E-Computing

For all the information we save online, somewhere, somehow, someone is saving this information on a small chip. Millions of people are emailing and blogging and writing in forums and posting interesting items...

Does it all take up space?

How is this space impacting the environment?

Should we delete information we don't need anymore??

Enlist Me

I love lists. Things to do... Spreadsheets... Menus... Sets of numbers... They all have order and rightness in this world.

And hey, here's a nice big list.

Yeah, I found it in an email forward, of all places (insert squishy sounds of rolling eyes).

It does have a few good'uns though: store brands are good enough, talkers should ask more questions, talent is often just hard work, and lastly, I'm wasting my time by proclaiming what I find important -- I really should just be doing it.

Ilana Talk

Happy New Year, 2008! I'm hoping this year will provide a little more stability than last in terms of job stuff and life stuff, but hey, something good always comes from something bad, right? So to start things off again for this year, here's a little exchange I overheard at one of our recent family gatherings...

My almost-2-yr-old niece was "explaining" (in her 2-3 word sentence structure) what a few different animals sound like to her grandparents and parents:

"Ilana, what sound does a dog make?"
"Wuhh wuhh."
"Ilana, what sound does a monkey make?"
"Ooo Ooo."
"Ilana, what sound does Ilana make?"
<pause> "... Ilana talk?"

And then later that evening,
"Ilana, what sound does a duck make?"
"Wak wak."
"Ilana, what sound does a cow make?"
"Mooooooo."
"Ilana, what sound does Daddy make?"
<no pause, big grin> "Ooo Ooo!"

Stewing Ashes

Forgive me Blogger, it's been three months since my last notation.

Long or short, it happened just as it is. Three months of softball games and tournaments, three months of typing up emails and filling out job applications, three months of waiting and watching. Sickness, health, and wealth and stealth. News and no news. Top in Canada with the bottom of the barrel.

And after all that time, now it looks like everything else is about to happen in just one short week...

I like the Toronto Airshow, Labour Day weekend every year. The Hornet never fails to impress me, get my blood running -- zipping overhead as if it owned gravity. I'm a big fan of engineering at it's finest.

Re-tiring

It must be an odd feeling to be facing your last day of work... ever.

I mean, you're done, that's it, your part is over. You've worked your whole life to retire one day and all you have to do is walk out of that door and walk away from the work-life you've know for the past... 40 or so years.

It can't be that easy... Suddenly there is no definitive length of time to measure this new segment of your life -- no date to mark on your calendar, no party to mark your next achievement. You're on your own.

You can do pretty much whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want.

Is that too much freedom?? Sounds kinda tiring to me, to be honest.