This week

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  • Zak and Leslie are off to Edinburgh today.
  • We picked out appliances. A nice gas stove from Electrolux with lots of bells and whistles. We are just waiting for final pricing.
  • Tumbled tile for the bathrooms but no glass. Too much $$
  • A short week and I have to find an editor… Blah.
  • I really need to hit the gym

    • Updates and Comments

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    • I’ve added a Random Doggerel button to the side bar for those of you who are sick enough to want to read the bad poetry/verse.
    • I’ve re enabled comments because I think I’ve got the spam under control.
    • I’ve disabled the “post to Facebook” feature for reasons of temporary insanity. I might re enable it later.
    • I added my twitter feed link
    • I moved the climbing image down to the bottom of the column
    • And I think I will now need to redesign the sidebar and editor to add all this crap in without making such a mess
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    Poohetry

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    What is this thing called Love

    I don’t know
    It is not hate
    It does not grow

    In the dark of the night
    But in the light of the day

    What is this thing called love

    To arrest my soul’s decay

    on occasion of needing doggerel to test a sharepoint blog

    Last Day before home

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    Conference is 50/50 so far. I loved the talk by the SFU boys but felt the audience was more resistant then engaged. Gotta move forward and transfer the knowledgebase.

    Dinner was fine and I cornered the associate professor. Leslie, finish your phd and you’ve got a job…

    C and I hung and didn’t drink too much. Barely 1 bottle for the whole trip. I like hanging, with or without wine. Sleep is really problematic though. Pattern seems to be deep sleep followed by hours of restlessness. Oh well it’s age I guess.

    Home tonight and a busy week likely starts tomorrow.

    Man i hate being alone

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    30 minutes and I’m already slightly stir crazy. I could never of been one of those people who travels alone. I just can’t relax enough. I checked out my room, read all the literature, visited the dining room, found the quickest way to the bar, scoped out the path from Sally Borden to Lloyd Hall, checked out the front pathways and tried reading the bulletin board and now sitting outside.

    All in 30 minutes. Only 45 more to go.

    Sigh.