tips on surviving meetings, etc.

Well, the types of meetings I must go to these days, I can’t be seen to be taking knitting/crafts, alas. Some people (not my immediate coworkers, I will hasten to add) have decided that it does not look like I’m paying attention, despite the fact that I’ve told them time and again (and again, and again) that needlecrafts help to focus my attention in meetings. 

So, instead, I take this:

This, people, is one of the most brilliant tools I’ve seen for getting through two and three hour meetings and looking like you are actually doing work.  Meanwhile, you are reading jokes, doodling with suggestions and generally having fun. 

My genius partner JJ bought me this at the airport when leaving for London in December, saying “This wuid be a grrrreat thing for all those meetins ye have to go tae, right?”.  His less genius partner agreed, and even took it back to the office in January – only to lose it in a pile of paperwork until quite recently.  But recently, it emerged, and has provided great hilarity. 

(Now, I really must confess… I wanted to bring my copy of Wreck This Journal to the ubiquitous meetings.  

However, I thought that even in the relatively laid-back work environment I enjoy, people might look askance at my ripping/pouring coffee on/stomping on a book during a meeting – particularly since they are all legal researchers for a living, and consequently love books.  But this begs the question, while on this topic – Holly [who put me onto this book in the first place], what’s up with your own copy??)

Anyway, if you need something to pass the time during work meetings and you can’t knit/crochet/otherwise craft/scheme there, pick up a copy of the Procrastinator Doodle Pad.  You won’t regret it, I promise.  

Now, although I suspect this is not the case for most of my regular readers, I, however luddite, am aware that there is a work-meeting-acceptable device already on the market.  I think it’s called a “Blackberry”.  Anyway, whatever it is called, Brouhaha, the Voice of Wisdom, is here to tell you all: 

Just because you’re diddling with an electronic device under the table, people still know what you’re doing – you are checking your Email, talking with your girl/boyfriend, wife/husband, etc.  Don’t pretend you’re actually doing work. If you were actually doing work, you wouldn’t be in this meeting.  And, by the way, there is no way you are so important that the person who sent you that urgent E-mail can’t wait another hour for a response.

(The following will only apply for those who are over 31 years of age.  Please correct me if I’m wrong about this, by the way.  I’m turning 38 shortly and for some reason this is bothering me.)  Surely you are old enough to remember the days where there wasn’t even any voicemail and people had to take down messages on paper slips.  Forget about the computer age.  Just give yourself some time to focus and relax and hark back to a time where others didn’t expect an immediate response the minute they pressed “send” on their message. Meditate upon a time that there was no “send” button at all. 

I do realise that the above message was rather hypocritical given that I am communicating it to you on… a blog!  However, relative luddite that I am, I still believe that we should use technology rather than technology using us.  I’m also a firm proponent of the idea that, when killing time in boring meetings, it should be kept non-tech.  So, pick up a pen and paper instead and doodle.  And, just in case you thought you were saving the environment by not doodling… it’s possible, for example, to doodle on newspaper.  

When I become dictator, by the way, I will authorize all sorts of activities to be done globally during meetings, including knitting and crafts.   (And, on that topic, I will promise an actual knitting related post on Monday 30 June… really.  I still do knit.  Honestly.)

Why, you may ask, will I not just ban meetings altogether when I become dictator? Well, I’ve thought about it… and the fact is that I believe as humans, we need to meet.  And talk.  And be bored. It’s part of the human condition and partly, I’m sure, what has led you to this blog. 

Thus spake Brouhaha. 

Wishing you all a great Friday and weekend.  And, to those who may have other reasons to celebrate this particular weekend, happy Pride!

Oh, and a PS – I do hope Spain wins the Eurocup.  The Greeks and Turks having been eliminated, this is the last dark and swarthy team I can cheer for (I would say “root for” but my Australian friends would snigger and tee-hee, and JJ would then get upset). 


Viva Espana!

 

 

 

stream of consciousness (oh no not again!)

