The Mentee Becomes The Mentor

Got the list of peer mentor assignments today and I'm going to be paired with first-termer Kathleen Crowley.  I've got to say anybody who names their blog “Princess Cosine, The Cunning Linguist” is cool with me!  
(Maybe she'll change it to “Princess Collocation, The Depth-Indexing
Librarian.”  But that doesn't have the same ring to it now, does
it?) 

Uhm, that weak attempt at risque librarian humour was courtesy of McSweeny's Library Science Jargon That Sounds Dirty List.  I mention this because I learned in 501 that it's important to
acknowledge the theft of copyrighted material.  Or something. 

I don't know if I should tell Kathleen that library school doesn't actually
teach you what a blog is.  I'm hoping to learn tomorrow (er, later
today) when I attend my first LIS525 class – “Managing Internet
Information Services”. 

Reading
through her blog, she seems pretty
cool.  Sabina belated admitted that she wasn't sure what
I was going to be like based on my original e-mail reply to her. 
And I think David's first words to Shea when she got here were “I
didn't even want
to meet Jason when Sabina invited him to breakfast.”  So
obviously, this peer mentorship thing can be hit & miss (I have
classmates who are still waiting for the inaugural contact e-mail from
their mentees!)

What else happened today that is boring but helps clear cut a few more pixels from the ether? 

I lucked into a
couple extra days of break since I don't have class on Mondays this semester and our
Tuesday class doesn't start until May 23.  So instead
of sitting on my computer for eighteen hours like I usually do on days
off, I went outside (The sun…it shines) and ended up playing basketball with a guy who
lives in our building (he just moved in next door actually.) 

He's a
bouncer at Ceeps and looks like he normally uses guys like me as a
speed bag.  And telling him I'm a library student probably didn't
help either.  But after losing by what I thought was a fairly
respectable score of 11-5 in a game of one-on-one, I thought I was
going to puke on his shoes. 

Being a bouncer at
C(r)eeps, he's probably used to this.  I was able to restrain
myself and made it to the apartment where I was fine once the
double-vision went away. 

Went to the Grad Club tonight for a few hours tonight to hang out with
David, Sabina, Shea and assorted others.  Good to see those guys
again after their trip to Oil-berta (David and Sabina.  They
didn't take Shea with them.  Though I bet she would've gone.)

I guess that's
about it.  Seriously, is there a 24-hour public library open
anywhere in the world?  Because with how much of a night owl I am,
that's probably the best place for me to work. 

Shea's Career versus Jason's Career

Anybody watch Kenny v. Spenny on CBC?  Great show.  Here's my version – Shea v. Jay. 

(My wife is a cardiac nurse for anyone who doesn't know.) 

Shea: Has concerns about the noise of the students in the building affecting her ability to work the following day. 
Jay: Is usually one of the students causing a disturbance.

Shea: Has people's lives in her hands everyday. 
Jay: Will be able to waive overdue fees for his friends.

Shea: Works 12-hour shifts that require her to get up at 6am and not get home until after 7pm. 
Jay: Tries to work his schedule so that none of his 3-hour classes are in the morning. 

Shea:
Can successfully draw blood from the thinnest vein.
Jay: Can successfully write a 10-page paper from the thinnest of premises.

Shea: Has to wear a uniform. 
Jay: Occasionally tries to comb his hair.

Shea: Tries to find the balance between the wishes of doctors, co-workers, patients and their families. 
Jay: Tries to find the balances between going for drinks at the Grad Club, the Spoke, Alex P. Keaton's and his balcony. 

Shea: Learning to read EKG's was a challenge at first. 
Jay: Learning to read was a challenge at first.

Shea: Her career is regulary voted “most trusted” in polls of the general public. 
Jay: Common general public perception that all male librarians are homosexuals. 

Shea:
Perhaps surprisingly, the two things a majority of nurses agree are the
most disgusting aspects of their job are phleghm and dirty feet. 
Jay: Perhaps surprisingly, he would like to be a children's librarian, in spite of the runny noses and dirty hands. 

Shea: Got to watch an open heart surgery today as part of her training!  (How frickin' cool is that?)
Jay:
Wonders if they'll cover the treatment of papercuts in any of his library classes this year?

