Sometimes you're beaten to the call
Sometimes you're taken to the wall
But you don't give in
Sometimes you're shaken to the core
Sometimes the face is gonna fall
But you don't give in
midnight oil
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Through troubling times i turn to the lyrics of Tom Petty.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHJMp5bz9
Well I wont back down, no I wont back down
You can stand me up at the gates of hell
But I wont back down
Gonna stand my ground, wont be turned around
And Ill keep this world from draggin me down
Gonna stand my ground and I wont back down
Hey baby, there aint no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I wont back down.
Well I know whats right, I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin me around
But Ill stand my ground and I wont back down
Hey baby there aint no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I wont back down
No, I wont back down
This is an accident that ocurred on the vanier parkway onramp to the 417. The red car was the first car on the on ramp followed by four motorcyclists then my truck. The red car stopped suddenly ( no reason i could see) . Two of the motorbikes were able to take evasive action and passed her on the right, the two others ones were not so lucky. The first motorbike to hit is the one that is lying beneath the back end of the car. he was then also hit by the other biker (the bike is standing next to the car on the left). Both men on the bikes hit the car, but were able to get up. The bike underneath the car is a total rite-off. The other one probably has structural damage. I think it was a bit of fault at both parties. The most fault i would lay at the hands of the driver of the red car for stopping suddenly and for no apparent reason. A smaller amount goes to the bikers for not keeping a safe travelling distance.
Chickenhawk by Robert C Mason.
Chronicals Mason's tour in Vietnam as a helicopter pilot in the calvery
In a sunburned country by Bill Bryson
Bryson's journey to all couner's of Australia and every point in between. You don't realize how huge and remote Australia is until you read this book
Drifting Home By Pierre Burton
Burton's account of his family's journey down the yukon river during 1972. He chronical's: His father's own epic voyage to the klondike during the 1898 gold rush, his own experience growing up during the depression in Dawson City and his own family. It is a book that spans 10 days, while chronicaling three generation's of Burtons.
I'm going to make a broad generalization (and not a generalization about broads-heard that somewhere), but most of you out there tend to keep stuff from the past stored somewhere, maybe it is a trunk in a dusty corner of a basement, maybe it is only a scrapbook, or maybe you need a ministorage locker. I on the other hand, don't tend to keep a lot of stuff. Most of my crap has been lost in moves over the years and the rest of the crap i couldn't be bothered with keeping. However, i do *rely* on a ministorage of sorts. You see i do collect things electronically, and i keep all my files, pictures, and miscellaneous crap (music, homevideos etc...) in a portable laptop hard drive which i have have for the past 5 years. Even before this portable drive, i had stacks of CD's i would save my files on too (which eventually went on to my drive too) So recently i went exploring into the vast expanses of 20 Gigs of history (which reminds me of another story which i must tell right now while i remember it).
Speaking of "gigs": I went to a conference in 2005 with my sister. It was a electro-optical conference mostly physics and weird electrical presentations, and i was the lone chemist there. I snuck my sister in with me, so she could see what it was all about, or maybe she was bored that day. not sure. So we were sitting in an almost empty room listening to a guy talk about the maximum frequency (hertz) that he was trying to obtain using new materials for opto-electrical devices. The higher the frequency the more bandwidth one could have and thus the more data one could move through the device. Meanwhile my sister was trying to come up with a new nickname for her cat, which had the unfortunate name of "gigs". So with the guy droning on about "frequency", and my sister whispering variations on the name "gigs" there came a moment of clarity where i think my sister realized what the lecturer was saying. She whispered to me
"GIG-A-HERTZ". We both burst out laughing.
So yes back to my story about the portable harddrive. I began exploring what i had in the recesses of those catacomes of bits and bytes and found quite a bit of stuff. As you can see from my two recent postings i found pictures from my Algonquin trip and biking trip on the K&P rail trail. I also found stuff from my grad work. to be more precise i found the piece of information that i am most proud of that came out of my days at carleton. It is an NMR spectrum of a compound i had such a love/hate relationship with. It was a brilliant blue in solution a blue i have yet to see yet in anything else. Depending on what it was dissolved in the colour could shift from a red/purple to the brilliant blue. In it's solid form it was metallic green gold in colour. The problem was that to make it i had to follow a multistage reaction with each step leading to low yeilds and where the final step sometimes did not work at all.
But it was all worth it when i got this
This was my first foray into algonquin park. Since then i have been several times to algonquin park to canoe and camp. This was a canoe trip that started in Achray in the east entrance to Algonquin park. We canoed through the Barron Canyon. The water level was lower since it was the fall and the route was pretty tough due to the length of the portages. It was a fun time though, and we got great use from my camera/mp3 player with a built in speaker. We drank at night and listened to blue rodeo on it.
Kodak MC3
Gene and the canoes
Gene and the canoes again at Achray
Stratton Lake
Andrews Lake setting up camp
All of us portaging: from left to right, Gene, Me, Jonny-O and Abe
situation:
Coffee shop, a woman buys food and a canned drink and then picks out a straw. It is broken. She is confused and says "it's broken" to the cashier. The cashier stares at her, grabs the broken straw and throws it out. Another cashier asks what the problem was. "Le paille est caisser", is what the first cashier was in an annoyed voice.
I decide to have a little fun
I grab a coffee stirrer, bent it in half and bring it to the cashier. I say it's broken... we both laugh.
I picked up a fix'er upper scooter. A 1971 Yamaha U7E
The history of it as told by the recent owner was as follows. The bike was owned by an older lady who was in need of repairs on her lawn tractor. So this man fixed the tractor and in return he was given the scooter. The scooter is missing a carburetor, as it was taken out for maintenance, sent away and was never returned. Thus the bike was left in a basement for 25 years until he took it.
I may have a line on a whole parts bike from a wreckers so hopefully i can get this one running.
This weekend i worked quite a bit, but being at work had two things going for it.
1) i got a lot of work done
2) work has A/C!
Actually there is a bit of a third thing as well. When i spend the weekends working i feel that a monday then is just another day of the week. I won't do this all the time, but really working on the weekends is not too bad. I used to do it in New Zealand quite a bit, as well as when i was in grad school too.
I also started a learning to row coarse this weekend, early in the morning on Saturday and Sunday. It is really peaceful out there on the water. I'm starting to get the hang of it but i still need to finish the coarse before i can get out there on my own. Luckily i can kayak so i won't be stuck if i can't reserve a boat a certain day.