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Hello Scotty Loeb, my audience of one.

It was a pleasant surprise (OK, just mostly surprising) to log into WordPress (the magic behind this web-page) and see that I had an incoming link from another blog. Since I provide no compelling reasons for people to make this any kind of a destination on the web, and because I’m a closet internet megalomaniac (yes, I Google Gavan often), it was a heart-warming moment.

Now this has happened before, but I’m usually the target of some kind of blog spam (see here, for example, but for the love of god don’t click any of the links). To find out that a living, breathing human made a link made my day.

And for that, Scotty Loeb, I salute you (and link back).

MTV’s My Super Sweet Sixteen is my guilty pleasure

MTV made it’s Canadian debut within the last three months or so. I don’t think that I’m the demographic they’re aiming for, but I simply love to hate a reality show called My Super Sweet Sixteen. I watch with my mouth agog. I see it as symbolizing all the bad that’s wrong with North America in general and rich, white American sixteen-year-olds specifically. I suggest you spend your next Wednesday night at 10:00 watching it and screaming at the television.

Seems like I’m not alone.

Birding in the ‘hood

Went for a long walk with Heather and Ollie today. While being annoyed by dog owners who have their dog off-leash, let the dog run up to Ollie and then say: “He’s not good with Puppies”, I did manage to enjoy some spring migrants. My morning list highlights:

  • Baltimore Oriole
  • Yellow-rumped Warbler
  • A Verio of some sort
  • Black and White Warbler
  • Black-throated Green Warbler
  • Black-throated Blue
  • Redstart

The busiest spot was on the Davenport hill just below Casa Loma and Spadina House. Not suprising given that it’s the best habitat for migrants in the area.

This was a nice follow-up from the birding trip that my Dad and I took at the beginning of the month. I took some neat-o photographs, so feel free to have a look-see.

72 hours of Ollie: he’s doing fine

I’ve just posted a new gallery of Ollie photgraphs.

Here’s a nice one of Ollie and Heather:


Ollie is doing quite well. He’s slept well the predeeding three nights and let us sleep in to seven this morning. He’s barking at toys, running around and generally being a great little terrier. He was off his food yesterday, but ate his breakfast and lunch today. We put dinner down and he wasn’t interested. I’m worried, Heather tells me to cool down. At least he’s eating something, but I would rather it if he ate what he was “supposed” to.

“Good Samaritan” returns $1-million purse and proves that money does not buy taste

I was surfing the web, as I am want to do, and came across the following story: Good Samaritan returns $1-million purse

The gist of it is this: a Toronto family, in California for a wedding, left a gen-u-ine Louis Vuitton purse filled with jewelry and cash on a bench while sightseeing. They did not realize this happened until they returned to their hotel room (let me editorialise here–if I was carrying around a purse with shit in it worth a million, I would be paying a whole lot more attention to the purse then I would the sights. Heather and I had to take a cool one thousand dollars out of the bank to get Ollie and we were the most paranoid people while we walked back to the car. This purse was worth a thousand times our withdrawal. We would have been paralysed…) . They returned to no purse. Longish story short: a guy found the purse and rather than liquidating the contents, he turned it into the police.

Here’s the best part though. The good samaritan though the million dollar jewelry was value-village quality:

Sausalito police said Mr. Suhrhoff had thought the bag contained costume jewellery.

Ah…just another confirmation that money does not buy taste.

Students write the darndest things…

I’m in the middle of marking my student’s major assignment for the year: research essays on any topic of their choice that relates to the course’s themes. Generally speaking, this means that their essays should have something to do with the environment, art, technology, education, philosophy and culture. I’ve enjoyed reading them, but I can’t help but laugh at some of the unfortunate unintended meanings and statements.

For example, did you know that Giant Pandas can fly? “Roaming the high altitudes of China, this majestic animal has a population of a mere 1000 in the wild.”

I would hate to be stuck in the middle of one of these: “Climate change may also cause severe weather events such as hurricanes, tornadoes, thunderstorms, ice storms, floods and droughts, which in turn cause detrimental damage to the communities and cities that caught in the middle.”

Those aren’t mountains, they’re bodies of water: “The concern here is also about distribution, as Canada has a seemingly endless suppy of water, yet four of eleven provinces rely on the Rockies for a portion of thier water supply.”

You can get Mad Cow Disease from harvested masonry now: “The report of 2003 indicates that around 20 000 castles going to slaughter in the United States, only one cow was diagnosed with BSE.”

Gotta love those oxymorons: “Furthur in the near future…”

It was a true social event: “At a gathering I attested I met a boy who was blinded form life in his right eye.”

They puked the essay: “The forth cause brought up in this paper was road and highway development.”

I wonder what the responsibility looks like: “Whether for agriculture, health, cooking or cleaning woman bare the responsibility of water collection for these activities”

Introducing our new puppy: Foxrun Oliver Twyst (Ollie to his friends)

Heather and I would like to introduce you, virtually, to our new Border Terrier puppy, Ollie. He’s the bed-hog front and center in the photo below:

He was born on January 30th, 2006 at Foxrun Kennels, just outside of Beavertown, Ontario. Ollie isn’t home yet: we’re picking him up next Wednesday night. While we were visiting Ollie, his sisters and Jen (the owner of Foxrun), his dad came by for a visit and to be stripped. Basil (who is featured here) is his name and we got to spend about an hour with him as he was transformed back into a Border Terrier. He’s a charmer. We also got to meet Ollie’s older sister (who was about 2 years old and is the second dog on this page) and she was quite sweet.

I’ve posted some of the highlights in a photo album. And here’s a video of the puppies sleeping. Ollie seems indifferent to his sister rolling out of the bed.

Anna, JJ & Woody visit Riverdale Farm, Cabbagetown and Us!

In a feat of short-term planning (especially considering there’s a toddler involved with these plans), JJ, Woody and Anna came to Toronto today to visit us (us being myself, Lee, Katie, Natasha, John, Toby & Lexi) and visit some farm animals. Heather really wishes she could have come along, but was coaching diving this morning. I took pictures and a video or two and here are some of the results:

Anna & Woody

Have a look at the whole set on Flickr.

I also got some video of Anna singing. Have a look at the Wheels on the Bus.