Shea: Regularly has to work with catheters and other items the public might find unpleasant. 
Jay: Still unsure what a “Dewey” is. 


Shea: Previously worked as a neuro-rehab nurse dealing with brain-injured patients. 
Jay:
Has been known to say that he met his wife when she worked as a neuro-rehab nurse and he was a brain-injured patient.

How I'd Support The Troops

I've gotten so many e-mail forwards in the past few days about how I should wear red on Fridays to support the Canadian troops in Afghanistan, how the liberal media isn't telling the truth about how Canadians really feel about the situation, how it's the right decision that President Harper imposes a media ban on coverage of and doesn't want to fly the flag at half-mast for the coffins of deceased soldiers returning to Canada. 

Here's how I'd support the troops:
1. Get them out of a war zone that has nothing to do with Canada and
which is no longer (if it was ever) a peacekeeping mission. 
2. Not send stupid e-mail forwards to everyone in my address book but
instead, if I have a point to make to all my friends and every other
person I've ever corresponded with, take the time to type an original
thought. 

Oh well, at least this has inspired a new tag for the blog –
“rant”.  I like to think that's one of my specialities.  (And
yes, I know I spelled that wrong.  I also have taken a liking to
pronouncing “gourmet” as “gormee”.  I'm more of a “language is best when it's fun
and flexible” than “these are the rules dammit!” type of
guy.)   <raises fist> Grrr. 

PS – I don't know if anybody ever looks at the “Recentlyl Played” list over there —>
but
man, you haven't lived until you've been in a karaoke bar
in Quebec (I know what you're saying – do Shea and I know how to
party!  But it was accidental – we went
to our regular haunt for the final Flames game but it was also karaoke
night.)  Not sure if this is a Quebec-wide phenomenon or we were
just lucky but every single person sang along to every single song that
came up – English or French – in the loudest, most off-key voices I've
ever heard.  Truly spectacular entertainment.)  I saw the
Cranberries “Zombie” in my MP3 folder and that triggered the
memory. 

Jane Siberry's Distribution Model…

…is that she lets her fans decide how much and when they want to pay for downloading her music.

How cool and progressive (and Canadian) is that? 

This is in contrast to the Red Hot Chili Peppers who issued some lower
case poetry to expression their concern that fans may download an
inferior sounding digital version of their latest opus which has been
leaked to the Internet.  Lots of commentary for and against the
RHCP's position at MetaFilter.

Randomness (Happy Cinco de Mayo!)

My Five Favourite Nationalistic Holidays
1. Robbie Burns Day
2. St. Patrick's Day
3. Cinco De Mayo
4. St. George's Day (tied with Guy Fawkes Day)
5. Not really an “ethnic” holiday but I always thought the February
“Family Day” in Alberta was a good idea.  Canada needs a couple
more national statutory holidays to make it an even dozen – I think one in February (especially) and one in June would be perfect. 

Correction of the Day
Even though I said in one of my first posts that I would not
apologise for (nor correct) spelling, grammar and other factual errors,
I did notice that I recently referred to the people of Quebec as “French”.  I do believe the more appropriate form is “french”
as they are, in the world of capitalized words, “Canadians”. 
Oops.  Western bias shining through (and yes, Quinn – to me,
“Saskatchewan” is a western, rather than central province, in both
relative and absolute terms.  I know people in the Maritimes hate
it when anyone refers to Ontario/Quebec as “east” but didn't realise
the same thing applied to left-coasters who hear Alberta/Saskatchewan
referred to as “West”!)

Referrer Logs
Speaking of referring (nice segue, eh?)…

One of the cool features of this blog software is that I can see the search terms that got people to my site.  My favourite one?  I'm the number two hit on the Internet when you search Google for: Shanty Town Mexico Dump Pictures!

The referrer logs also led me to a couple links to my site that I hadn't seen before:

Open Source News

Library student launches OA journal for library students
LIS student Jason Hammond has wonthe
Spirit of Librarianship Award from his school for a raft of good
deeds, one of which was helping to “initiate a new open-access online
journal for LIS students, called Cantilever.” I can't find a web site
for Cantilever yet, but will blog it when I can. Meantime,
congratulations to Jason and best wishes for the new journal.

(Apparently he's a student at the University of Western Ontario Faculty of Information and Media Studies, but I'm not sure.)

