Blessed by the Potato

London is fantastic for the number of parks and trails running through the city, especially those following the river. I’m pretty fortunate since my apartment building backs onto the river; well, it backs onto some forest, which in turn backs onto the river. Either way, it makes for some sweet walking/biking environs, and I’ve not been taking advantage of it nearly enough while I’ve lived here.

So now I’m making an effort to lose some weight and get in shape through the two basic, baby step approaches of:

1. eating less

2. exercising more

I’m taking it pretty slow (I just don’t have the willpower to go hungry at the moment, nor the energy to really work out), so with the nice weather I’ve made a point of going out for a walk almost daily. I took a slightly different route today, following the muddy path right along the edge of the water, instead of the nicely maintained paved one that’s set back a bit. On my walk, I ran into Christie, who settled herself into a neat little warren of fallen trees to curl up and read a book. She gave me permission to take a picture of her setup, but judging by the look on her face I think it was just because it was the fastest way she could think of to get me to stop bugging her and let her go back to her book. I won’t say exactly where along the path this keen little spot is, just in case I want to read a book there myself one day :)

There are a number of people I know who’ve gotten married recently, or who are planning on it in the near future. That, or they’re planning on moving out on their own. Either way, lots of people thinking about what to put in their new kitchens. One traditional thing (moreso for the people getting married than those moving out on their own) is to get some china with a pattern that they pick out together (read: that the bride and her mom pick out together). However, this isn’t a very useful tradition for most people: my own parents recently bought a new set of china because they realized that their wedding china was… hideous. Even with that, and with making a point of using their new china as often as they can — they still save it for special occassions, but use it for more of them, like thanksgiving, birthdays, tests, etc., instead of just christmas and easter — even with that, they still hardly ever use their china. Sometimes, they don’t realize until they’re halfway through a meal that they used the regular plates.

So why even bother? Aside from my parents, no one notices when we use the regular plates. It also saves a lot of attic space not having to store a bunch of barely-used plates alongside a dress that was only worn once. Perhaps most importantly, you just can’t beat the timeless solid white of Corelle plates. There are no patterns to form weird Rorsach patterns when food covers part of it, and no paint to slowly chip off with each use.

Yeah, I really like my Corelle plates. The best part about them is that I don’t need to constantly worry that I’m going to break them — I can actually use them. They are nearly indestructable, and that’s their big selling point. They’re not completely indestructable, as I have broken one since moving out here to the L-dot (and people are still amazed that I’ve managed to do that). Given how clumsy I am and how many other dishes I’ve broken over the years (particularly beakers in the lab… ugh), only having one broken bowl is a pretty big testament to their durability (and to give more credit to them, I dropped it from shoulder height with spin).

For those picking items for your wedding registry, it’s important to put some things on that people will want to buy for you, as well as what you want. Having a china pattern on record is nice, but most people I’ve talked to don’t want to be giving china, knowing that it will be used less than the 9th fondue set on the pile (a problem made worse if your pattern doesn’t have universal appeal so people wonder if a mistake was made). A good idea I saw recently was to put a bunch of board games on the registry (everyone needs a scrabble and monopoly, and not everyone has them yet). They’re reasonably priced for your poorer, younger friends, and fun to buy (rather than “hey, how’re you liking that toaster I got you?” … acutally, toasters can be sort of fun, but you get the idea.)

Full disclosure: this post was in no way supported by Corningware/Corelle or Parker Bros. games. However, it could be.

It’s amazing sometimes how much the river can flood in the springtime. Fortunately, this year I remembered to take some pictures of the difference. I didn’t manage to catch it quite at the peak (when they were paging people over the public address system at the hospital because the parking lot was flooding out), but I did get within about 2 days, so the water level is pretty high!

Here’s a pair of shots of the bike path running under the bridge onto campus:

And here’s a pair of the creek running behind my building (that during hot periods in the summer dries up completely):

I don’t know how fast the water rises once the snow melts and those ice dams are removed, but you can see why they always warn parents not to let their small children play near the creeks and rivers in the early spring. Not only does it flood out some of those paths, but the water moving down the river moves a lot faster, too.

