Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Things That Pissed Me Off This Month (August 2010)

  • Three words: animal rights activists. Let me explain. Walking around downtown Edmonton in the spring and summer is impossible to do without running into several teams of World Society for the Protection of Animals (WSPA) activists. Their's nothing inherently wrong with these people -- they're friendly enough, polite, and not overly aggressive in their sales pitch. Hell, a few of the girls are even kinda cute in a "harmless semi-hippie with a cause" kind of way. However, I ask you this: how far down your list of "problems humanity needs to solve" would you have to go before you got to "animal welfare"? High-50s? Over 100? AIDS in Sub-Saharan Africa, you say? Yes, but have you seen how dolphins are treated in captivity!? Lost a loved one to cancer? Sorry to hear that, but do you know how KFC treats its chickens? Yes, yes I do -- with lard and vegetable oil and it tastes delicious. I've got a suggestion for the WSPA folks. I say, until we've solved world hunger, lets outlaw any dog or cat food more exotic than kibbles and bits. And while we're at it, we should encourage people to eat their dogs to combat emissions that contribute to global warming. From this point on, my only reply to the question "do you love animals"? is "Yes, I love animals, they're delicious."
  • Edmonton's weather this summer. We're over half way through August at this point and Edmonton has not had a full two day weekend of sunshine once this summer. How is this even possible? Doesn't that defy some sort of law of physics. Even if you counted days where it was sunny during the day and only stormed at night, you couldn't string together a sunny weekend out here. And now, I awaken to this forecast this morning: http://www.weatheroffice.gc.ca/city/pages/ab-50_metric_e.html I challenge anyone, anywhere to top that forecast. In fact, I want to record it for posterity.

Thurs. - Smoke

Fri. - Smoke

Sat. - Rain

Sun. - Rain

Mon. - Suicide

Monday, July 26, 2010

Text Message Analysis 101

Some of my greatest ideas flow in the form of drunken text messages. These are not examples of such ideas. They do however say a lot about the people involved.

The following text message conversations took place Sunday morning.

Person A: “I’m chillin at the beach.. damn I can’t wait til we’re doing this in the Okanagan”
Person 1: “I'm puking in the dorms at Gonzaga.. damn I can't wait til I’m doing this in the Okanagan”

Person A: “I’m chillin at the beach.. so nice out right now”
Person 2: “Crown?”


Person A: “I’m chillin at beach.. you should be here man”
Person 3: “You know it’s a good party when you pass out on the couch and the cops show up three times”


Knowing nothing else about the people sending these texts, one can deduce the following:
  • 'Person A' loves the beach and likes to rub in the fact that Persons 1-3 are not at the beach.
  • 'Person 1' is living the dream. May have a drinking problem.
  • 'Person 2' hates life and everyone in it.
  • 'Person 3' has an incredibly short attention span which often causes him to ignore others. Certainly has a drinking problem.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Required Reading for July

  • If you haven't read Deadspin (http://deadspin.com/) you should. Probably the funniest thing I've read in months. And just in time for Canada Day/4th of July: How to Tap a Fucking Keg: http://tinyurl.com/36kg4et
  • Yahoo Sports' Adrian Wojnarowski rips LeBron and ESPN for tonight's infomercial...er, announcement of where LeBron will fail to win a championship next: http://tinyurl.com/293fc2h
  • If you read any LeBron columns today, read this one. Jason Whitlock calls Lebron's "lovemaking session with Jim Gray, Stu Scott, Mike Wilbon, Jon Barry and Chris Broussard" America’s first "all-male, PG-13 celebrity sex tape." A must read: http://tinyurl.com/32jduts
  • If you're having a little trouble stomaching the sudden deification of George Steinbrenner following his death on Tuesday, well, you're not alone. Here's a more realistic look back at the man and his legacy: http://tinyurl.com/28rrvel
  • The best op-ed I've read this month, which asks "when will the US go the way of Rome?" http://tinyurl.com/2547nre

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Victoria, BC: Faux Artistes, Faux Economy

Living in Edmonton provides you with many things. For instance, I’m able to earn enough money living here to actually afford living in the city (and I’m not talking about slumming it with a roommate until you’re in your 30s like in Vancouver/Victoria). However, the city of Champions (by the way, time for a new motto city council) does have it drawbacks. For example, Edmontonians get to enjoy roughly eight weeks of nice weather per year (give or take). Contrary to popular belief, this doesn’t make you appreciate the nice weather even more. Rather, it forces you to drop $2,000 every winter to escape to the tropics. True, we have the Athabasca River to visit during the spring and summer, but my idea of a day at the beach doesn’t include a brown river roughly three feet deep at its deepest point that smells to holy hell in the summer (I can see everybody in Victoria silently nodding while reading that part. However, as nice as Willows Beach is, keep in mind that you recently had a turd run for Mayor of Victoria). Long story short, living in Edmonton has made me appreciate Victoria to a degree not possible when I lived there.

