A dad’s frame of reference

My view of popular culture has definitely skewed since having kids.

The other day we did the CrossFit WOD Jeremy (21-15-9 overhead squats and burpees) and my coach said “if this goes bad, I’ve got the perfect song queued up.”

Of course, he meant this:

http://youtu.be/MS91knuzoOA

But I thought he meant this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ut9_nhyTlkc

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Mars will be populated by jerks

I saw a few headlines in print yesterday about some large quantity of people applying to colonize Mars.  I was out for most of the day, and off the Twitter for much of that, so I never actually read the articles, and if I went to find a link to one or two of them, well, that’d just slow down the whole writing process, wouldn’t it?  Possibly through the application of actual facts.

But the premise is pretty easy to grasp.  There are a lot of people who claim they want to move to Mars, and we’re not at a point where you can just wake up and say “hey honey, pack a bag, I think we’re moving” (I think we’re still at a point where that conversation is dangerous even with the destination still being on Earth, and even with that conversation being about a new breakfast location.)  So there’s an application process, which means that someone, or probably a group of people, will have to judge the applicants.

And that’s where things will start to fall apart.  I’m going to make a few guesses here.  The people making the decisions will be attached in some way to the Mars program, and even if they’re not super-uber-geeks, they were brought onto a team of literal, actual, non-figurative rocket scientists, so there had to be some affinity there.

And if I was a rocket scientist, I would have had to have some extensive training, probably more than a home study kit of 7 DVDs, and I would have had to make sacrifices to get to where I was, and some choices about social interaction would have been made.

I’m also assuming, for no real reason, that the people making the decision won’t be going to Mars.  Because if they were, it breaks my whole theory, but also, because I need a real reason to hide that transparency I just shared with you, let’s say that they need to heroically stay on Earth to keep judging applications.  You can’t telecommute for that job, seriously.  Have you been to the Starbucks on Mars?  The wifi sucks.

SO, winding this up, if you had the job of choosing a group of people who you’d never see again, what would you do?  Would you pick the ones who were more like you, who you think you’d get along with?  Or would you choose to send the people you really didn’t like off to another planet?

Yeah, me too.

Britain sent a lot of their prisoners to Australian penal colonies once upon a time, but despite what you may have heard, that continent actually had more immigrants than prisoners move in over that period. And 150 years later everything turned out OK, despite the fact that I recently learned pumpkin pie isn’t really a thing there.  I’m not sure how long it’ll take Mars to settle out with my population projections.

Photo: NASA

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I’m surrounded by the Danger Zone

One of the many underrated perks to living downtown is the availability of construction sites pretty much everywhere.  I don’t know the construction-to-Starbucks ratio, but we have a lot of Starbucks, and I’m pretty sure we have more construction.  And sure, it means noise, closed streets and sidewalks, and other inconveniences, but you gain the advantage of clearly identified dangers!

I don’t know when it started, but at some point construction companies started giving names to their dangers instead of just using generic “Danger Keep Out” signs.  So you get lots of stuff like this from the fine folks at Safety Media:

And you can write whatever you want in there!  And many people do. But this isn’t about them, it’s about me, me, me, because I have a camera.

Today it’s all about holes.  Because holes are dangerous.  Especially when they’re called “excavations”

Of course, some people might not know what an “excavation” is, especially when they’re distracted by the big gaping hole, so the site this picture was taken from was helpfully bilingual:

Sometimes these signs are a little more descriptive.  Perhaps too descriptive:

Note that there were no holes or excavations in sight, so I can only assume they were talking about the out house. Yep, that’s a danger zone.

My personal favourite though is one near my house, which never stops making me smile:

Sure, I may be only 12 years old in a lot of ways, but hey, at least I’m safe from the dangers!

Weightlifting in… Kensington Market?

The last time I walked through Toronto’s Kensington Market I got to see a group of six or so guys playing hackey sack in the middle of the street, with all of them drinking from tall boys of beer.  It’s that kind of place and you don’t have to walk very far to get a whiff of pot.

I can’t describe it much better than “it’s that kind of place,” but it’s definitely not the area where I’d expect to see, oh, Olympic-style weightlifting.

I was out of town this weekend, but that’s exactly what people got to see on Sunday:

Photo by mynameisdan. Click here to see the whole album.

As he explained on reddit, the event was put on by the U of T Weightlifting Club with assistance of friends at UTM, Quantum Crossfit, Variety Village, and the McMaster Weightlifting club, and they hope to do another one soon.

There’ve been a number of battles in the past over larger corporations trying (and generally failing) to establish a footprint in Kensington, but hopefully the lifters can coexist with the hippies and anarchists I generally associate with the area, because I’d love to see more of this!