Well, the curling season finished with a bang, as we came in 3rd place for the hospital bonspiel (of 10 teams in our division). The prize was a keen gym bag with this neat side pocket that allows you to expand the space inside. I’m not quite sure what to use it for though, since it doesn’t create enough room for something like a curling broom or hockey stick, but is more than you’d need for a pair of shoes. Despite the fact that it didn’t go so well this year (lots of absenteeism), I’m really excited for next year. It’s one sport that not only am I vaguely good at, but I’ve also managed to keep it up fairly regularly for a while now (unlike touch football or basketball, where I haven’t managed to get a game going for several years now).

I’ve been at a point lately where I’m really afraid I’ve run out of interesting things to say here; perhaps 3 entries a week was a pace too ambitious to maintain. It’s not that I’ve run out of things to say, it’s pretty obvious that I can just ramble on about any old thing to fill out at least three paragraphs. The problem is that I’m getting close to the point at which this no longer becomes interesting for anyone else to read. I couldn’t even come up with a good curling pun. While the blog format is great for being relatively unstructured and easy to fill in and publish content (easier than using notepad and HTML tags like I used to), it’s a little too easy at times. There’s no point in having it turn into a sort of private journal that just happens to be connected to the internet. Who — except the voyeurs who just want any old random peek into someone else’s daily life — would want to read that?

Anyhow, the last leg of thesis corrections is going pretty slowly, but I’ve still got a week (exactly!) to get it finished, print them all off, bind them nicely for the examiners, etc. I’m thinking of it like the bonspiel: we started off getting completely smoked in our first game. Then came on fairly strong in our second, and dominated the third as well, leading to a very respectable finish. Plus there were 3 games, and my stupid master’s has taken 3 years! Ok, I have to end this before Rez gets in my face about facile metaphors again.

There is a God or there isn’t, you can’t have it both ways.

I’ve heard this statement a few times recently. Something like it for the debate about Intelligent Design, which basically says that evolution did happen, but that it happened because a “Designer” was at work behind the scenes, and had nothing to do with mutations, heredity, or natural selection. This Designer, is of course, God for most (or aliens for some, or the Flying Sphagetti Monster and His Noodly Appendage for others). So they try to argue that their theories are science, but pretty much any theory that has at its core an appeal to faith and the Almighty is not really science. So, people immediately say “is it science, or is it god? You can’t have both…”

More recently, when watching Penn & Teller’s Bullshit episode on Alcoholics Anonymous, they said it in realtion to how that group is a religious one first, even though they try to put on secular airs at times. The show continued to blast them because of how businesses and courts forcing people to go there (rather than another type of alcohol treatment program) is equivalent to state-mandated religion.

I wonder though, does it have to be one or the other? What if God exists in a superposition of quantum states that aren’t collapsed until observed… at death.

An interesting idea, I think, though my quantum mechanics professor would probably lynch me for abusing the theory so much.

Of course, all that is just a fancy way of saying “there is no possible way to know until you can properly observe” and I’m postulating that such observation would occur at death. Maybe not such an interesting idea after all… or rather, maybe it’s interesting, but not much of a new idea.

I hate writing cover letters. Trying to sell yourself in three paragraphs, and professing your undying love for some job/scholarship/research project you’ve barely heard of is difficult at best, and that’s when it’s not ringing the “pants on fire” alarm bells in your head.

However, I think I’m getting fairly decent at it since I’ve had so much forced practice (writing not only my own, but also some for friends/coworkers). I find it easier to write them for other people, for a number of reasons. There’s less stress since I’m not personally involved (still plenty of stress, especially writing for someone where I really care whether or not they get the job, but not as paralyzing as when writing my own). It also involves more discussion back-and-forth by necessity, which can help hash out some of the details before putting fingers to keyboard. And finally, call it low self-esteem, protestant modesty, or whatever, but I have a lot more trouble promoting myself than I do a friend.

Some people definitely need help with their cover letters. For starters, you’ve got to realize that they are fairly important. Yes, some businesses don’t read them at all (and even say that ones sent will be thrown away, preferring stark forms alone), but most do read them, and pay rather close attention. Typos are caught, especially if they involve professional jargon, or words that were on the job posting. Depending on who you ask, formatting is least important, as long as the prose is professional and clear.

