into women’s wear. Some of the outfits are a bit strange, but I certainly do NOT have anything negative to say about the 2006 beachwear… !
Red Hot
May 20th
I am red.
I want a woman who is blue.
She’s convinced she must find someone blue.
So I paint myself blue.
We get along great!
(I’m such a refreshing change from all the blues she’s dated)
What happens when the paint wears off?
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Spent yesterday evening with some very cool friends and had some great conversation at their posh downtown flat. The above is an elaboration of Joe’s great analogy. To give it some context we were not discussing race, rather attitude, behaviour and grey hair.
May 18th
May 19th
Apparently today is the best day to change your life. Perhaps it is true! My day was spent participating in a planning and performance symposium (which is certain to propagate positive change within my organization [and along with it, my career]). That looks after changing the “Job” part of my life. Perhaps the trend will continue and some of the many other intricacies of life will sort themselves out in the next few days as I spend the long weekend with friends and family.
Bashing and Biking
May 10th
It bothers me that sometimes my dry sarcasm is wrongly interpreted as an atempt to cast aspersions, rather than a failed attempt at humor. Note to self: Stop attempting humor.
The past few weeks have been going great although bike shopping will come to an end as soon as I close a deal on a hybrid. frown (test driving was so much fun)
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Apr 27th
Generally I do not follow that whole “Step on a crack and break your mother’s back” doctrine; however, I did notice today that my strides are a perfect match for the side walk tiles on the McKenzie King Bridge beside the NAC and over the Canal. One step per tile, no more no less.
E for Effort.
Apr 26th
So Adbusters run a few different campaigns and I’ve been thinking about them quite a bit in a quest to inspect the “other side” of the coin. The first is their annual Buy Nothing Day in November. The second is an annual TV Turnoff Week that began on Monday.
My TV’s been off (and on) a few times since Monday and thinking back to years past (when I actually did unplug the tube for a week) it is obvious that somewhere along the line I missed the point. You see, with the TV off I would spend more time socializing with friends and/or going for coffee, going to a pub, dining, shopping or buying tickets for shows, museums, galleries or galas — something different each day.
“That’s great!” I would proudly proclaim… “I survived a whole week without watching the damn TV. Gold Star.”
I found it easier still to participate in Buy Nothing Day. I would just sit at home and watch TV for the day. No problem!
“That’s great!” I would proudly proclaim… “I survived a whole day without spending any money. Gold Star.”
Thinking about how keen I used to be to Buy Nothing and Turn Off TV makes me think about 21st Century Living:
Can you supersize ambition?
Does that make you ambitious if you supersize ambition?
Around here, our ambition hurts more than it helps
Around here our ambition throws an non-perishable item in a donation bin at Christmas
And it pats itself on the f’n back because it thinks it’s done something decent
Another click on the odometer of life…
Apr 20th
…well it’s about that time again, another few days and I’ll be a different age…
No one sits down with me to do a year-end review, and that’s almost too bad since 2005-06 was full of excitement & changes. I’m surprised that so much was accomplished in 365 days! Gold star.
Tonight was my first night attending the Spins and Needles craft night at a pub in the Glebe. It certainly won’t be my last. (Wish I had showed up last month for the munnies though)
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Apr 12th
Made the most of the nice weather after a great day at work. Left my winter coat in the office and I started walking… an hour-and-a-half later I was more than half way home. Cool.
Oh, and I saw actual fish in the Rideau Canal. They weren’t carp either! A good number of Bass and a few large perch were hanging out in front of a BeaverTail stand. In years gone by I’ve often seen people fishing along the canal and it made me wonder if there were any fish to be caught. Now I wonder if they were smart enough to use a Killaloe Sunrise as bait.
