Do you have to dial 416 for a pretend phone call?

It’s 4 a.m. as I start to type this, but I’m hardly tired. I just returned from C’est What in Toronto, the only stop on Lenni Jabour and The Third Floor’s Come Back Tour. (I took lots of photos, which I haven’t edited yet… I’m obviously not particularly adept at using my digital camera.)

Some quick notes which I’ll fill in later:

  • There are few things better than walking into a club and hearing Vilma Vitols singing Weill/Brecht during her sound check. (Missed the name of her pianist.)
  • Chanced to meet three of the York students—Andrew, Sarah, and Alison, plus their friend Darcy—now all grads, that I’d met at Rancho Relaxo in February. Completely failed (again) to hit it off with Alison.
  • Finally saw Paula Skimin, tapdanceuse extraordinaire, and drummer David Peters. She reminds me of a healthy-looking Aimee Mann. Missed the name of her drummer; she also danced to Drew’s solo double bass.
  • As of Sunday, September 15, the phrase damn cute is officially declared to begin with the letter C.
  • There’s a fourth floor. Happy birthday, Mr. Bannercramp!
  • Natasha has the worst luck. (Play the flipping music, Lenni!) Alex has the best shoes, and a very nice voice.
  • If Gabe wasn’t written about me (and I’m certain it wasn’t) then I wish it had been. (cf. C. Simon, You’re So Vain) I’ve got a new favourite song.
  • Too many encores to keep track of. The club was packed to the gills with fans—sitting on the floor in front of the stage, in several cases—which made it difficult for Rosalita to hula hoop (twice!).
  • Fanboy moments: a hug before the show, and a smooch (!) after.
  • The show ended at about 12:30; by 1:57 I had hits on my site (referred from Lenni’s).

And the answer to the question posed above, based on keen observation, is yes.

Planes, trains, automobiles… and photos

A great weekend so far. One Hour Photo was as creepy (and good) as was promised. The Sarnia airshow at Chris Hadfield Airport (as viewed from the Wawanosh Wetlands and elsewhere) was interesting and loud, and the Snowbirds precision flying team were impressive in real life. The drive back to London with my new vacuum cleaner (who said life was all fun?) and home-baked goods (ok, it’s not that bad) was uneventful (just as I like it–I put myself into a deep ditch on the same route several months ago). Finally, just returned from seeing Kathryn Rose at the Spriet Theatre in the first show of a seven-concert series put on by StudiO K.

That last item I want to write more about. The performance was an odd experience–I was kind of ambivalent about the music during the first set, but realized about halfway through the intermission that I’d really enjoyed it and couldn’t wait for the second half. By the end of the show I’d decided that Kathryn is a cross between Sarah McLachlan, Eliza Dushku, Salma Hayek, and… well, I haven’t figured the rest out yet. She stands unique as

  1. the only singer I’ve ever heard to use hyperventilation as a percussion instrument (it’s electronic on her sample track, so you’ll just have to see her live) and
  2. the inventor of the term house porn (referring to shows like Trading Spaces and magazines like House and Home), a phrase I’m going to steal.

Tomorrow, of course, is a field trip to Toronto to see Lenni Jabour in what’s to be her last concert in Toronto (indeed, on the continent) for some time.

CHUMming the editorial waters

The graphics staff at CHUM (CityTV, Bravo!, Space, et al.) have really dropped the ball in the last few months. Hardly a promo goes by that doesn’t have at least one major error in its onscreen text. One of the first I noticed was an ad for Grey Owl, starring Pierce Brosnon (Brosnan). Next it was Gandhi, a story of one man’s truimph (triumph). Tonight it’s the upcoming Stephen King movie marathon featuring Cristine (Christine). These are simply the first three examples to come to mind; there have been more than I’ve cared to keep track of.

It’s not like these names and titles are hard to look up; odds are the text is right in front of the person putting the promo together. It’s not like they’re unknown words. It’s not like it would take a long time to actually read the six-to-twenty words that you’re about to be broadcast to millions of potential viewers so you don’t make an idiot of yourself and your company.

I just finished editing the text of a brochure for a friend, and yes, there were minor errors in the 782-word document. But I’ll tell you something. It took ten whole minutes to read over five times, including looking up the correct spelling of two names and Strunk’s rules for comma placement. (Remember, this is over 35 times longer than the text in the promo advertisements; by my calculations, then, it would take about 17 seconds to check the ads.) She asked me to look at the document because she recognizes that the quality of the text reflects on the author. It’s a lesson the people at CHUM need to learn.

