Enough already with the Seattle Thunderbirds!

In advance of Saturday’s NHL draft, Mike Boone has an article on Habs InsideOut about the 25 years of horrible drafting (in the first round, at least) of the Montreal Canadiens.

Without doing a scientific comparison, I suggest that from 1975 through 2000, no team in North American professional sports squandered more first-round draft choices than your Montreal Canadiens.

I remember seeing a lot of these picks fizzle into nothing year after year, but to see a list of so much squandered opportunity…well, it’s a wonder the Canadiens won cups in ’86 and ’93. Thanks goodness for the ’84 draft.

[tags]montreal canadiens, nhl draft[/tags]

"Wow, that's…really warm."

I spent yesterday eating great food and enjoying even better company. First, squeezed into a solid 10-4 block of meetings, was lunch with William Azaroff. I had only spoken to William through his blog, Facebook, Twitter and over the phone once or twice, so it was nice to finally meet him in person. We had lunch on the garden patio at Fieramosca, and I could’ve happily stayed to chat and bask in the wonderful weather (and food!) for much longer than the two hours we spent there. Hopefully we’ll get a chance to catch up again in a couple of weeks when I’m in Vancouver; I guess it depends on how married I am to my hotel bed after six days of hiking.

After work T-Bone had some people over for a barbeque. I was concerned about the weather — thunderstorms were forecast for the evening — but sunshine carried the day and the rain held off until after everyone had finished their rather sumptuous feast…and then it really came down. I lost count of how many shrimp I ate. Other highlights of the evening: free shots of Carlsberg at the pre-bbq LCBO run; PC being, um, doused by his 2-year-old son; Nellie and I dominating at SceneIt?. We were pretty tired though, so even though we got home shortly after midnight it wasn’t long before we both crashed.

Today’s been…well, honestly, today’s been an exercise in avoiding the inevitable: a paper that’s due Monday. Here’s hoping I can kick my own ass into gear.

[tags]william azaroff, fieramosca, carlsberg, sceneit[/tags]

Still waiting for Quiet Riot revisted

I’ve tried before to articulate why I don’t tend to like artists who rehash old musical styles. Not that I don’t like a lot of old musical styles, but I’m rarely even impressed by someone who revisits an old style that I loved, let alone one I disliked. Like I said, though, I could never explain clearly when someone would ask me why I didn’t just love The Darkness or The Kaiser Chiefs or whoever.

So today, when I read Carrie Brownstein’s Monitor Mix blog, I found myself nodding along with her explanation for why she feels the same way.

I like new. I like influence drawn from various or, sometimes, obvious genres. I am not averse to updating or reconfiguring the old. But if an artist can’t find a way of making the music feel like it’s been reborn then what is the point? There are plenty of bands that make you feel like you are hearing a genre, a form of music, or a playing style for the first time. In my opinion, The White Stripes are a good example of a band who did more than merely copy the blues, whereas The Bravery exemplify the most benign and pointless regurgitation of new wave and post-punk.

I feel I should point out that I enjoy cover songs. A lot. I quite enjoy established artists taking a crack at an old song, especially if they mess with it a bit. However, artists like the new-wave of female British soul singers that Carrie mentions just seem like poor sequels, the same way that Wolfmother sounds like a local house band trying to be Zeppelin.

Clearly lots of people like Amy Winehouse and The Bravery, etc. I’d have to assume they’re the kind of people who like their music fun instead of interesting, which is fine…different people want different things from music. I’m just glad I found a way to articulate why I don’t want to listen to the retro-act-du-jour. I suppose it was a little inelegant to respond to “Why don’t you like Scissor Sisters?” with “Because I fucking hated disco the first time around, and I wasn’t even there.”

[tags]carrie brownstein, monitor mix[/tags]

In which my vocabulary returns to the 80s. Rad.

Awesome: Stephen Colbert’s plundering of the Hockey Night In Canada theme song.

Awesome: Bigger sidewalks on Bloor. (Less awesome: lack of bike lanes)

Awesome: watching Portugal play football. Since I cheer for no particular team I just like watching skill, so the game today was like watching a group of painters at work.

Awesome: the weather. Perfect. An ideal June day.

Awesome: being 95% done.

[tags]stephen colbert, bloor street, portugal, euro 2008, toronto weather[/tags]

War socioeconomics war religion music

It felt good to walk into Indigo today and buy five books, like it was some kind of preparation for September. Or maybe it felt good to cross things off my wishlist. Or maybe it felt good ’cause I got a Roots weekender bag with it. Who cares. It felt good.

I got:

  • Richard Evans . The Coming Of The Third Reich
  • Richard Florida . The Rise Of The Creative Class
  • Vasily Grossman . A Writer At War
  • Christopher Hitchens . God Is Not Great
  • Dan Kennedy . Rock On

[tags]richard evans, richard florida, vasily grossman, christopher hitchens, dan kennedy[/tags]

Over the last 30 days….