Update (5/1/06). Jason Hammond did not create Cantilever.
That honor goes to David Jackson. Hammond works on it with Jackson,
Linda Bussiere, and Sabina Jane Iseli-Otto, all students at U of
Western Ontario.

April 4th, 2006

A
library school student at Western, Jason Hammond, has written a
thought-provoking essay on the issue of library fees charged by public
libraries in Alberta. Read his essay at:

https://headtale.com/blog/_archives/2006/4/1/1853952.html

This is an over-looked issue in libraries. Because Alberta is the
only jurisdiction in Canada or the US which charges library user fees,
it has largely slipped under the radar of the larger library community.
I think it's an important debate that we need to have, as librarians
but also within our local communities. Especially if we want it to
change.

Rachael & Gord
A highlight of our Montreal trip was getting to have a beer  with Rachael Van Fossen
Wednesday afternoon.  Rachael was the co-Executive Director at the
SPG when I started (she actually interviewed me and may have made the
call on hiring me as I think Brenda was away at the time). 
Rachael's doing amazingly well – teaching, doing her MFA, working on a
couple different contracts as well.  Plus she recently won a
teaching award that was based on student nominations. 
Congratulations Rachael! 

Later that evening, we were able to catch up with her partner, Gord
Fisch, who was hosting an Irish jam at a nearby pub.  Gord played
in an awesome Celtic band in Regina and is now running a web hosting
company called EcoHosting.net which
has a unique business plan where they give back 20% of any fees to a
charity of the client's choice.  Very cool!  If you're
interested in progressive companies and business principles, check them
out! 

Flames Lose In First Round of NHL Playoffs To A Team Named After An Emilio Estevez Movie
In a weird way, this is probably the best thing that could've happened
as it means I'll be a lot less distracted by hockey play-offs for the
next month and a half with my favourite out of the running.  Who's
my favourite now?  Buffalo or Ottawa I guess.

Classmate of the Day: I haven't
bumped into her yet since we just got back from Montreal tonight. 
But Christina Winter and her husband were moving into our building
(same floor even!) at the start of May so that should help make for a
fun and cool summer (plus it doubles the Saskatchwan quotient of the
8th floor – always a good thing!) 

Priceless

Pitcher of Molson Special Dry in the city where it was invented – $9.99
Plate of poutine the bar's kitchen re-opened to make just for you – $4.99
Watching Calgary Flames Playoff hockey in a sports bar in Montreal's Gay Village – priceless

(This blog entry courtesy of Shea who thought it was a pretty funny set
of circumstances last night.  Hey, a hockey fan does what a hockey
fan has to do!)

A Plea For Saskatchewan Separation

Way back in
College 1.0, I wrote a satirical essay in one of my writing classes which I
think is appropriate at this time as I sit in a Montreal hostel, looking through the books on the history of the city. 

At the time I wrote this essay, it was a few months after I'd returned from an exchange to
England.  The feelings of anger and confusion having gone into the residence cafeteria the
morning after the 1995
Referendum not knowing if I'd be returning to the same country I'd left were still pretty fresh in my mind. 

As a westerner, I love that Canada includes Quebec and feel that the
advantages this gives our country greatly outweigh the negatives
(buying my booze in the grocery store today being the least of these advantages!) 

I can understand why some
Quebecers want their own country but hopefully this essay exposes some
of the ludicriousness of their arguments as well. 

Sorry for the length of this essay – I'm too lazy to put this up as a linked PDF file
right now.  This is also the first draft which I still like quite a bit more than the final
draft which became a lot drier piece that was sort
of a fictionalized “articles of incorporation” for the new country of
“Saskatchewan”.



A PLEA FOR SASKATCHEWAN SEPARATION

My fellow Saskatchewatonians:

    I'm fed up! 
All you and I have been hearing about for the past year is how Quebec
wants to separate from Canada.  This story fills our newspaper
headlines daily.  It's been going on for the past year, it's been
going on since 1980 – hell, if you were one hundred and twenty-nine
years old, I bet that you'd have been hearing this “Quebec separation”
line for one hundred and thirty!  But have you noticed
something?  Quebec's still here, they're still a part of Canada,
and they're still complaining about it.  You know why they're
still here?  Because if they ever did separate they wouldn't know
what to do!  Who'd listen to them?  Where would the majority
of their funding come from?  Where would the spotlight focus then?


