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Epiphanous
Jan. 6th, 2006 11:29 pm
High temp today, here: -5. Dewpoint then: -10. High dewpoint: -10.
High temp today in TO: -5. Dewpoint then: -11. High dewpoint: -10.
Low temp today on the balcony: -9.9. High: -4.3. Current: -6.8; 79% RH.
We now return to our regularly scheduled winter. Blue sky this morning for the first time since before Christmas, seems like; lake effect flurries kicking around this afternoon. The Weather Network suggests near-record highs by the end of next week, though. Accuweather is more conservative, and looks for a cold snap the following week. Environment Canada stands by its position that anything beyond five days is a load of crap. Which is about right.
I now own the word "be".
I think I'm going to put my name in the queue to buy Tony Fernandez, just to get rid of that ridiculous, plainly prejudiced comment. The guy had eight seasons with more walks than strikeouts!
The important thing about Tony Fernandez is, of course, that he did not play beisbol for the Blue Jays: he played beisbol for the glory of God.
I seem to be in one of those periods of continual inconsequential near-disasters. Thought I'd done the one thing I've always dreaded doing as a TA: lost an exam, before marking it. Life has seemed a lot better all around since that turned out not to be the case. Forgot to take a stapler to WLU today to staple my CSCP submission, scounged up only one of two needed paperclips in my backpack--and then I thought, I bet there's a paperclip on the floor here somewhere, and barely finished the thought when I'd spied a paperclip lying on the floor.
Meant to register to vote at the table they'd set up at WLU--got in line, and discovered I'd folded up and stuffed the wrong half of my phone bill--the half without our address on it--into my wallet. Which was crushing insofar as it indicated how completely brain-dead I had to be to fold up and stuff the wrong half of my phone bill into my wallet. It was also before I found out that I had not, in fact, lost an exam before marking it.
It was, however, completely inconsequential insofar as it is a little-known well-known fact that, in Canada, you can register on election day, at the polling place, with only some official ID and a piece of mail with your address on it--or by swearing an oath that you are who you say you are, and live where you say you live. I imagine this boggles you Merkins out there. It certainly says something about the political culture in Canada. I'd be surprised, though, if it's still the case ten or twenty years from now, maybe sooner (maybe at the same time we go to fixed election dates, which, incidentally, is another reason I'm reluctant to vote Green this time around). It's already described matter-of-factly, in the Star, as a "flaw".
Which certainly says something about how the political culture in Canada is changing. I'm not sure there has ever been such an ideological gulf between the top two federal parties as there has been since the Albertans ate the PCs. It has made elections into the kind of existential crises that American elections generally seem to be. (Whereas Canadian elections have always been mostly about who's more trustworthy, who's the better manager, and so forth. People still do talk that way about elections in Canada, and it seems idiotic and dangerous when they do, but the fact that people have mostly stopped actually thinking that way shows up in how little movement there's been in the polls since the Albertans ate the PCs, despite the manifold sins of the Natural Governing Party. The Clark or Mulroney Tories would be crushing them in this election. Hell, Robert Stanfield must be looking down thinking, "Why couldn't I have had these guys to run against?") Which makes the stakes high enough, relative to the value of the game itself, that cheating becomes a live possibility, maybe.
So, now, Epiphany: three job deadlines, five conference deadlines, three scheduled journal submissions. (And, maybe, Ibsen, which still hasn't happened.) First up: CPA, Monday, and the paper on bad faith and moral luck which has net yet begun to exist. Which is somewhere in the neighbourhood of bad faith, but closer to hubris.
High temp today in TO: -5. Dewpoint then: -11. High dewpoint: -10.
Low temp today on the balcony: -9.9. High: -4.3. Current: -6.8; 79% RH.
We now return to our regularly scheduled winter. Blue sky this morning for the first time since before Christmas, seems like; lake effect flurries kicking around this afternoon. The Weather Network suggests near-record highs by the end of next week, though. Accuweather is more conservative, and looks for a cold snap the following week. Environment Canada stands by its position that anything beyond five days is a load of crap. Which is about right.
I now own the word "be".
I think I'm going to put my name in the queue to buy Tony Fernandez, just to get rid of that ridiculous, plainly prejudiced comment. The guy had eight seasons with more walks than strikeouts!
The important thing about Tony Fernandez is, of course, that he did not play beisbol for the Blue Jays: he played beisbol for the glory of God.
I seem to be in one of those periods of continual inconsequential near-disasters. Thought I'd done the one thing I've always dreaded doing as a TA: lost an exam, before marking it. Life has seemed a lot better all around since that turned out not to be the case. Forgot to take a stapler to WLU today to staple my CSCP submission, scounged up only one of two needed paperclips in my backpack--and then I thought, I bet there's a paperclip on the floor here somewhere, and barely finished the thought when I'd spied a paperclip lying on the floor.
Meant to register to vote at the table they'd set up at WLU--got in line, and discovered I'd folded up and stuffed the wrong half of my phone bill--the half without our address on it--into my wallet. Which was crushing insofar as it indicated how completely brain-dead I had to be to fold up and stuff the wrong half of my phone bill into my wallet. It was also before I found out that I had not, in fact, lost an exam before marking it.
It was, however, completely inconsequential insofar as it is a little-known well-known fact that, in Canada, you can register on election day, at the polling place, with only some official ID and a piece of mail with your address on it--or by swearing an oath that you are who you say you are, and live where you say you live. I imagine this boggles you Merkins out there. It certainly says something about the political culture in Canada. I'd be surprised, though, if it's still the case ten or twenty years from now, maybe sooner (maybe at the same time we go to fixed election dates, which, incidentally, is another reason I'm reluctant to vote Green this time around). It's already described matter-of-factly, in the Star, as a "flaw".
Which certainly says something about how the political culture in Canada is changing. I'm not sure there has ever been such an ideological gulf between the top two federal parties as there has been since the Albertans ate the PCs. It has made elections into the kind of existential crises that American elections generally seem to be. (Whereas Canadian elections have always been mostly about who's more trustworthy, who's the better manager, and so forth. People still do talk that way about elections in Canada, and it seems idiotic and dangerous when they do, but the fact that people have mostly stopped actually thinking that way shows up in how little movement there's been in the polls since the Albertans ate the PCs, despite the manifold sins of the Natural Governing Party. The Clark or Mulroney Tories would be crushing them in this election. Hell, Robert Stanfield must be looking down thinking, "Why couldn't I have had these guys to run against?") Which makes the stakes high enough, relative to the value of the game itself, that cheating becomes a live possibility, maybe.
So, now, Epiphany: three job deadlines, five conference deadlines, three scheduled journal submissions. (And, maybe, Ibsen, which still hasn't happened.) First up: CPA, Monday, and the paper on bad faith and moral luck which has net yet begun to exist. Which is somewhere in the neighbourhood of bad faith, but closer to hubris.