..here’s what the visitors to this blog have looked like:

Search engines they use to find their way here:

  1. google (93.21%)
  2. yahoo (4.15%)
  3. msn (0.94%)
  4. aol (0.75%)
  5. live (0.38%)
  6. netscape (0.38%)
  7. search (0.19%)

Keywords they use in those search engines (top 15):

  1. thundercats are go (15.07%)
  2. if god was a city planner he would not put a playground next to a sewage system (5.08%)
  3. michelle malkin (3.20%)
  4. give me a scotch i’m starving (1.69%)
  5. flickr song charts buffy (1.51%)
  6. kerry martens (1.51%)
  7. protestant whiskey (1.51%)
  8. max payne helicopter (1.13%)
  9. sh735026 (1.13%)
  10. fuzzy britches (0.94%)
  11. js bonbons closed (0.94%)
  12. skdoosh (0.94%)
  13. put out the fire boys don’t stop don’t stop (0.75%)
  14. jesus harold christ on rubber crutches (0.56%)
  15. monkey pulling turnip (0.56%)

Sites they link here from (top 15):

  1. imdb.com (43.03%)
  2. images.google.* (9.39%)
  3. google.* (7.42%)
  4. jenngoeswest.blogspot.com (6.97%)
  5. cgplace.blogspot.com (5.00%)
  6. quillandquire.com (5.00%)
  7. theplummetonions.wordpress.com (4.85%)
  8. modernlaundry.blogspot.com (4.39%)
  9. buddhacanvas.wordpress.com (2.58%)
  10. *.mail.live.com (1.67%)
  11. cbc.ca (1.52%)
  12. duartedasilva.com (1.52%)
  13. facebook.com (1.21%)
  14. cartoons.blogcarnival.com (0.91%)
  15. technorati.* (0.76%)

Countries they’re coming from (top 25):

  1. Canada (50.24%)
  2. United States (28.33%)
  3. United Kingdom (7.64%)
  4. Australia (1.83%)
  5. Germany (1.15%)
  6. Finland (0.81%)
  7. France (0.74%)
  8. India (0.68%)
  9. Norway (0.61%)
  10. Spain (0.47%)
  11. Estonia (0.41%)
  12. Sweden (0.41%)
  13. Romania (0.41%)
  14. Austria (0.34%)
  15. Chile (0.27%)
  16. Ireland (0.27%)
  17. Hungary (0.27%)
  18. Italy (0.27%)
  19. Russia (0.27%)
  20. Japan (0.27%)

Browsers they use:

  1. Firefox (48.07%)
  2. Internet Explorer (44.35%)
  3. Safari (5.95%)
  4. Opera (0.95%)
  5. Konqueror (0.20%)
  6. Mozilla (0.14%)
  7. Netscape (0.14%)
  8. Playstation Portable (0.14%)
  9. Playstation 3 (0.07%)

[tags]this blog’s visitors[/tags]

They could have also used "nuclear meltdown"

Today I bought this tshirt from Threadless because a) it’s funny; b) I bought one for my brother for Christmas and I very nearly kept it for myself; and c) it was $10.

Nellie went the slightly maudlin route and picked the shirt of the polar bear drifting unhappily without an ice floe.

And so my tshirt addiction continues unabated. However, if the weather for the past three days is any indication of what this summer will be like, I will need all the clean tshirts I can freaking get. Today my plastic headphones melted into little puddles of melody in my ears.

[tags]threadless, haiku[/tags]

A double rainbow at sunset

Now there’s something you don’t see every day. Unfortunately I only had time to grab the little point-and-shoot, which didn’t handle the lighting well. By the time Nellie got to her SLR the rainbows were pretty much gone.

[tags]toronto, rainbow, sunset[/tags]

Belgian chocolate gelato = cold heaven

Another hot day, another evening sitting on the balcony and drinking cold beer with friends. After a day of work and watching football, another couple came over last night. The intention was to either make dinner or go out, but we ended up gorging ourselves on the delicious cheeses they brought: a powerful scotch cheddar, an amazing peppercorn something or other, and a Riopelle de l’Isle. Between that and the perpetual beer we were stuffed and didn’t need dinner, though we did walk down to Solferino around 9:30 to cool off.

This morning we grabbed some breakfast and then spent way too much time (and money, no doubt) at MEC picking up stuff (clothes, mainly) we need for hiking in BC.  It’s stinking hot again today, so walking home at high noon wasn’t nearly as pleasant as walking there at mid-morning.

All that done, I shall now go watch Germany beat up on Poland and them spend the rest of my evening wishing I didn’t have to work on MBA nonsense. But I do.

[tags]riopelle de l’isle, solferino, gelato, mec, euro 2008[/tags]

I realized two minutes later that it was "balcon"

The warm (and by warm I mean screaming hot) weather has made for a very fun 18 hours. After leaving work yesterday I arrived home to a barbeque in progress with Nellie and CBGB. We made veggie burgers and drank (among others) Bavarian Weissbier and took solace in the cool breeze on our balcony. Sometimes that breeze was almost too much; at one point it blew some Tostitos out of the bowl and sent them skittering across the balcony. After our guests left we cleaned up (barely) and watched Battlestar Galactica. Getting! So! Good!

Nellie had to get up early for a hair appointment, so I used the morning to clean up (read: recycle the beer bottles), catch up on my news addiction, run some errands, buy more of that weissbier and take some pictures of all the puppies down the street at Woofstock.

Playing with dogs is good for the soul, even if my cats did look at me askance when I got home. Now I’ve finished off the list of little things that I need to get done before settling in for a long afternoon of MBA and Euro. Life could certainly be worse.

[tags]weihenstephaner hefeweissbier, battlestar galactica, woofstock, euro 2008[/tags]