    Quebec complains
that the rest of Canada doesn't respect their language, their culture,
their history.  They complain that they aren't as well off as
Ontario and British Columbia then complain that they must support
poorer provinces like Manitoba and Newfoundland. 


    But from my
Saskatchewanois position, this simply isn't true.  When I was in
England this past year, who was topping the British charts?  Not
Saskatchewan's local hero, Colin James but Quebec chanteuse, Celine
Dion.  When people found out I was from Canada, did they ask about
the Saskatchewan Wheat Pool's plans to go public?  The Grey Cup
being held in Regina?  No, they asked about the Quebec
Referendum.  When I went to a pub with a group of Germans, what
was the only thing these world-reknowned unity experts knew about
Canada?  Only that Quebec wanted to separate (and boy, were they ever interested in the reasons why!).  And when I
woke up on the morning of Monday October 30, 1995?  Imagine waking
up in a foreign country and not knowing whether you'd be returning to
your own country or a nation split in two?


    I'm fed up with
this and I think it's time we tried a different tactic.  Let a
province leave that has good reasons for separation from the rest of
Canada: my fellow Saskatchewanians, I make this plea to you: 
Saskatchewan must separate from Canada!


    Now, my fellow Saskalonians, I know what
you're thinking as you sit there in your lazy boy, drinking a nice cool
Great Western Draft and waiting for the lottery numbers to come
on:  “Why should Saskatchewan separate?  We've got it pretty
good out here, don't we?  What about that survey said that
Canada's the best place in the world to live?  And that other
survey said Saskatchewan was the best place in Canada!”  That's
got to mean something, doesn't it? 
   
Sure it does.  But only to the people who live
here.  The rest of Canada still thinks of us as a flat wasteland
where they cut the telephone poles to different heights just to make
the landscape less boring. 

    Friend,
that survey was road apples!  Propaganda by the rest of Canada so
we'd stop flooding into their provinces and going on their welfare
programs instead of staying here on our own welfare program (here, it's
called “farming”). 


    We shouldn't have
to put up with this behind-the-back snickering from the rest of the
country.  Quebec thinks they have reasons to separate?  They
haven't been to Saskatchewan!


    Quebec always
talks about their distinct language.  But we've made a concession
to their language and because of the cross-Canada influence of the
French CBC, most non-French speakers would be able to get around in
Quebec using the French they've learned from watching Canadiens' games,
reading the other side of cereal boxes and watching French foreign
films (only for the language
of course, not for the fact that they show full frontal nudity in the
middle of the afternoon on that
channel.) 
    Is the reverse true?  Would somebody from
Quebec be able to order in a restaurant in Climax, Saskatchewan? 
Or would they stare at the menu bewildered?  “Cabbage
rolls”?  “Perogies”?  “Saskatoon berries?”  Would they just shake their head when
somebody identified the machines in the fields as “combines” and
“swathers”?  That those skyscrapers in every town and city aren't
office buildings but “elevators”?  Would they understand that
those bodies of water aren't Saskatchewan lakes but “sloughs”? 
How would they respond when somebody asked, “Is it cold enough for
ya?”  When a Quebec tourist asked “Ou est la salle de bains?”, would a gas
station attendant be able to decipher this strange request as meaning
“crapper”?  I don't even want to consider how we'd translate
“bunny hug” into French for them – a bad translation could cause a war!


    The Quebec people
are proud of their history.  Co-founders of Canada, Plains of
Abraham, and twenty-two Stanley Cups.  But Saskatchewan has just
as rich and proud of history.  Home of the medicare in Canada,
the Riel Rebellion and fans who cheer for a football team that never
actually wins anything.  (Anybody can cheer for a winner, try
cheering for the Riders for awhile and see how disenfranchised you
become!)


    For culture, the
people of Quebec have Carnaval and maple syrup.  But can that
compare with a Saskatchewan culture based around Agribition and deer
sausage that you've cured, cut and hung yourself? 


    Quebec complains
that Canada mistreats them but up until recently, they were one of only
two provinces to have two National Hockey League franchises (in
Montreal and Quebec City.)  Saskatchewan, even though we've
produced more NHL players per capita than anywhere on earth, has never had an NHL
team. 