It seems ridiculous and perhaps wasteful at first, but you really do need to tailor your cover letter for each job that you’re applying to. If you’re a fresh graduate without many skills or life experience, it can be difficult to do this, since if you aim to sell about 3 points about yourself, you may only have a pool of 3 total. Nonetheless, your motivation statements can be modified for each new letter, even if your personal ones aren’t. A friend of Wayfare has been having trouble getting any interviews recently, despite being a very talented person who is a very hot commodity internally within the company. Turns out she’s been using the same fill-in-the-blanks cover letter for the last 4 years (not even updating it with a blurb about her current position!).

So, this has been a busy cover letter week for me, having hammered out two already, and another one to come tomorrow morning. Might as well make it a bit of a cover letter workshop then. I think it would be best to do so in the comments section, but if you’re not comfortable with that (or don’t want your copyrighted, guaranteed hire letter to get out into the ether) then feel free to email me. I know at least one of my friends needs help with hers, and given the number of people who seemed less than perfectly satisfied with their current jobs in previous comments, I suspect there may be a few of you out there updating your resumes and wondering what you should staple to the front of it.

The natural question to ask at this point is “why should the broke, technically jobless, and unemployable grad student be giving me advice about my cover letter?” to which I answer that first, even if I don’t apply for jobs with my cover letters, I do hammer out dozens of them every year for scholarships and grants. I also see a number from the other side, vetting potential undergrad lab monkeys assistants. Most impressive of all, I got my NSERC rejection letter today. I know what you’re thinking, getting rejected from NSERC doesn’t exactly inspire confidence. However, note that I got it today, today being late March. That means I made it to the final round (or the next-to-final round) — the writing of my application brought it to near the top of the dung heap, where it was only upon the very close examination of the final few applications that they realized I still haven’t finished my MSc and thus must suck and/or blow (or, perhaps more properly, don’t do enough of either; a third hypothesis holds that I’ve become too valuable to the daily functioning of the lab to risk graduating away, possessing numerous valuable and moreover, unique skills. Recent data has disproved this hypothesis, as weeks of severe illness went completely unnoticed by coworkers).

Before getting into the workshop, I will sing some high praises for your thesaurus. There are many beautiful, long, and confusing words in the English language, and it’s great fun to bandy them about with reckless abandon. Often, there are a number of near-synonyms that can be used with increasing degrees of exactness, and proper selection of these can get you places, cleverly stretching the truth in cases without necessarily fabricating statements from whole cloth. As much fun as big or obscure words are, it’s important not to indulge your logophilia too much; it’s important that your letter sound at least vaguely like yourself and more importantly, that the slope-skulled middle-management type who’ll be hiring you not feel like they’re being talked down to. For example, the humour on my site is biting, sarcastic, sardonic, hostile, cynical, and full of non sequiturs. These aren’t quite synonyms, but they’re related and all seem to describe the same thing (or a few related things). We’d probably want to pick just one word when describing it, and depending on who we were pitching the idea to we might pick a different one. If trying to sell some of it to a TV network that airs a lot of terrible reality TV, we might pick hostile and biting, perhaps throwing edgy in as well, since it’s a buzz-word amongst those types. A magazine editor might be more receptive to non sequiturs and sardonic, while an “alternative” web portal looking for cheap content might prefer sarcastic and cynical.

To take a real-world example, Wayfare says “I have also been responsible for a number of broader marketing initiatives, including designing an advertising layout, presentations, and in-store signage…” for a cover letter aimed at getting a job that involved getting information out to the public from time to time. This sentence makes it clear that she has experience making signs and giving presentations, and should have the required (rudimentary) layout skills. If she were instead to try to get a marketing job, she would probably blow this sentence up, naming programs used for creating those presentations and signs (powerpoint and photoshop, say), as well as possibly dropping the names of stores or magazines where these promotions ran. Likewise with web experience, if the job doesn’t require it simply stating “created and maintained a website…” can be enough to let them know you’ve done it, which often means you have enough knowledge for that position. Adding more, such as “created a website involving PHP, SQL, and Flash” makes it sound like you’re volunteering to redo the company website in your spare time if the job is for a non-web position. Likewise, you’ll need to specify those types of things if a job is largely focused on creating and managing web content (throwing something together in HTML and putting it on Geocrappies doesn’t quite cut it these days).