(Especially in that location, which looks to be just down the street from Hot Beans!  Nothing like looking at people lift double or triple what I can while I eat a burrito, it really saves me the trouble of wondering why they’re so much stronger…)

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Also the sky is blue unless it’s at night or cloudy

Spotted on the way to an appointment in the PATH on one of those newsfeed/ad TV serving things: “Study: degrees in some fields have more value than others” (roughly paraphrased because I don’t have a degree in memory.) And by value, they mean income potential, of course. Because news cycle.

My first reaction was the incredible hope that the study was from academia and was funded by some government agency or another, because what kind of field day could I have with that?  (Answer: a great big one.) But no, after tracking it down [PDF] I found out it was from CIBC World Markets.  Oddly, they didn’t position it as a recruiting tool with economics being the most valuable field of study of them all (that nod went to engineering.)

The overall theme is something like “these darned kids will never learn, they keep going into fields where there aren’t hot job markets” and they wait until the second last paragraph to ponder why that might be:

[quote]Differences in intrinsic traits such as ability and motivation could be a driver. As well, the joy of learning a less-technical subject, rather than a focus on potential future earnings, could be driving the continual increase in students of relatively low-paying fields of  study.[/quote]

Imagine that: it’s possible, just maybe, that not everyone can do engineering, and some people actually don’t want to in the first place!

Not that I’m one to talk.  Despite taking an economics course in my undergrad and doing not-terrible at it (by my definition at the time, which was not failing,) I had a joke I used with my business student friends at the time who were baffled that the computer guy was doing better than some of them (my, what low standards we had for ourselves!) and that was this: to pass economics 101, when unsure of the answer one should pick the option that made the least sense.  And I wasn’t really kidding.

So kudos to the economics team at CIBC, and on those days where you’re sitting in your cubicle thinking about how you’d give it all up to learn pottery, if only it wasn’t too late, remember this: you make way better charts and graphs than I do.

Anyway, it’s a bit of a bummer that the ultimate problem identified in the paper is the lack of skilled workers for many of the jobs requiring higher-income fields of study (because not enough arts students are switching majors) and not the lack of opportunities for people who opt for “less lucrative” courseloads.  Students, regardless of their chosen specialty, really need to get better at marketing themselves, and if we can improve those job prospects, working with the skills we have, the overall economy is bound to improve.  Or maybe not – that’s just the options that makes sense to me.

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Developing your child’s interests

When The Eldest was born, he had this thing where he wouldn’t sleep if he wasn’t in someone’s arms, or alternatively, we had this thing where we didn’t know how to put down a baby, but in any event, there was a period of several weeks where Not A Lot Got Done due to a combination of zero energy and zero free hands.

At the time, we had cable, so TV was Consumed.  We didn’t have a fancy-pants digital media setup at that time, just cable, so the TV that was Consumed was whatever the network was throwing at us, which wasn’t always (or often) of our choosing.  Especially during the daytime.

Yep, daytime TV.  And plenty of it.

And that’s the excessive preamble that I promise will eventually tie back to The Eldest, but mostly it tries to explain why I was watching Ellen one day.

On this particular episode of Ellen, which is the only one I remember, which doesn’t mean that I didn’t watch any others, or that the others were forgettable, but I will concede that many episodes may have congealed in my mind into one massive talk show that lasted 39 hours, and (pay attention!) on this episode, there was a guy playing ping pong.  There was a girl playing too; she was from China and really young and really good, but the guy is who stuck in my memory because he was on some kind of American Ping Pong Team, and he said something that made An Impression.

He’d been playing ping pong since he was two years old.

As I write this, The Eldest is three, so I guess he won’t be on Ellen for ping pong, but what struck me on that day was that this guy’s parents must have recognized some kind of aptitude/interest and did everything they could to foster it.  Or, maybe it was one of those things where his grandfather was a champion ping ponger, his father the same, and he had better learn to like it.  But I prefer the former.

And ever since, I’ve paid close attention to The Eldest’s activities (and now The Youngest’s as well) to see if any patterns are emerging that could be Aggressively Fostered.

And that day has come.

My eldest boy has what it takes to be a competitive Easter egg finder.

Easter was months ago, but he still has his basket of plastic eggs that he demands we hide around the house.  And he’s really good it it too. I mean, sure, we’re not burying the eggs in the yard or anything, but I’d hazard a guess that he’s finding them at a four year old’s level, at least.

Hiding the eggs is another story, unfortunately.  He has this habit of talking about where he puts them, and when it’s my turn to find them it’s more of a tour where he takes me to each location.  And there was that one time where I was sitting on the couch with my eyes closed and he hid an egg on my lap.  Which, to be fair, is the last place I would have looked, but his talking gave it away.

I don’t know about any venues for a competitive Easter Egg hunter, but my job is a parent is to make his dreams become reality with a minimum of tedious research, so my path is clear: in addition to helping him with his training, I need to start lobbying the International Olympic Committee to make this thing into a recognized, medal-winning sport (failing that I guess I can go to the Nobel people.)

