Jason's Blog
Friday, March 1, 2019
IBM Think Conference Day 2
IBM Think Conference Day 1
IBM and SAP Cloud Platform: Agility to Intelligently Transform and Innovate Your Business
- Andrea Martinez, IBM
- Alan Shimel, Media Ops Inc (DevOps.com)
- Matthew Crabbe, QA Media
- Mick Ahmad, FannieMae
- Eitan Azoff, Ovum
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
1Q84
They have been in love since they were 10, but haven't seen each other since then, and are now lost in a parallel universe where "The Little People" control the world from behind the scenes.
The writing is amazing, layered, and at some points very dense and confusing. But it pulls you in even as it confuses you. Worth a read... a very long read.
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Wooden Spoons
Somewhere along the way I learned about this magic trick. It was probably from one of those “Owl” magazines you used to get for free or an episode of “Real People” or something.
What you would do is take a banana in the peel and run a needle and thread around the banana — ‘sewing’ it like you would clothing. Around the outside, pushing the needle into the peel just enough to pierce the peel but not the banana inside.
And once you go around the circumference of the banana, and then pull on the string, it would cut through the banana but leave the peel intact. And if you gave it to someone to open, they’d be surprised to open a banana that was cut in half inside the peel. Wow! What a cool magic trick.
So after doing it endlessly for Mom (who was a great sport about the whole thing, acting surprised every time) and Gramma at her house for Sunday dinner, it got old.
It was summer vacation, and things got old and boring fast. You know, no internet, no video games, and a small town you could ride your bike end to end in about 20 minutes.
So then something dawned on me. I could cut other things and fool people that way!
I even had a fancy-dancy workbench Uncle Don had made for me with a vice and real tools and everything… including a hand saw.
Now, what to saw. While Mom was away at work, I wandered around the house thinking of funny things to saw. And in the utensil drawer, I found mom’s stash of 3-4 wooden spoons. And an idea dawned on me from one of the failed magic tricks where the banana didn’t get cut all the way in half — just almost all the way. It had stuck together and you couldn’t really notice that it was cut at all until you tried to bite into it and it fell apart.
Now, Mom wasn’t big on using wooden spoons to, you know, spoon stuff. What she was big on was using them for spooning my ass when I really made her mad. And while that wasn’t very often, it was often enough for my eight year old ass.
So I picked up the wooden spoons in a heap and headed out to our garage, unloading them on the workbench. And I got to work — carefully putting each spoon into the vice to hold it steady but gentle enough not to mark the handles. And, using the little hand saw, sawed through each one near the end of the handle where it meets the spoon. Not all the way, mind you — that was the key. Only part way. Say 2/3 or 3/4 the way through. And after meticulously doing it to each one, I gleefully carried my bundle back to the utility drawer.
And then I had to think of something that would make Mom mad. Not just grounding mad, but mad enough to spank me with a wooden spoon. And I thought and I thought there at the kitchen table. Paula wandered in, and asked me what’s up.
So I told her my idea, and we thought. And then an idea occurred — Paula and I had got into another endless water gun fight the other night and I chased her into the house, squirting her with it. And that got Mom really pissed off. I didn’t get the spoon for it, but man it was close.
So, when Mom came home from work that afternoon, we staged an epic water gun fight in the back yard for exactly when she got home. She pulled her little blue car into the driveway in the back alley, and got out, curious about the commotion in the back yard. Laughing, she came in, cheering us on with our water fight like she always did. And after a few playful squirts at her, she went inside so her work clothes wouldn’t get wrecked.
And that was when we engaged the plan.
Paula ran into the house behind her, and I grabbed the hose, turned it on, and ran into the house after her.
Using my thumb over the end of the hose, I sprayed Paula and Mom in the back entry way, getting it all the way into the kitchen. I made sure I made a good job of it, hosing down both of them and getting the walls, the floor, even the stove.
And then the shit really hit the fan.
Now Mom didn’t get mad a lot. I mean, she had me, and I survived, right? Which was a lot to ask now that I think about it. But when she got mad, she got mad.
And this time I succeeded in making her mad… a bit too well.
She totally flipped out. Yelling, swearing, red faced, calling me “damn kid” and everything. Sweet, this was totally going to work!
I stood there, hose still running all over the floor, with a stupid grin on my face.
Mom reached into the drawer and grabbed the first spoon, and without even bothering to bend me over she whacked me in the shoulder with it. And I didn’t flinch, knowing what was about to happen.
The spoon broke perfectly. Flawlessly. Epically. The end of the spoon went spinning away on to the kitchen counter, while mom looked at the end of the handle with this shocked look on her face. I mean, it basically blew up when she hit me with it. She must’ve thought she really hit me hard, except that by this time I was bowled over laughing, dropping the still running hose onto the floor.
So she grabbed the next one, screaming, and hit me with that on my back. And the same thing happened. I was laughing hysterically, with Paula in the background laughing, too.
I’ve never heard Mom scream so loud as she went through the next two wooden spoons, one after the other. Broken spoons littered the soaked floor.
But I made a very big tactical mistake. See, I hadn’t thought the whole plan through.
What happens when she runs out of spoons?
Well, as it turns out, Mom could hit with her bare hands just fine. Whack!
My ass stinging, I shot out the still open door into the backyard, jumped on my bike, and just got the hell outta dodge.
And I don’t remember exactly when I found the courage to come home, but I’m sure it was hours later.
When I would only be grounded and put on kitchen duty for a week…
Sigh.
It was worth it.
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Halloween Scare
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Death Cab/ Metric show
Show just went on too long and the venue sucked. The BMO centre with it's concrete floors and general admission and terrible acoustics made it really hard to get into the show and stay. Why not play the Jube?
Anyway, it was mostly fun.
Friday, March 25, 2016
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