Anyway, leave some comments or send me an email, and let’s get a cover letter workshop week going!

I’m really sick of just about every site on the internet requiring free registration to do anything. Newspapers, podcasts, forums… what’s the point? They often say they won’t sell the information you give them, and that their “newsletters” are strictly opt-in (even if the checkbox does default to on). If that’s true, why bother? If you’re not selling the information, why not just let people surf the site without the annoying “register now!” requests, and just let those few who are actually interested in your newsletter sign up for it on their own? So knowing that they’re selling our information to spammers, we sign up with free throw-away addresses. Knowing that the addresses are useless, why bother with the forced registration?

Today was pretty bad. I decided to turn on the Penn Jilette Radio Show because I’ve heard some good things about it. And before it would let me listen to the broadcast, I had to fill out my name, email address, zip code, whether I had any hiring priviledges at my company, and how many people worked there. So I tried to put as little info in there as possible, and every time it would spit it back to me asking for more, and delete what I already had, so I had to do it all over… so annoying.

So for anyone that doesn’t already know about it, I’m going to plug BugMeNot. It’s great particularly for newspaper sites that require you to register before they let you read the articles. That can get really annoying, especially if it’s the kind where you have to wait for the email activation code to come, and by the time it does you forgot what story it was you wanted to read about.

And finally, since I can’t think of enough to pad this out to a full post (well, I can, but no one needs to know about my unnatural proclivity for staying in bed as long as humanly possible), here are some unusual alarm clocks.

Rogue waves are something of a nautical legend: recent recordings and sattelite imaging have shown that though rare, they do exist. For a long time, their existence was not quite as assured, although their possibility remained a very serious threat to ships. They could form at random, a towering wall of water slamming into a ship on an otherwise calm day. If the ship avoided sinking entirely, then there was still a good possibility that unprepared sailors on deck would have been washed overboard.

There are a number of theories as to how they might form, including focusing effects of various shorelines and underwater ridges, as well as simple non-linear interactions between waves, leading to occasional “spikes” — a summation of the energy of a number of adjacent waves into one large one before separating again. While large in magnitude, they are rare and tend to be very short-lived (which is why few of them manage to break on the shore where most observers are most of the time).

While not anywhere near as large as those seen on the ocean, we did run into a rogue wave once on the lake by the cottage. On a reasonably calm afternoon, the lake rocking by maybe 20 cm, we were out in our old boat, a ~14′, 4-person jetboat. All of a sudden, we hit a wave that was more like 2 m (6 ‘) high. Fortunately, nobody was thrown overboard, but it did kill the engine and had us really shaken for a while. We believe that one was caused by the wake of a lake freighter that had passed some time ago; it’s hard to say how long those wakes propagate.

On another occasion, while on the scuba trip to Jamaica in high school, we were on the boat returning from our night dive. Suddenly, we hit something and the boat tilted 45° or more, and came almost instantly to a stop. We didn’t lose any students (who managed to hold on to their seats), but one of the crewmembers who was standing got thrown overboard, as did most of the creatures we had collected to study (which were residing in buckets in the centre of the deck). We never quite figured out exactly what caused the mishap, but it was immortalized on the shirts we had printed afterwards. My theory is that the pilot missed the channel back into the lagoon and we hit the reef at full speed; many others hold that it was a rogue wave.

Today, as things are finally starting to settle back to some semblance of normalacy in my life (though to be honest, I doubt I’d recognize normal if I saw it now), I was hit with a rogue wave. After months of delays, I have finally completed my thesis (though it still isn’t perfected, the last few change requests have been more about formatting than content), and the graduate office is busy contacting examiners to find an exam date for me. I took some time to get some other much-procrastinated work done (my OGSST application, plus some software installation for the new imaging analysis box), when out of no where the other member of my committee walks in and says we have to meet tomorrow: there are major problems with my thesis that we need to talk about.

