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Wednesday, October 26, 2005

JCI World Congress - Midweek Update

An amazing event, again. This event is so valuable... 5,000 young entrepreneurs from around the world coming together to meet, learn and grow... yeah.

It's now 11pm local time and I have mostly recovered from jetlag through sheer force of getting up early every day because we have work to do. Jetlag has been replaced by a wash of utter physical fatigue and near total annoyance with my business partner, a pure soul who is equally annoyed with me.

We've managed to make it through the first three days without wanting to kill each other but things are now beginning to get tense. She is currently doing breathing exercises to get over her annoyance with me in preparation for sleep. I'm writing this to get over my annoyance with her. If and when she reads this she will no doubt comment that the breathing exercises have nothing, in fact, to do with me at all and that I am self-centred, which is likely correct. She is usually correct and always right, which is why I am always annoyed with her.

So far the shoot is going fairly well, with the exception of the rookie JCIte that we're supposed to be following. We recruited a Finnish 22-year old through a Greek staffer on Tuesday (yesterday) morning, but upon a closer questioning discovered that she was highly unwilling to be followed by us, and moreover that she would be skipping most of the important events of the congress. Strike one.

Later that day, on our own, we found Cashya, a charming lady from Abu Dhabi, who proved to be eloquent and willing to be featured, and whose friends find it endlessly amusing that we want to feature her in these promotions. I caught up with her and her friends last night at German Night, where they apparently had 4,000 guests (I have been to parties with 4000 guests and don't believe it; I think it was closer to 1,500, still a respectable number). Anyway, Cashya is leaving tomorrow. Strike 2.

Tomorrow, the debate competition, the best business plan competition, a keynote speaker, a zillion seminars, and the hunt for a valid first-timer continues...

Sunday, October 23, 2005

En Route to Vienna

October 23, 2005

It's 6:46AM in Vienna, and 11:45pm in Toronto, but I still feel like it's 9:45pm.

I am not sure what time it is, but one thing I'm sure of is that the bathroom, at least 15 seats ahead of me, smells bad enough that a recent trip in that direction was ill-advised. If I had been paying close enough attention, I would have known that from here. What nasty wurst must have caused such an atrocity?

The good news is that Shelley and I have managed to score an entire row to ourselves, thanks to an unusually gracious ticket agent. As soon as that seat-belt sign comes down Shelley will spread herself over three of these four seats and I will continue to occupy this seat and much of the available floor space.

Last night, we hosted a large party, the second such celebration this year. Norm's house was packed, people were well behaved. We have lots of leftover beer and sausage. This time we anticipated vast numbers of attendees and we got them, but not everyone I expected to come did. Joel Goldstein at Sing Your Heart Out provided a fantastic party tent

Their loss. We rocked Norm's house until 3:30am. As a host I felt for a while that I should stay till the end, but as the dancefloor was still literally bouncing and the bar remained in moderate use, I knew it was a matter of hours and not minutes before the last stragglers stumbled out. When I went back today to pick up the projector and our beer-splattered VCR, he graciously lied to me and said it was shut down by 4. I am still blown away that neither neighbours nor police came to express their displeasure at the revelry.

What madness awaits us in Vienna? We still have no idea what hotel we'll be staying in, nor do we know how we'll be making our way from the airport to the mystery hotel. For now, I'll just repeat the mantra... it's 7am, it's 7am... it's 7am...

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Finished, more or less

On the plane from Vancouver to Toronto, watching the fantastic four. they are not so fantastic but as airplane entertainment goes they are more or less par for the course. To make the situation even better, it sounds like victor von doom is messing with the audio feed on this plane.

Somebody just let rip with a truly rank fart as I was drinking my water. Travelling is great but flying is starting to suck. On the way here I had 2 executive class upgrade certificates, which don't say anything about having to upgrade from full fare only... but the lady behind the desk looked at me like I was a turd when I slapped them down on the table.

"Sorry sir," she said, not looking like she believed I was much of a sir at all, "you would have to pay full fare to upgrade."

"How much would that be?" I asked.

"Oh..." she tapped on the keyboard. "Full fare would be $1260 one way."

Right. So this guy next to me, he maybe paid four times what I did to sit there?

...there's that fart again...