I’m hardly perfect in my writing–keep your snarky comments to yourself–but I strive to be as good as I’m able, and to learn when I make mistakes. I edit and re-edit even the simplest e-mail message, to say nothing of these weblog entries, and I correct the errors I’ve made when I notice them or when they’re pointed out. It’s a point of pride, but more than that it’s simple courtesy to the (few) people that (bother to) read what I write.

TBJ, part 5

BMO’s response: no Linux support (not that the OS matters, it’s the browser), and due to the unsecured nature of email they could not respond to previous inquiries (which were, by definition, more secure than most mail that goes through their servers). A word to the wise: it’s just about impossible to send viruses as text/plain (even if you use Outlook). It’d be funny if it wasn’t so sad.

Citizens is the only bank left on the list, but they’re also the only bank that hasn’t responded to my questions.

Why are things that should be easy always so hard?

The Bank Job, part 4

Answers from two of the online banks as of today. ING states that they don’t support transaction download, while President’s Choice doesn’t answer specifically; both support “the current version” of Netscape, but only ING specifically mentions that Mozilla hasn’t been tested; neither support encrypted e-mail communication; and President’s Choice wins the award for the longest message with the most material unrelated to my questions (like an explanation of what 128-bit encryption is). (ING also included a plug for their interest rate, but did have a sense of humour about the blatant marketing.)

I’m disappointed that I haven’t received a reply from Citizens Bank yet, although one’s been promised at the beginning of [this] week. I like the approach they take, particularly their ethical policy (for example, they will not invest in or do business with any company that manufactures tobacco products or derives significant revenue from tobacco-related production). All things being equal–and I can’t judge that yet–they’re probably first on the list.

No answers yet from BMO.

It surprises me that no financial institutions, particularly virtual banks, support encrypted e-mail; it seems a natural progression from requiring strong encryption for transactions. I’m more surprised that signed mail seems to be completely ignored–even an overzealous virus filter that strips off attachments (like an S/MIME signature) should still allow the text portion of the message through.

Lenni! Come back!

My Third Floor neighbours and I have been immensely enjoying our new locale of Montreal, and are soon off to Paris. I do hope you can come to our show as it’s the last we shall do in dear Toronto for the next spell.

Lenni Jabour

Montreal? Paris? Augh!

(And to think I’ve been encouraging Ms. Jabour to tour outside of Toronto. This isn’t quite what I meant, Lenni!)

There are few places more appropriate for Lenni to go, though–she’s got chanteuse written all over her. Best of luck, Lenni… keep an eye on les garçons beaux (and Miss Rosalita!), and don’t stay away too long!

She Spies Monk at the Lathe of Heaven

I mentioned a couple of days ago that I’ve been watching Monk, Tony Shalhoub’s new show. Having given it a reasonable chance (three episodes), and as much as I like him and the character, I think I’m going to give it a pass. The whole show feels somehow forced, and the performances phoned in, not to mention the transparent plotlines.

Much as I hate to admit it, I liked the episodes of She Spies that NBC showed in July. I take that back: I don’t hate to admit it, because I really enjoyed the show. It bears a lot of similarity to Once a Thief, a Canadian TV favourite from a couple of years ago. (I was about to write that that isn’t surprising given Jeff Reno and Ron Osborn’s involvement, but in looking up the link for Once a Thief I discovered I’d misremembered, and they had nothing to do with that series. They are associated with The West Wing as writers, though, which would explain the snappy dialogue in She Spies. Weird.)

Also caught the last 15 minutes of A&E’s Lathe of Heaven tonight (note no The). I was surprised not to see any Aldebaranians, which makes me curious what else was cut; Haber’s Alzheimer-like condition was toned down from his demise in the novel, and I’m concerned that things like the solution to racial harmony (turning everyone grey, and thus causing Heather Lelache’s entire existence to disappear) will have been treated similarly. But I’ve got it on tape, and will check it out… after tomorrow night’s premiere of Jeremiah on TMN. (Hey! Ingrid Kavelaars, who’s from Glencoe, is in Jeremiah. Why didn’t I know that until now‽)

Ricochet Rabbit

I looked up the word cranky. It said grouchy. I looked up grouchy. It said crotchety. No wonder you have such an eccentric culture: none of your words have their own meanings. You have to look up one word to understand another. It never ends.

J. Michael Straczynski, Babylon 5, And the Rock Cried Out, No Hiding Place

It’s been pointed out to me, most recently by my parents (of all people), that I tend to communicate in allusions. (D’oh!) I don’t think this is particularly unique: many of my friends have similar reference points and refer to them often. This isn’t a huge issue most of the time, but it does wind up excluding others from conversations… and some people get a little cranky because we do it so much.

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