Well, last evening there was a marvellous sunset for a change… partly, doubtless, because yet another thunderstorm looms.  But hey.

Isn’t it good and spooky-looking?  It actually made me covet (even more) one of these masks which I had seen on the Globe and Mail web photo page yesterday

Now, how’s THAT for a craft project?!?  They’re called “devil masks”.  The photo above is of dancers about to do a Spanish folk performance in Barcelona.

Ah, Barcelona.  Home of Gaudi mosaics!

I wish I could be 1/10 this talented… but at the very least I will definetely visit Barcelona as soon as humanly possible (although with the fuel prices where they’re at and the response of the airlines, I will likely need divine intervention to afford an overseas ticket before long.  Sigh.)

But something else is nagging me about Barcelona.  What the hell is it?!

Ah, yes.

I do hope you’ve all seen Fawlty Towers at some point. If so, you must remember Manuel – don’t you?! “I am from Barthelona” Manuel”, who has even been known to talk to Canadians from time to time!

And, there’s even a pinko poster starring Manuel, much to my general amusement!

I was still laughing at this by the time I came home yesterday.  So much so that the new balcony decoration escaped my normally keen eye until I went out to take the sunset photos:

Now, I do have a black thumb and all, but even stunned little me managed to pick up that these are actually fake flowers, not real ones.  I couldn’t figure out what they were doing in a planter with real dirt. So I asked J “His Master’s Voice” J, who is responsible for the landscaping at the House of Brouhaha (and who, I might add, has fallen down severely on the task this year).

JJ: Ah was waiting to see how long it wuid tek ye to notice… (consulting the ever present watch)…only 3 and a half hours.  No’ bad, hen.

KB: What?!?!?  What do you mean?!?  Are you testing me?  Where the hell did you get those anyway?!?

JJ: Ah’m surprised ye don’t recognise them – we’ve both bin trippin over them on the balcony floor this past month or so.

KB: Hey, there are two adults in this house.  If you noticed them a month ago, why didn’t you pick them up then????

JJ:  Ah was waitin to see how long it wuid tek ye to notice…

You see what I put up with?!?  Lucky for me, despite the global warming, the smog, etc., the sunsets in Toronto can still be lovely.

May I say it’s been pleasant chatting with you all?  But now I must away to get the first coffee of the morning…

Happy Wednesday!

my trip to the waterfront

Yesterday, JJ and I headed down to Harbourfront to check out a nautical/maritime festival.  I have not actually been to Harbourfront Centre for some time, and was surprised to see these new motifs all over:

Kinda cute, eh?

I also made some new friends while down there:

The Nautical Festival in itself was a bit of a disappointment.  There were some tall ships, both Canadian…

…and American…

… but we thought there would be more.  Nonetheless, the scenery was quite beautiful for the most part, if rather stormy:

That photo was taken at 2:35 p.m. or so and I was freaked out by the pink sky.

It then started to rain but then the geese came back:

…so we knew it was safe to emerge again

One thing that bothers me about the Toronto waterfront, though, is that it has really been destroyed by development.  For example, turning 90 degrees from the photo above, here is the view:

… and this is a photo I took of one of the ships above from (to me) the wrong angle:

But it’s still not impossible to see what things might have looked like in Toronto before the condomaniacs took over.  JJ talked me into going on a wee boat tout, and I was happy for that – at first.  Here are some of the views we saw of the Toronto Islands:

The water was very still… one day I will become a great photographer and get a true mirror shot in the water, but I was quite happy with this one…

… and here is one of the swans which inhabit some of the Islands:

But, eventually and inevitably, we had to get back to civilisation as we know it

Another thing that saddened me – the second half of the 45 minute boat tour was taken up with describing most of the corporate buildings which line the waterfront coming into Toronto.  Anyone coming to Toronto as a visitor and taking such a tour should really, really know that we have far more to offer than the Bank of Montreal Tower, the Toronto-Dominion Bank towers, etc. etc.