Someone throw me a line, I think I’m drowning.

Well, looks like the brief bout of spring weather yesterday was too good to be true, and the snow has come back today. Pity, I liked romping about in a T-shirt.

I got a flier in my mail today for Cousin Vinny’s pizza. On the back, there’s an ad for a $6 large pizza for students (pick-up only). That’s a pretty good deal anywhere, and Cousin Vinny’s pizza is pretty edible here (nice, thick crust, but they’re usually too light on cheese). However, I got virtually the same flier last month and when I went in to take advantage of the deal, they said it was a mistake, and the deal was for a $6 medium pizza. We negotiated on an $8 large, which still isn’t a bad price. Getting the same ad is probably just a result of having them print several months’ worth at once, but it still irks me a bit: it seems a lot like bait & switch. Last time I was there, they didn’t even have a notice in the window or anything about the error, and in fact there were copies of the flier by the cash.

I haven’t brushed up on the law, but I’m pretty sure bait & switch is illegal, as are several other forms of misleading advertising. In practice, I don’t really care all that much, as it’s a pain to file a complaint with the government and all that jazz. Plus, typos do happen, and it’s not reasonable to expect a company to honour a misprint in an ad just to go bankrupt in the process. To my mind, it’s not really all that different than having Cineplex sell you 2-for-1 movie passes that can only be used on mondays, wednesdays, and thursdays (but not for matinees) and only for movies that have been out for 4 weeks or more (if there are any movies left these days that have legs like that). They both lure you in with the idea of a deal that you’ll never reasonably get. But they’ve got to make some steps towards not looking like they’re purposefully trying to deceive. A notice in the window, or a sticker with the proper price on the next round of fliers would be a start. The movie passes at least do have the fine print (oh, how I loathe the fine print).

As long as I’m thinking of pizza places not giving me advertised deals, I’m getting really fed up with just about every pizza place I know not giving walk-in specials to phoned-in orders. It’s really convenient to be able to call in your order as you’re leaving work, having it come out of the oven just as you get there, and then going home to eat. But depending on the current specials, you might pay as much as $5 more for the priviledge of phoning in vs. ordering in person and waiting. I know some of the places like Pizza Pizza have ginormous centralized ordering facilities (seeing as how they have to ask what city you’re in, they presumably serve several). Despite that however, they seem to have the same walk-in specials at every one from Toronto to London anyway, so that potential excuse doesn’t hold much water. Even if the pricing was different from store to store, you’d think their new computer terminals could manage it (even if they can’t always figure out how to get you a plain cheese pizza — more than once they’ve just plugged in a pepperoni pizza for me, then scratched off pepperoni on the printout).

Here’s a bit of humour for you, since the site has been decidedly too serious for the last little while. None of this is mine.

The Free Cornish Army

15 Reasons to Date a Geek (original author unknown)

In the wide world of dating, there are many options. Do you go for the flashy guy with the smooth smile, or the dude in the corner typing away on his laptop? The following are reasons why I think my fellow females should pay more attention to the quiet geeks and nerds, and less attention to the flashy boys.

1.) While geeks and nerds may be awkward, they’re well-meaning 9 out of 10 times. That smooth dude with the sly grin and the spider hands? Wonder what HIS intentions are… plus, I’ve never had a geek guy not call me when he said he would. Score major points THERE.

2.) They’re useful. In this tech-savvy world, it’s great to have a b/f who can make your laptop, desktop, and just about anything else that plugs into a wall behave itself.

3.) They’re more romantic than they’re given credit for. Ok true, their idea of romance might be to make up a spiffy web-page with all the reasons why they love you, with links to pics of you and sonnets and such… but hey. It lasts longer than flowers, plus you can show your friends.

4.) Due to their neglected status, there are plenty to choose from. You like ‘em tall and slender? There are plenty of geeks/nerds who are. You like ‘em smaller with more meat on their bones? Got that too.

5.) They’ve got brains. Come on now, how can intelligence be a bad thing?

