Song du Jour
Just decompressing after three days of workshops on teaching math in Whistler. Also discovering the genius of Delicious. Tomorrow I'll update how training is going (it involves running again).
Until then some fun with another song du jour...
Oh wake up, you’re getting old
I’ve been dreaming about mountains, you’ve been dreaming about gold
And if I ever make it home
Oh if I ever make it home
And my key won’t open the door
Well I’ve been thinking about selling off every shirt I own
To stand naked out here in the cold
Just trying to make it out on my own
Well oh my God it stills means a lot to me
Oh my God it still means a lot to you
Oh my God it still means a lot to me
Well the pretty girl said to me
You gotta take all the little pieces and put ‘em in one big box
And just throw away the key
And don’t you ever show it to me
Said I made that mistake before
And came home to find my life just spilled out on the floors
And she was trying to make some room for more
Trying to make some room for more
Well oh my God it stills means a lot to me
Oh my God it still means a lot to you
Oh my God it still means a lot to me
Song du Jour
Dan Mangan - Robots
Oh I don't know what you've been told
But I don't get out much these days
Waking young and feeling old
The days are no longer my own,
To piss away the waking hours
But don't, don't don't, don't let them go
oh don't, don't don't, don't let them go to waste
The fire in my eye is fleeting now
Your robot heart is bleeding
Tried to be the Robot King
And settled for the robot boy
Ring the bells that still can ring
And sing your stupid head off
To the ones who are not listening
But don't, don't don't, don't let them go
Don't don't, don't don't, don't let them go to waste
The fire in my eye is fleeting now
Your robot heart is bleeding out
And I spent half of my life
In the customer service line
Flaws in the design
A sign of the times
And that little voice
In the back of your mind
Just wants you to know
Just hopes that you know
Robots need love too
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by you
The Great Outdoors
Took the grade 8's on their outdoor ed trip last week. Spent 3 days in Garibaldi Park and did some fairly serious hiking, doing nearly 1000 m of elevation gain up to 1400 m on the first day alone. It was a good time even though the kids had worn us out by Friday. Pictures to prove it...
Always teaching...
Hiking to Garibaldi Lake in the sub-alpine...
Arriving at Garibaldi Lake...
Rubble Creek...
Garibaldi Lake...
Hanging out at Garibaldi Lake...
My best picture of Garibaldi Lake...
The boys taking a dip in Garibaldi Lake...
The boys realizing it's a glacial fed lake...
Heading out on the hike home...
Happy to be done...
Exhausted and waiting for the bus (notice I'm not the only teacher napping)...
Take Me Out To The Ballgame
Most don't get it. To be honest I don't expect them to. I understand that from the outside it seems slow, boring, and unentertaining. Hell, from the inside it can be that way sometimes too. But for someone who grew up on the game, a night at the ballpark is special.
It's a reminder of so many things. Driving somewhere on a summer afternoon listening to Tom Cheek call Blue Jay games. Playing catch and fielding grounders with Dad. Vague recollections of Exhibition Park and vivid memories of Skydome in Toronto. Endless pictures of a younger me in Jays clothing either playing myself or with my face pinned to the backstop watching the Jays at spring training. Evenings at the house park with the Poole's playing our own brand of baseball (you have to improvise with only 6 players). Nights with the family or sometimes just Dad at Nat Bailey watching the Canadians. Not to mention the endless stream of games I actually played in, practices and road trips to tournaments. I could go on forever.
So on Monday, the family made a trip down to Seattle to watch the Mariners play the Blue Jays. Just walking into the ballpark brought it all back. And walking down to the first row during warm up, all I wanted to do was hop on to the field and play a little catch or track down a fly ball from batting practice.
Needless to say it was a great night. I even reminded myself how to do #4 on the list of 75 things men should master, just like old times. And the Jays even won for once.
Sure it's not the same triathlon (not even remotely close really) but baseball will always have a place in my heart.
Truth
This is the truth. Deal with it.
Also check out the ORDER OF THE SCIENCE SCOUTS OF EXEMPLARY REPUTE AND ABOVE AVERAGE PHYSIQUE or OOTSSOERAAAP for short. I'm happy to say I have the qualifications for many of their badges. The one's I'm most proud of though...
The “I will crush you with my math prowess” badge.
Seriously, scary stuff.

The “I’ve done science with no conceivable practical application” badge.
There are probably more who are deserving of this badge than you would expect.
The “I’m into telescopes astro” badge (LEVEL II)
In which the recipient has had time on a professional telescope to view celestial objects.
AND MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE....
The “I AM actually a freaking rocket scientist” badge.
For members who can utter the phrase “It’s not rocket science” with authority.
Oh and training is going well.
Awesomeness
For those days when you're down and you need your desktop to remind you of your awesomeness (Amy and Brian, I know you'll appreciate this one)