Anyway, I feel good after only two hours of sleep this afternoon. The capture problem was as follows:
- journalling was turned on in the two new LaCie drives
- at two points, we had to do a hard restart on the edit suite because of some kind of hardware or software crash. Another time Jason was walking behind the suite and unplugged everything.

On one of these occasions, the journal on that drive was corrupted and it restored itself to the same state it was in Friday before I got here.

As soon as I get home, journalling will be turned OFF on all our drives. And Apple said that journalling just caused "performance issues." Total unrecoverable data corruption is a pretty big performance issue.

Anyway, I finished almost all the captures this morning at 10am, thanks to the good graces and the utter busy-ness of the folks at Image Pacific.

What the hell is up with the electronics infomercials on the plane? Come on, Dave Chalk. Stop pretending to be a journalist and just admit you're a cheerleader for those advertisers paying you to review their products. "Dance monkey, dance!"

$2600 or $600, you still have to breath fart. Where's my Gulfstream?

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

"Catastrophic Data Loss"

That's what's described in the article where I figured out what happened.

And that's what happened. I was able to recover an interview and two abandoned captures along with a whole lot of garbage.

17 complete of 24. 2 hours of time in here to go.

25 minutes

25 minutes remaining in the scan of the drive "Harvest." Will two days of work return to us? Or will I have to change my flight?

I guess that completely destroying my sleep schedule isn't the worst thing in the world, considering I'll be in Europe, 8 hours ahead, in just 4 days.

Just watching tape 14, the interview and tour with Vern, the land manager from Kawacatoose. All of this stuff looks great... the man is driving with one hand... then no hands... meanwhile we are blasting down a tiny little gravel road.

"This is going to blow your mind," he says. "A sasquatch living in an abandoned UFO."

On the big TV above the edit suite, a doc on P-Funk. I don't think I have the funk. There's a bit of the funk in me, but I don't have the funk. Maybe I'm Mr. Nose.

15 minutes left in the scan... 30 minutes left on Tape 14. 400 gigabytes of drive space left. 10 more tapes to capture. 4 hours 'till the workers arrive here at Image Pacific. Hopefully the folks editing H&V will decide to sleep in tomorrow.

Fall

I am apple cider. Tonight, I am cold. 8 tapes and counting.

You Are Apple Cider

Smooth and comforting. But downright nasty when cold.

General Error

General Error

It's just before midnight and I'm draining a big ol' coffee. It's now the fourth night in a row that I'm guzzling caffeine to stay awake, but this time it's different. I'm redoing work that I've done already.

I have a knack with technology. Everywhere I've worked I become the go-to-guy when it comes to troubleshooting computers, fixing broken locks, and making things work.

Is that why technology fails me so often? Because I make it work too hard?

Today, we reconnected the drives which we've spent the last 3 days painstakingly capturing our film onto, sixteen hours or more a day.

When I reconnected the drives and fired up the project file for "Late Harvest," the last drive we had been capturing to checked out OK. All the media was there. Then, I looked at the first drive's directory listing. Something seemed not-quite-right.

Last night, the last thing we did before leaving was connect both drives and painstakingly check every single file to make sure the tapes were all there, properly captured, that the audio was OK. It all checked out. We knocked down - carefully - and headed home, jubilant, excited about how beautiful everything looked, about how well the story was coming together.

So I just didn't believe it when I opened that drive and nothing showed. Actually, what showed was even worse than nothing. What showed was the backup of our iTunes music library, and that's IT. What good does THAT do me???

I've never seen anything like this before. We looked at it with Norton, with Diskwarrior, and now with Data Rescue II. None of them show anything useful. It's as if those 24 files were never even there. Norton was the only one that found anything - about 1400 numbered text files that it said were 1.5Gb each... meaning the drive would be 1.5Gb x 1400. Ridiculous. I continue trying to recover the data.

Tape 7 and counting. It's 12:30am. Another 13 to go.