(Having said that, I did get a giggle out of the admission by the tour guide that most of our postcard photos have been subject to airbrushing to get rid of three particularly ugly buildings right in front of the CN Tower.  I would show you the true photo but I was laughing too much to take one, actually.)

Anyway, I’d like to leave you with this lovely photo of the Toronto waterfront… do come and visit, and ignore the whining above.

Happy Monday!

Kristina

miscellany

I was really happy to see again this morning that the Globe and Mail shares my predilection for the humble rubber duckie. Curiously enough, they had this thumbnail photo leading to a video of real life ducks who got stuck somewhere.

 

Hmm. Perhaps I should send them a photo essay of my little family? They could become famous!

I’m a bit scattered today because I just received some good news. I’m starting a new job on 1 August as a supervisor of the venerable “lawyers of last resort” who provide last minute legal services to tenants facing eviction at the Landlord and Tenant Board. Best part: my office will be in the same building I’m working in now, one floor up – close to Romni, bead shops, etc! So, three guesses where the little pay raise will be spent and the first two don’t count.

I’m so chuffed that I’m thinking about making myself a fabulous Robot Cake:

I mean, I’d really rather be at the beach:

…or starting up my new “goal-oriented sex” exercise plan that I read about this morning in the Globe:

Yes, yes – wishful thinking, I know.  But humour me, please.  I know I will never have the opportunity to engage in daily “exercise” with James Bond… but could someone explain to me just what the hell is “goal-oriented sex”, anyway?  What “goal” can there be (aside, in the heterosexual context, of either pregnancy or avoidance of same)?  Do we have to have “goals” for everything now, for Goddess’ sake?  Can’t some things just be fun?

Sometimes I despair of the 21st century, really I do.

Time to go and shop for some green frosting for my robot cake now.   A bientot!

 

Wherein the glory that was Hellas?!

Well, they lost. Again. And after I went and bought t-shirts and ballcaps!!

Just count me in as one of the ones making a left turn. Sigh. I did have to laugh at the tag line in the Daily Telegraph’s reporting of the Greece/Russia match on Saturday:

“Lightning does not strike twice, not even when the bolts are thrown from Olympus.”

Oh, well then. OK. I think the Brits are just showing their sour grapes off since they didn’t even manage to get a team into the Eurocup, anyway. So THERE.

I also loved the Greek team manager’s attitude. Check it out:

A miracle happened in 2004 but these kind of things occur once every 30 years, reflected Otto Rehhagel, the manager of Greece, who in Portugal oversaw a footballing earthquake. “I knew we would not be able to waltz through the group, we are not that good. But other teams will be going home, too – maybe both Italy and France,” he said.

Easy to say after the fact, no? But he had a smarter answer for the tougher questions…

“I know the games and I’m not going to play them with you. I know the question before you ask it,” he added. “I’ve said this before, Greece is a country where democracy was born so you can say what you want. Germany is also democracy which is why I’m free to say whatever I want.”

Germany?!? Hold on just a minute…

“I think the Acropolis has been around for several thousand years, and we won’t be around for that long – that keeps it in perspective,” the German said.

He’s GERMAN?!?!? Should have figured that out with a name like Otto, mind you. Was there some kind of fix, do you think?

(In case you’re wondering what in the name of Zeus the above cartoon means, I don’t know. But it came up inexplicably when I googled “big greek losers”.)

Anyway, at least I won’t miss any more time off work sleep watching thinking about the soccer matches.

Instead, I can spend more quality time drooling over my latest British TV-inspired crush:

I know, I know – I need to get a life. Or at least get back to knitting (and no, I haven’t forgotten that this is a knitting blog). I have a very odd combo of finishitis and startitis at the same time… I’ve put aside my three WIPs, but can’t decide what to start next. Any suggestions for 800m or so of lovely blueberry mist sea silk?

Wishing you all a wonderful week…

two pirates’ booty from down East

My fellow Canadian readers are probably well aware that the rest of the country tends to despite Ontario, and more specifically Toronto (because, after all, Toronto is the only city in Ontario… isn’t it?).