The trick will be to have a hand in defining the rules so that competition-grade eggs happen to be the same plastic shells he’s already using, because then he’ll have the edge of experience and I won’t have to buy more crap, and I’ll also need to ensure that “finding” is in a totally separate category than “hiding.”  Because let’s be honest, most of my job is observing and helping aptitudes develop, but that also means setting things up so he can play to his strengths and not his weaknesses (though he’s welcome to prove me wrong.)

 

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Screw you, alchemists!

Found at a jewelry shop near Dundas and Something:

Now, unless the alchemists have finally sorted it out and come up with a way to make new gold instead of just using the stuff that’s in the ground, I’m pretty sure all gold is old gold.  And I’m guessing the store would buy any gold you brought in (unless it was crazy Cash For Gold troll gold) so it’s not really a problem, more of a marketing thing to spur thoughts of “old” gold sitting around in dressers, unused and ready for a payoff, but still, the scientist in me couldn’t resist.

MP3s… by mail

On the way home this weekend, Ange spotted a posted for some band that had a new CD, and I forget who the band was, not necessarily because they were forgettable, but because the packaging clearly was going after a market that I’m too damned old for (at least visually. I’m sure I’ll get their songs in my head if they make it onto Siruis Hits 1, because I love what I do so much that I listen to top 40 music non-stop to dull the delight enough that I’ll actually go home to the family at the end of a day’s work.)

“What’s that about?” she asked, possibly because she was feeling the same way (without the questionable benefits of a top 40 firehose.)

Never wanting to say a simple “I don’t know” when I could make a (usually bad) joke, I hopped onto the fact that the poster was for HMV, and figured this would be good practice for one day when I tell the boys how music used to work:

“Oh, HMV? It’s like this music store, but instead of going to a website, you go to this physical place, like a grocery store, and you buy these plastic discs, that work kind of like download coupons, except when you get home you transfer the audio from the disc into your computer instead of typing in the code and downloading it.”

Badump-bump, yeah, funny, and we moved on.

Until LATER THAT SAME DAY when I went to the grocery store (which is kind of like an HMV but they sell food and food accessories) and noticed Pringles was having a promotion (the reasons for looking at Pringles is a whole post-level aside that I’ll skip for now.)

“Buy a can of Pringles and get 3 free MP3s”

OK, companies are still doing the “free music with purchase” thing? It’s kind of 2005-ish, but I guess 3 tracks for a $2.50 product purchase is an interesting statement on the value of entertainment, whatever, and I filed it all away for future knowledge.

Until I noticed the terms.

To get these three tracks, you have to mail in a receipt.  In the physical mail.  And not a proof of purchase like in the days of old, an actual receipt from the grocery store, with the Pringles item circled.

If you do that (combined with the order form, which has those cool little boxes per letter,) you’ll get the download codes, but via email.  Assuming you’re one of the first 25,000 people to go through this (better hurry!)

Is this a hipster thing?

I can’t tell if the music is from iTunes or a specialized store, or if it’s from a list of top tracks, or if everyone gets the same MP3s, but if I were Pringles, I’d go full ridiculous.

(I know, but I can’t bring myself to use the original dialogue…)

After you mail the info over to them, why don’t they send a cassette tape back?  I’d suggest an 8-track but I’m sure they want to save on postage.

I haven’t sent in my info, but that’s because if I have to send in a full receipt, I assume it’s so some newfangled data scientist wannabe hopes to find a correlation between Pringles and whatever else is on the receipt, so yes, I want to skew the data. Does anyone know a good porn or small engine repair shop (ideally both) in Toronto that sells Pringles?

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Tree ownership is a huge responsibility

Of course, every month you’ll be like, “why am I paying this guy’s tree mortgage? I’d totally buy my own tree and start building assets if I could just get the down payment together.  Meh, with the way the market’s going, maybe I should wait a bit anyway.”

Product placement and futuristic interfaces

A few years back, I noted the rules of product placement when your mobile phone is being used to make bombs.  Last night I was watching Arrow and saw a not-so-inconspicuous use of the Microsoft Surface tablet.  This one’s win-win:

For Microsoft, they get some exposure.  Well, kind of, because…

For the TV show, they get a futuristic touch screen interface that most people have never seen, without having spend any money inventing it (and in fact, I’m assuming, getting paid for it.)

I’ll admit, I was tempted by the Surface Pro, though in the end it didn’t do enough that my MacBook Air with VMWare Fusion couldn’t do (the review on Penny Arcade was epic, but I had to remind myself that I don’t draw.)  Knowing I could use it to fight crime was a minor swaying point, but what pulled me the other way was the idea that the install base is so low* that it might as well be a fictional device.

Because here’s the thing: does showcasing a product on a show about a guy who fights crime with a bow and arrow make it more legitimate, or simply more fanciful?

 

400K in the first month isn’t terrible, but I don’t know if it’s the start or end of a trend.

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