6.) Most are quite good at remembering dates. Like birthdates and such, especially if they know it’ll make you happy. Due again to their neglected status, they’re more attentive than guys who “have more options”. Plus, with all that down time without a steady girlfriend, they’ll likely have mental lists of all the things they’d love to do once they GOT a girlfriend. [editor’s note: this one is probably the least true: geeks often seem lost in their own timeless world and have no idea that a birthday is let alone when it might fall]

7.) Sex. Yep. Sex. I’m not really familiar with this myself, but I’ve friends who’ve been intimate with geek guys and it’s raves all around. They say a virgin wrote the Kama Sutra… all that time thinking about sex, imagining sex, dreaming about sex, (they are male after all) coupled with a desire to make you happy? Use your imagination.

8.) They’re relatively low-maintenance. Most can be fueled on pizza, Twinkies and Mt Dew. No complicated dinners needed here, so if you’re not the best cook, eh. Can you order a pizza? [editor’s note: also, since many are nocturnal at least part of the year, and have been since they were young, they haven’t had mommy cooking for them all their lives, and can likely cook for themselves and you]

9.) Most frequent bars as often as slugs frequent salt mines. You won’t have to worry much about your geek guy getting his “groove” on with club hotties because, frankly, he’ll be too busy rooting around under his computer wondering where that spare cable went. You won’t have to worry about him flirting with other women because, 9 out of 10 times, he’ll zip right by them in a perfect b-line towards the nearest electronics store. I’ve seen this happen.
Me: “Eww. Victoria Secret’s Models… They’re so skinny. How is that feminine? You can see her ribs!”
Geek Guy: “ooooooo…”
Me: “Hey!” *notices he is staring lustfully towards the computer store*
Geek Guy: “What?”
Me: “Never mind…”

10.) Although he may not want to go to every outing with you, you can arrange swaps, as in, you’ll go to his Gamer Con dressed as an elf princess if he’ll take you to the ballet. Plus, if he doesn’t want to go someplace with you, you won’t have to worry much about what he’s up to. You’ll probably come home to find him asleep on his keyboard in a sea of Mt. Dew cans with code blinking from the screen. It’s ok. He’s used to this. Just toss a blanket over him and turn out the light.

11.) His friends aren’t jerks. I can’t stress this enough. You’ll more likely get “Omg! A GIRL!! Can I see?!” than “Hey hot stuff back that ass up here and let me get some grub on…” They’re awkward geeks too and will, 9 times out of 10, treat you with the utmost respect and, more than likely, a note of awe. A cute girl picked one of their clan to date? It could happen to them! Hope! Drag some of your single girlfriends over, open up a pack of Mt. Dew, crack open the DnD set and get working. Nothing impresses geek guys more than a girl who can hack-n-slash (well ok maybe if she can code… a geek can dream).

12.) They’re rarely if ever possessive. They trust you, so you can be yourself around them. You like to walk around the house in a ratty t-shirt for comfort? He won’t care. He does too! They won’t get pissy if you don’t wear make-up or don’t want to bother primping your hair. If you gain a few pounds, they won’t try their best to make you feel like crap. [editor’s note: this point is true, but I don’t think possessive is the word the original author meant, since geeks can be very possessive…]

13.) They’re usually very well educated. Physics majors and the like. See #5. You won’t have to listen to him blathering on about his car (ok maybe a little), he’ll have loads of other interesting things to talk about. Politics, world events, how much the chicken burgers down at the local place
rock, so long as you douse them in hot sauce…

14.) You’ll almost never have to hear, “Yaw dawg whazzap!!” plop out of their mouths. Unless it’s in jest. They spell properly, use correct punctuation, and are able to tell the difference between the toilet and the floor. They almost never get “wasted”, so you won’t have to worry about coming home to find him and his friends passed out on the floor amidst a pile of beer bottles. Mt. Dew cans, perhaps…

15.) And the final reason why geeks and nerds make great boyfriends: They actually give a damn about you. Not how you look (though that’s a plus), not how skinny you are, not how much make-up you primp yourself up with, but they like you for you. That kind of thing lasts longer than “DaMN baby you got a fine ass!!!” Believe me.

I have to step in and add one last important point:

16.) They don’t watch sports, at least not religiously. This will make scheduling almost anything easier, and free up the TV for watching anything else.