I never quite understood why – until I started amassing all the goods that JJ and I had plundered from our recent trip to Nova Scotia.  I have to confess that they were all steals, quite truly.

First up – check out this fabulous handmade cap I bought at a shop along the Cabot Trail called Sew Inclined:

Barbara, the shop owner, makes all sorts of handmade sewn goodies by hand… including this fabulous corset:

(And no, that’s not me in the photo.  I only wish.  I am still coveting it, but did have to show some restraint as it was near the beginning of the trip.  But she does ship…! Check out her website…)

I also must have been in quite the girly phase, as I ended up picking up all sorts of great jewellery in Halifax

I even found an evil eye pendant which all my coworkers tried to rip off my neck want:

And how about this fancy purse?!

I won’t bother showing you the dozen or so CDs I got, mostly in a great used shop on the main drag in Halifax.  I could have spent hours in there.

Now, don’t feel sorry for JJ.  He wasn’t left out either.

From the left: Hotoi, Annapurna we can’t remember but JJ is laughing at me because I came up with Annapurna which is apparently the name of a mountain somewhere other than Japan which is where this lady comes from, and Wee Little Leprechaun (which JJ has renamed Seamus – I tried to baptise him but JJ said that he’s a drunken pagan.  The leprechaun, I hasten to say, not JJ.)

Oh, and speaking of drunken pagans:

This should keep JJ happy for a couple of days or so.

Oh, and just to complete the full circle of shameless acquisitions – when I got back to the office this Monday, guess what was waiting for me there?  A little package from Blue Moon Fiber Arts

2500 approx lovely yards of “Lover’s Leap”…!

Ain’t it purdy?

Oh, and 3700 yards (approx) of the same in the fantastic Blue Moonstone colourway…

I cannot do justice to it with the camera, really, but here’s another attempt:


So – this should all keep me busy and out of the shops for some time, wouldn’t you say?

But hmm… what day is it today?  The 13th?  Meaning Sunday is the 15th? Meaning that today is PayDay… and a special rare Friday the 13th Payday at that…

Augh!!!

Happy Friday and a wonderful weekend to you.  I should note that I’m starting some unofficial summer hours for the blog effective now.  This means that I probably won’t be posting too much at the weekends unless the Moronic Muse moves me… please do try not to be heartbroken.  I’m sure you have better things on the go in the summertime anyway!

Stay tuned for a report on Greece/Russia fun on Monday!

the downfall of my people

My 10 or so regular fans may have noticed that I’m posting today’s entry rather late in the day.  This is because I was too depressed before now to turn on my computer. 

Why?

Greece got their ass kicked by SWEDEN in yesterday’s match!  Tell me this, how can the cradle of democracy, philosophy, ancient Gods, etc possibly lose to the birthplace of virutally nothing but depressing movies and cheap crap furniture?!?

Shame, shame!

That’s right, cry, you vlakas, cry.  But pick it up by Saturday’s game or I’ll really give you something to cry about!

I mean, really.  It’s completely embarrassing.  A country with 572 (or thereabouts) local soccer teams can’t get together one decent team for the Eurocup?!  Please.

I wonder if it’s because they decided to go with a new style of soccer cleats?

I mean, Takis nearly threw himself off my living room wall, he was so freaked out!

Well, smarten up boys, and fast.  I’m sure you can return to your former state of glory by Saturday, can’t you? 

And just remember – hell hath no fury like a Hellenic woman scorned!

And if you have any doubts about that statement, just call puir wee JJ.  I’m sure he’d be glad to fill you in on the truth…!

Happy Wednesday!

 

 

save the duckies!!

Yesterday, I learned with great dismay that the ongoing existence of rubber duckies in our society is at peril!

The poor ducks are yet again being libelled as all being carriers of Bisphenol A or BPA, and words like “contamination” are being bandied about! And, they’re selling replacement “enviro-friendly” ducks here in Toronto for $10. Methinks this is just another scam to separate us from our hard-earned dollars, frankly.

