Google chat

I was so busy today I didn’t have a chance to write about Gmail chat. I seem to be one of the few people I know who had it enabled this morning; GB was the only other person I heard from who had it. It’s pretty sweet…opens the little chat window right there in the screen, in the right whitespace.

You can pop the chat layer out to a bigger standalone window, go ‘off the record’ so that nothing gets saved in the chat history, and it saves the history right in gmail to be searched along with everything else.

Fun. And good for people at work whose proxy server kills some IM clients.

In which I discuss the religions of football, basketball, Islam and Seinfeld

The Superbowl happened. Yawn. The Superbowl ads were on. More yawning. Not that I’m a big football fan anyway, but I used to watch the Superbowl. Now it’s just too…staged. It’s no longer a sporting event; it’s a circus with a football game attached.

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I tried watching the first few episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm on DVD, but I just couldn’t get into it. It’s like watching an episode of Seinfeld with all the Jerry, Elaine and Kramer bits cut out. Same character, same neuroses, same whining. I couldn’t even finish the disc. Just sent it back. I’d probably have preferred to watch the Superbowl…

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I really, seriously hope that this is a joke. Or just a wildly overstated artist’s impression. I’ll be living a few blocks from the intended landing zone of this alien monstrosity, so I don’t relish the idea of getting a neon sunburn after every northerly neighbourhood stroll.

BlogTO: equally freaked.

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A few months ago I read that CBS would be broadcasting all the March Madness games online for free. Yesterday pc sent me the URL. God help worker productivity around the continent.

I think I’ll miss Selection Sunday as we’ll be on our way to (or wandering around) New York, but the papers the next day should be filled with coverage. I remember flying into Kansas City a few years ago on Selection Sunday; the next morning USA Today (not my choice; it’s what was outside my hotel room door) had a special March Madness section. I was in heaven. Actually, I was in Kansas City, but the pullout made it bearable.

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Ah, Canadian politics. You can cut the hypocrisy with a knife.

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Gmail is adding some cool new stuff. My GoogleTalk sessions are stored in the gmail history, and now they plan to embed GoogleTalk directly within Gmail itself.

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There’s certainly no shortage of news about the Danish cartoons, but I found this article in The Guardian very interesting.

Muslim protesters infuriated by cartoons depicting the prophet Muhammad raised the diplomatic stakes last night as Iran’s best-selling newspaper announced it would retaliate by running images satirising the Holocaust.

I think this is an excellent idea. Here’s why: it uses reason rather than violence to make a point. Granted, it may be an intended as an exercise in petty revenge rather than a thought-out appeal for empathy, but let’s give everyone the benefit of the doubt and assume it’s the latter. Of course, on seeing such a cartoon in the Hamshari daily, any reasonable person would say, “That’s absurd, of course the holocaust happened, there’s loads of evidential proof, the Jews of Europe didn’t just up and move to Uruguay, etc., etc.” Said reasonable person would then wonder to themselves how any newspaper could publish something so offensive to so many people. And, of course, it would then dawn on this reasonable person that they’ve just described the very situation that Muslims found themselves in when they saw offensive caricatures of one of their holy figures, and the reasonable person would admit their own hypocrisy and shortcomings and realize the error of the Danish cartoonist.

This assumes, of course, that everyone is reasonable. ๐Ÿ™‚ But unreasonable folks certainly aren’t going to respond well to the torching of embassies and placards about killing either, so why not try to change minds with reason and intelligence rather than armed mobs? The only thing this violence has achieved is to give some people (who don’t like Islam much to begin with) an excuse to point fingers and call names…like these fine folks who Antonia Zerbisias calls out.

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OK, back to work.

Walnut

We just got back from Noce — the last of our Winterlicious excursions — with T-Bone (as usual) and RC. It was really good, especially the starter (salad with walnuts, pear and cheese), dessert (three kinds of mousse) and wine (some kind of kickass pinot noir). The main — venison — was ok, but nothing special. The service was great, and my wife & RC claimed the gnocchi was pretty rockin’ too, so I’d like to go back on a non-licious night.

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After sucking large for the last couple of weeks, the Canadiens have won two shutouts in a row. I watched the game this afternoon against Philadelphia, and they completely dominated the Flyers. Hard to believe, after some of the games I saw them play even a week ago.

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Last night we continued our Winterliciousing with a visit to The Strip House. It was our second time; we went back mainly because we were craving steak, but also because they have a much more extensive Winterlicious menu than most restaurants (6 appetizers, 5 mains and 3 desserts). T-Bone came with, and her friend (who’s accompanied us three times on various ‘licious trips), and the conversation ranged from politics to thongs to cats to testes. I don’t know why. We also spent a great deal of time laughing at our server, who appeared to be stoned. He seemed nearly asleep, and kept dropping things and asking his hand, “What’s the matter with you? Why are you dropping things?” It was weird.

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This morning, as if we haven’t been eating enough decadent food lately, we met CBGB at Verveine for brunch. A basket of carby goodness and some banana-chocolate chip pancakes later and I thought I was going to explode. I had to cut a subway leg out of my afternoon errands just to work off the maple syrup that went on top of my breakfast.

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A brief, scathing and deadly accurate article written by Christopher Hume of The Star slamming all three levels of government for their ongoing bumbling, negligence and dithering when it comes to the Toronto waterfront.

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The jerk chicken salad from Whole Foods: it’s a good time.

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Is it me, or does the new Globe and mail website look as if they’ve just smashed together the Onion and the BBC?

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I just don’t get some people. Saying things like “We are now saying to insult our Prophet means death. We are being attacked and an attack against our Prophet will mean death.” or “In the Prophet’s time anyone who insulted the Prophet was beheaded. The same should happen now.” just doesn’t make sense to me. Has Pat Robertson been holding classes on how to promise national violence through the media?

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You may notice something screwy happening with my blog template over the weekend. Ignore that. Come back later, it’ll be ok.

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The old music downloading inbox is getting too full again. I’ve just cleared out three albums and added two more this morning.

  • beth orton . comfort of strangers
  • clearlake . amber
  • deadboy and the elephants . we are the night sky
  • gourds . heavy ornamentals
  • isobel campbell & mark lanegan . the ballad of broken seas
  • mogwai . mr. beast
  • pixies . hey
  • sarah harmer . i’m a mountain
  • zephyrs . bright yellow flowers on a dark double bed

There are about 15 “loose” songs too. Nothing to write home about yet.

I only downloaded the Mogwai disc ’cause my brother sent it to me and I just couldn’t wait until it came out in March. I’ll still buy it when the day comes, but after all the press I had to check it out ASAP. And it’s gooooooooood.

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Ever since Sunday I’ve just felt really…blah. Wiped. Tired. Run down, maybe. Work’s been busy, though not stressful. I took the week off from studying, so it’s not that. I guess it must just be from last weekend, with my sleep schedule getting screwed up, and I never really recovered. We have lots of plans this weekend — Raptors tickets tonight, Winterlicious dinners with T-Bone tomorrow and Sunday evenings, brunch with CBGB on Sunday — but nothing strenuous. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep in tomorrow and feel normal again.

I suspect the weather has something to do with it as well. It’s fecking gray out there.

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[UPDATE] Said Knicks tickets will be much more interesting now that the Raptors have traded Jalen Rose to New York for Antonio Davis. Not that they’ll play tonight.