    There is one final
reason that Saskatchewan, not Quebec, should separate from
Canada.  Someone in the national media might just pay attention to
us for once. 


    So what happens
when Saskatchewan separates from Quebec?  There is a myth that we
are a “have-not” province.  This is not true.  We have lots
of stuff – okay, most of it is the form of grain crops but hey, our
farmers are
being told to diversify all the time so the potential to become a
“have” province is there.  If somebody could figure out how to
turn wheat into gasoline, we'd be like a Canadian Saudi
Arabia.   
    Saskatchewan has the new Casino Regina as a major tourist
attraction and an independent Saskatchewan could build on this by
putting Casinos in every other major city (er, in Saskatchewan a major
city is anywhere over 5000 people – but we won't mention this in the
marketing brochures advertising our country as “Vegas North.”)
    If we really want to take advantage of our
agricultural history, we could become the first place in North American
to legalize marijuana.  Imagine a place combining the gambling and
illegal drugs – the money from tourism would flow in!
     There are many other details to be worked out
but this is something that can, no, that needs to be done. 
Saskatchewan separation, like a Gordie Howe elbow to another player's
jaw, is an inevitability – the people of that province and of this country just don't know it yet!

The Quintessential Montreal Food Day

Had a croissant for breakfast (okay, it was a muffin but I've got a theme developing so work with me here.)


Schwartz's Smoked Meat

sandwich for lunch.  Some people had suggested you can avoid the
lines and go to any other smoked meat sandwich shop for a similar taste
and experience but to me, that would be like going to Paris and
stopping into a comic book store because you don't want to face the
lines at The Louvre.  The line wasn't too bad (we purposely went
in mid-afternoon thinking it might not be as busy at a non-meal time)
and we even managed to get two seats at the counter in the otherwise
packed deli.  And if you're going to eat at a deli, where else
would you want to sit?







Poutine from
Banquise for supper (I had the “Dan Dan” which is poutine with bacon,
sausage and fried onions.  Out west, we think of regular poutine
as unhealthy but these guys have invented 22 ways to make it more
deadly.  Thankfully Shea's a cardiac nurse as I suspect I may need a
defibrillator to wake up tomorrow.)








Shea and I Know How To Pick 'Em

Last night, Shea
and I ended up having a pitcher of beer at a gay bar down the street
(our hostel is on the edge of the Gay Village and since we'd already
gone the other direction during the daytime, we went into the village
at night.)  I'm a bit disappointed that I didn't get hit on but
Shea, sitting with me and being the only woman in the bar, probably had
something to do with that. 

Tonight, we went to Rue Crescent which is a main bar/pub/club district
and ended up at an Irish bar…which happened to be having some Singles
Night event.  Again, I'm a bit disappointed that I didn't get hit
on (although I do think a couple people wondered how Shea and I ended
up in a booth together so quickly while everyone else was still
prowling.)  

Tomorrow, Shea and I are probably going to end up at an S&M
Swingers Club and walk around thinking “Oh, aren't these French people
fashionable with their assless leather chaps and handcuff necklaces?”

Man, we're sheltered on the prairies…

Bonsoir, je n'ai aucun poisson

Despite the ribbing I took from my much hipper, cooler acquaintances
(who only listen to Franz Ferdinand and Sufjan Stevens), the Willie
Nelson and the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band concert was excellent last
night.  What can I say?  Both are part of growing up in rural
Saskatchewan and ironically, the opening act are probably more of a
strong memory for me while Willie Nelson is an artist I've come to
appreciate more as I've gotten older.

Very rare was the party during high school where the Nitty Gritty Dirt
Band's Greatest Hits album wasn't played.  (I can hear Quinn
snickering – he tells the tale of having a prairie based pen pal when
he was younger who kept raving about the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band – being
from Vancouver, he was sociologically incapable of understanding
why!) 

Now we're in Montreal at our hostel which will be home base for the
next week.  Just met a group of students who are up from Waterloo
and another guy who's from Calgary and that's one of the great things
about staying in a hostel.  Shea and I are going to head out in a
bit and just have a wander and enjoy the ambiance of the city on a
Friday night.  There's a Habs playoff game on as I type and if Les
Habitants win, it's going to be nuts. Au river…