I’m now very, very concerned about my own little Duck Family – I’m really hoping that the authorities don’t come and round them up in the middle of the night. I’ve encouraged them to go into hiding (or to move to Sudbury, Ontario, where duckies are valued highly – they have a Duck Derby every year with a top prize of $10,000 to the lucky duck who wins!) However, brave souls that they are, they are intending to march on Queen’s Park instead:

But fear not, all. Quack has advised me that they are calling in reinforcements to help them in this struggle for their very lives!

An obviously fabulous artist called Florentijn Hoffman is the genius behind them.

Take that, duck haters!!!

A very happy Wednesday to you all. Must go off and prepare the duck shelter now…

fun crafts and weird phone hotlines

Well, it’s back to the grind – but what better to kick off my working week with some craft ideas, one quick, one interesting if you’ve got a tortured brain like mine? (Besides, I figure I’d better have some craft content on here before my 10 or so regulars wander away).

First up: you, too, can look like a lace knitting genius in ten minutes or less* by making yourself a
fancy lace bracelet:
:

* more than 10 minutes if you actually want to knit the lace… but why not just pick some up and say you knitted it! and don’t quote me, either!

And now for another tip which has haunted and fascinated me since I came across the concept: a tutorial onHow to knit backwards:

And speaking of “backwards”, now for a wee rant. Sometimes I just hate reading the paper. You see, I learned this morning that our Minister for Public Safety, the Honourable Doris Stockwell Day:

in his infinite wisdom, had started up a snitch line for us upstanding citizens to report illegal immigrants by way of anonymous phone call. The Canadian Border Services monitor this line, and they say that “no information, however trivial it may seem, is too small.”

Well, guess what? According to today’s Glib and Stale Globe and Mail, that endeavour has apparently generated a large number of bizarre calls.

Why? Well, some people apparently like to make crank calls. Others, no doubt, are mentally challenged, wandering aimlessly without treatment since they started to defund certain medical services and close beds in certain facilities and are merely looking for company.

And… some other people like to make crank calls. I know this might be shocking to you, but it’s true. Of course, I personally have never made a crank call – unless, of course, you count those ones that we made from the church hall payphone when we were all about 12 and resenting having to go to Greek lessons – we’d phone 411 information and ask for “Hooker Heaven”, etc. and hang up giggling. And let me tell you, the priest was not best pleased when he found out we were doing this. But I digress.

Anyway, here’s the types of calls they’ve been getting:

  • Caller wants personal information about her husband, but doesn’t know when or when he was born.
  • Caller says that psychiatrist is forcing caller to take illegal medication
  • Caller says he is illegally in the country, and demands to be deported.
  • Caller states he has a problem. His wife’s family is interfering with his marriage and he doesn’t want them to come to Canada.
  • Caller would like to deport a couple of people from Canada and she would like the website address to fill out the proper forms.  Caller is advised that it is not her decision who gets deported. Caller does not care.

I particularly like that last one.  I can think of a few people I’d like to get deported, Stockwell Day and his boss Stephen Harper being at the top of that list!

Hmm… where is that website?  I need to get hold of that hotline number!

Happy Tuesday!

“Advised him to speak with his wife.”

I’m not subversive enough!

Hi all:

I’m posting late today out of sheer depression.  You see, I came across a list of Excellent and Subversive Blogs today on line, and mine was not one of them. 

Obviously, the author of that post just hasn’t come across my blog yet… right?!  Huh? Huh?

In other exciting news:

  • I’m working on my mysterious Project Blue which will likely soon be less mysterious as I’ve decided not to submit it for possible publication after all.  I like it, though, and will post photos tomorrow or the next day.
  • meanwhile, my Sherwood in progress has disappeared!  I think I left it at the office.  Sigh.  Today is Victoria Day, meaning that I will be drinking beer rather than going to work, so hopefully it’s there tomorrow. 
So, I’ll try to drown my sorrows at not being subversive enough in beer, and I’ll see you again tomorrow!
Happy Monday!