Thursday, July 28, 2005

Window Cube, My Window Cube

Yes, I have graduated to the window cube. Not only do I get a window that looks down at Water Street, but it's bigger than my old cube. Now I get to watch what the two people in front of me are doing.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Science and Smoke

You'll notice that I'm on my second book of the week. Already finished up Harry Potter. No spoilers here, but I was a little disappointed in the quality of the writing. The story is still solid, but this book felt like filler and the end wasn't that dramatic. It was more of a "That's it? That's how it ends?" type of ending.

Freakonomics won't stay on the list for long. I started it today and have only read it on the train to and from work and I'm already half done. Very well written. Engaging style. Great questions. Great anecdotes. Questionable science. If you read it and judging by its sales, you probably have, don't take what Levitt has written as 100% fact. If I hear one more person tell me why the crime rate dropped, I'm throwing something.

Running, something I haven't written about in a while. I'm up to 15 miles a week. I'm slow as hell, but my knees don't hurt that badly anymore. On a 4 miler yesterday, I was struggling to run a 7:30 mile. It's tough being the slow kid. We're in a new ward and my bishop is an ultra-marathoner that routinely runs sub-3 hour marathons. Did I tell you he's in his mid-50s, has six kids, and practices international law? Not sure where he gets the time to train, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm going to smoke him when we race in the fall.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

If This Guy

doesn't stop smacking his lips, I'm going to have to open a can. Who chews with their mouth open? Who chews with their mouth open at work? Who chews with their mouth open at work, making horrible sounds for hours at a time? He's going down.

This is what 94 degree heat with 90% humidity does to a man. It unleashes the inner animal.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005


New York never ceases to surprise me. Actually, let me take that back. The surprises have ceased being surprises. One fine summer afternoon I walked outside and wasn't surprised at being surprised to see this.

My first thought was, "How am I going to make it across the street to Mr. Softie for my afternoon butterscotch sundae with these cowgirls and horses (the Calgary Stampeders) blocking the sidewalk?" Once I discover my path, it is only then that I say to myself, "You know, 25 cowgirls in frayed chaps and bright red boots riding horses up Wall Street doesn't happen every day. Maybe I should take a picture and call my brother-in-law, who hails from Calgary, and tell him that Alberta has finally made the big time."