Despite Edmonton’s negative aspects, it would be a mistake to overlook Victoria’s drawbacks. They do exist and can essentially be summarized in four words: “lack of economic opportunity”. Victoria’s top three industries (if you can call them that) are:
  1. Health care and social assistance (read: nurses who take care of old folks and care aids who work in old folks homes)
  2. Government (anytime time the government is your economic driver you’re in trouble. See: Obama, Barack)
  3. Accommodations and Food (90% Starbucks, 10% other)

Look, I’m no Paul Krugman but anytime your top three industries are end-of-life care, government and restaurants, you’re not going to be joining the G20 anytime soon. I’d re-order Victoria’s top three income streams as follows: retirement income, trust fund income, and real estate. And while an economy almost entirely reliant on retirees (and care of), wealthy students from out of province, and real estate might not lead to immediate economic Armageddon, I can assure you of this: Victoria’s economy has confined its native-born youth population to wonder the country as economic refugees. I know because I’m part of the diaspora. With few exceptions, those who choose to stay behind can look forward to bringing home about $50,000 a year (average income for Victoria-Beacon Hill) while trying to pay a mortgage of $3,200 a month on their $515,000 house (average Victoria home price). Okay, that’s probably not going to happen unless you marry up or come into a nice little inheritance. But even a condo will set you back about $2,000 a month which quickly eats into your less than $40,000 annual take home pay. How so many people do it is beyond me. However, there is one group that has managed to stickhandle through the barren landscape that is the Victoria economy. These walking paradoxes can be found everywhere in Victoria. I know you’ve seen them and you may even know a few. They are, for lack of a better term, “Hipsters” and they have been making my return trips to Victoria increasingly frustrating. How these seemingly unemployable faux-artists/philosophers have managed to thrive in Lotus Land is one of the great economic questions of our times. And I want to know how they do it.

Seriously, [insert complex financial derivative] are easier concepts to grasp than how these Starbucks baristas can afford to dress themselves in designer jeans and other hipster fashions while seemingly never working. Somebody please explain to me how, given the cost of living in Victoria, $8.75 an hour at your local Starbucks/Planet Organic provides you with enough money to take the afternoon off to brush up on your skateboarding skills? And if you're thinking the skateboard is a smart, low cost substitute for a car, think again. These guys have nicer cars than I do. And how the hell do they pay rent? Last time I checked the hippy commune movement went extinct about 30 years ago, so I doubt they're pulling a Manson family to save money on rent. The conclusion: these connoisseurs of PBR (now owned by one of the largest private equity firms in the world by the way) and thrift store fashions are generally students making the most out of their student loans and trust fund babies with a credit line paid by mom and dad.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Required Reading for June

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Required Reading for May

  • After Lebron's epic fail-fest in Game 5 of the Celtics-Cavs series, the media finally started to question Lebron's hype/legacy to this point. I thought this Yahoo Sports column nailed the issue perfectly. And I think we can forever kill the Lebron-MJ comparisons (or Lebron-Kobe for that matter): http://tinyurl.com/2adr2qx
  • Just in time for the FIFA World Cup, a 2007 Vanity Fair article on how Didier Drogba ended Ivory Coast's five year civil war: http://tinyurl.com/2cuezzz
  • If you haven't seen the documentary "Cocaine Cowboys," you're missing out. Go rent it. And after you've seen it you'll want to read this LA Weekly expose on Max Mermelstein, one of the central figures in the 1980s cocaine trade. Marmelstein spent 25 years in witness protection hiding from the Medellin drug cartel after he turned snitch. His testimony was instrumental in bringing down the cartel. A very interesting read: http://www.laweekly.com/2010-05-13/news/america-s-cocaine-king-hid-from-drug-cartels-for-25-years/1
  • Just in time for the French Open -- last year the NY Times did a great expose on Rafael Nadal. One of the best sports reads I've come across. http://tinyurl.com/o7poc2

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Only in Texas

Each morning, while I'm going through the news articles for the day, I try to catch a few minutes of the Adam Carolla podcast, which is generally a hilarious rant about whatever happens to be on Adam's mind that day. Periodically, he does a bit called "Germany or Florida?" where he reads the details of a news story and asks where the story takes place: Germany or Florida? His thinking is that generally when crazy shit happens it happens disproportionately in either Germany or Florida. I have a similar bit I like to call "Only in Texas" which highlights the craziness of the Lone Star State. The place has always been a little different but today I came across a story that is truly great. First, a couple previous examples.
  • On April 12, the City of Allen Texas approved a $120 million bond to pay for a 18,000 seat high school football stadium. How big is the City of Allen? 77,000 people. And this, during the worst recession since the Great Depression!
  • On April 14, a man in Garland, Texas was sentenced to 15 days in prison and five years probation after pleading guilty to stuffing a lead weight into a bass during a fishing tournament last fall. Because there was a $55,000 prize for first place,the man was charged with attempted theft over $20,000.

Granted, those stories might be worth a chuckle or two, but the awesomeness of the following story is off the charts. This morning, a co-worker forwarded me a story about Texas Governor Rick Perry (http://tinyurl.com/3xkz797). It seems the Governor was out for a job with his dog when he happened across a "wily coyote" (his words). What makes this an "Only in Texas" scenario is Governor Perry likes to take his jogs strapped with a laser-sighted .380 Ruger pistol filled with hollow tips (tevlar piercing rounds). I think you can guess what happened next. Said coyote approach him and his dog and Perry 1) allowed time for his laser sight to charge (seriously) and 2) put one round into the coyote which "became mulch" (Perry's words). Words cannot express how great this story is. Laser-sighted pistol? Check. Hollow-tips? Check. Repeated use of words like "holler"? Check. Use of the word "Reckon"? Sadly no. (Quick tangent: Reckon is one of those words you just don't hear enough of these days). The lesson, as always: don't mess with Texas.