Oh well. At least I get to watch CSI and drink coffee all night.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

A challenge: 100 things about me

1. This list came about because my roommate and business partner challenged me. She said, "When are you going to write something personal in your blog? When are you going to write one-hundred things about me?" "Is that a challenge?" I asked. "Yes," she replied.
2. I wouldn't have done this otherwise, but I was hoping someone would challenge me.
3. I am intensely competitive and tend not to back down from a challenge.
4. I am outwardly patient, but inwardly easily annoyed, which can lead to passive aggression.
5. I was born out of wedlock.
6. That means I'm a bastard.
6b. Actually, that's not because I was born out of wedlock (thanks, Shelley).
7. I often feel like I have to get away from people on the street when they're discussing trivial things.
8. Today as I was walking home from the streetcar, I overheard a man say to his female companion, "I can totally see Joanna falling madly in love with that lamp." I sped up so I didn't have to hear the rest of their conversation.
9. Sometimes I think about how batteries say on them "Dispose of properly," but there are no instructions about how to do so. I try not to throw batteries in the garbage.
10. Yesterday on the bus I told three year old to listen to his dad. The child was spitting orange spittle on the window of the bus, screaming and laughing. The kid didn't listen to me. He kept spitting and screaming.
11. I know more people than almost anyone else I know, which is strange, because I went to school in a town of 390 and grew up on a remote, secluded farm. Maybe I'm compensating for something.
12. My feet are between size 9 and a half and eleven.
13. When I started university, I wore "Large" t-shirts. Now I wear Small or Medium, even though I'm no smaller.
14. I'm losing my hair so I have to keep it short to avoid looking like a criminal element.
15. In some circles, I would be considered a criminal element.
16. I have been arrested, then spent 12 hours in jail, attended four preliminary hearings and had the case thrown out. My freedom cost $18,000; I am still paying this off. It was worth it.
17. I am lucky to have a few people in my life who care about me, whether I deserve it or not.
18. As I child, I often thought of how lucky I was to be born in Canada, to parents who were not wealthy, but who always loved me and were able to feed me.
19. I think we can rid the world of starvation, but I don't know how.
20. I used to have a radio show on cjsw fm called "the bachelor suite." It was between 2 and 5am on Fridays and Saturdays; I sometimes fell asleep on air. It was all about getting access to their massive music library.
21. My school never had more than 400 students, including kindergarten through high school.
22. On my last trip home, Dad and I counted how many families lived on the land he and his brothers now farm. There were between 15 and 20 homesteads on their farm.
23. I wish my brother and mother would move away from Lloydminster, even though it would break my dad's heart.
24. I am selfish.
25. I think of myself as an artist, but I am probably too obsessed with avoiding poverty to ever be a true creative genius.
26. When I got arrested, I thought it was about putting an end to substance abuse. Actually, I think it was about putting an end to treating women like candy.
27. I am absent-minded. I leave things everywhere. I leave keys in the door, cabinet doors open, apple cores in the shower, and my fly open. I used to sometimes forget to hit record when I was operating the video camera. In university I sometimes left the house after only shaving one side of my face.
28. I don't believe in God.
29. I do believe that there are forces at play in the universe beyond what science can explain.

30. In grade 11, all I wanted was to get a fat belly like the other guys in my class.
31. By university, I was over that idea.
32. I had a crush on the same girl for four years in high school. I never told her. I don't regret it.
33. In my first year of university, another girl I went to high school with tried to seduce me for several months. I was too dense and inexperienced to believe what was happening could be true. She was one of the most beautiful women I have ever known.
34. I am terrible at remembering names but I always remember faces.
35. I left home to go to University at 17.
36. I just learned that you can pay for a lot of favours with cigarettes, meals and beer.
37. I don't know anything about real poverty.
38. On my mother's side, my grandfather's family used to squat in houses in Moose Jaw in the great depression. He and his siblings would sit watch on the front step and when the authorities came, they'd whistle and the whole family would flee out the back porch.
39. On my father's side, my grandfather's family traded their first house for a homestead 25 miles from town. When they got there, they had no running water, no electricity, and lived in a house made of two old granaries pushed together.
40. At the age of four, I was electrocuted after sticking several twist-ties into the holes of an electrical plug.
41. As a toddler, I used to say that the bathtub was 'insurating.'
42. The day I learned to crawl, I crawled all the way up 10 stairs then cried when I got to the top, because I didn't know how to get down.
43. I met my girlfriend on the streetcar. We spoke for over a year before I asked her out.
44. She is a very kind soul but she likes to argue even more than I do. I love this about her.
45. I absorb the accents of people around me, including Alison's faint British accent. I know this is annoying.
46. My grandmother has researched the geneology of our family back to the 1400s.
47. I never used to care much about chocolate, but then I moved in with Shelley. For almost a year, we had chocolate every night.
48. My father told me recently that he "was once a socialist, but now he's become quite a capitalist. I enjoy the spoils."
49. I took piano lessons for two and a half years, then quit because I hated the fact that my mom, who taught me, knew exactly how much I hadn't practiced. This - a lack of practicing, homework, studying - became the template for much of my artistic life.
50. I learned to be OK with old people when my parents joined the Rock & Gem club. The Rock & Gem club's membership consisted of 30 old people, my parents and I. They used to go on 'caravans' where a big group of cars travelled together from gravel pit to gravel pit looking for gemstones and fossils.
51. I rarely vomit.
52. The first time I remember throwing up, I mistook the sensation for hunger. I reacted by eating several mandarin oranges. When we arrived at my grandparents house, I knew I had miscalculated. The results were dire, particularly for my mother, who had to clean up.
53. When my parents built their first house, a black bear and three cubs were sighted in the trees behind the house. Excited, my parents called my uncles and several friends over to see. Despite my parents' objections, the neighbours shot all four bears.
54. I have relatives who have tried to murder other relatives.
55. Cheese is one of my favourite things.
56. The last business card I received is from a guy named Sal Pacifico in London, Ontario.
57. I haven't received a paycheque since August, 2003.
58. I have dressed as a woman five times that I can remember. My thick five-o'clock shadow and heavy eyebrows make it a tough sell, but I am otherwise not a bad looking lady.
59. Last year I took a course called "Wisdom."
60. Before I took that course I thought I was a good person. During it I realized I didn't even do something giving every day.
61. I know my biological father's name and address. I have even been in his office, seen advertising for him on television and heard him on the radio, but have never spoken with him.
62. I think the planet is a kind of macro-organism.
63. I am a Scorpio.
64. I prefer black sport socks.
65. I go to movies by myself more often than with my girlfriend.
66. I am not a very good driver but have never been driving in an accident that would be legally considered to be my fault.
67. I grew an inch at the age of 22.
68. I love potatoes.
69. I have never eaten a steak as good as the ones I eat on the farm, but I've had better roast beef.
70. I have never eaten vegetables as good as the ones grown in my parents' garden.
71. My favourite colour is blue.
72. I generally follow UK spelling and grammar.
73. I grew up in a house heated by a wood stove.
74. I was born with six fingers on each hand.
75. I have exceptional friends.
76. I had a story published at the age of 15, and another two published at 18 and 21. I had two poems published, too. Since then I only write technical stuff, grants, this blog, and articles for the condo newsletter and a community newspaper called "The Bulletin"
77. I like to live amongst trees, but the closest visible tree to where I live now is a city bl0ck away.
78. I chastise people on the subway for not standing to the side.
79. When I was in elementary school, I used to explode into fits of uncontrollable anger, usually because people were calling me Jarhead or pushing me around. That stopped in Grade 7 after I beat up a kid named Tim Noble. He had tried to beat me up but I whalloped him instead. It surprised me. Then he got in trouble with the teacher.
80. I was and always will be a teachers pet.
81. I am a terrible employee.
82. I try to watch a documentary almost every day.
83. I try to write almost every day.
84. I never have time to do all the things I try to do.
85. I am a compulsive liar.
86. My favourite nightspot to hang at in Calgary is Ming.
87. I have never had a cavity.
88. I have tried and failed to be a vegetarian.
89. I went to Seattle on the bus when I was three.
90. My youngest memory is leaving the hospital after getting my sixth fingers cut off; I was six months old.
91. My grandfather was a postmaster.
92. I receive 30-100 legitimate e-mails a day and twice that in spam.
93. I want to live in a home with lots of glass at the edge of a lake, with lots of trees around me. I think it will be hard to find that
94. My IQ has gone down 31 points since I was 22. I can only assume this is due to drug use in my early 20s. Don't worry, I'm still smart.
95. What did I just say?
96. I like the hot, muggy weather of Toronto in the summer.
97. I have been to most of the Canadian provinces, except PEI and Newfoundland.
98. I haven't been to any of the territories.
99. I am working hard to get to Europe for the first time this October.
100. It took me almost a week to think of a hundred things about me, but I'm done.