Jesse Rivest
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  • I am fully Googlified

    I remember years ago, when it was becoming hugely popular, how I was attracted to Google's clean/uncluttered and simple interface for a search engine. It was fast, too. I haven't bothered with any of the old competitor search engines for years. It was November 11, 2004 when I received my invite to try GMail - I bet it was Chris at work who invited me over the separation wall between our workstations. Since then, things have really snowballed.

    Read the entire story here [http://www.jesserivest.com/~blog/2009/12/i-am-fully-googlified.html

     

     

  • Talking is tiring, singing is not

    Talking fatigues me - it often feels like it's an effort to be audible, clear and articulate. I actually do feel fatigued after talking for an hour or more - I notice a strain and exhaustion in my throat and neck, and I feel like my throat needs a lot of.. ahem... clearing. Take tonight for instance, I was in public for a few hours and did a fair amount of talking - throughout which I noticed I was getting drained.

    read the entire story here

  • But you're Canadian!?

    Yes, I am Canadian. Yes, I should be able to handle the cold in Wellington; yes, it gets much colder in Canada. Actually, yes - I can handle the cold here in Wellington! It's really not that bad - I cycle nearly every day of the windy, rainy winter in a pair of shorts, a wool base-shirt, a tee-shirt, and a light rain shell-jacket. I warm up once I get going, and that warmth carries over into the first 30 minutes of my visit at my destination. After that, once I'm comfortable, my blood cools...

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  • SOCAN misunderstood, again

    SOCAN has recently dinged i(heart)music a retrospective licensing sum that may exceed $2000 for several years' worth of promoted music concerts. I read about it and I immediately sympathised with i(heart)music's situation, however I also noticed some misunderstandings about SOCAN. I would like to address these misunderstandings as neutrally as possible - and you might keep in mind that I am a member of SOCAN. (read the entire article here)

  • Why are CDs so expensive "down under"?

    What's the deal? CDs in New Zealand and (if I recall correctly) Australia are nearly double the price of Canada and the USA. In my several years of "down under" living, I've heard countless observations and discussions among other foreigners on this matter. For reference in this article, I am a Canadian who is currently "here" in New Zealand. (click here to read the entire article)

  • Swine flu brings back the word "swine"

    Does anyone mind if I make light of a dark situation? When I first heard tell of the recent global "swine flu" concern, I couldn't help but grin at the word "swine". In my defense, I was also lightly concerned for humanity - but it does appear that the swine flu is treatable and that some general precautions are being made to prevent a global epidemic. So, I'm going to proceed with the casual hope that we'll keep it under control.

    How about the word "swine"? This word... (click here to read the entire story)

  • I've been known to be itinerant

    I enjoy considering the meanings of words.

    I recall a couple years ago an acquaintance introduced me as an "itinerant singer-songwriter". I had to ask what that meant - itinerant - although if I had applied myself a little, I would have figured it out. I mean, I knew what it meant to have an itinerary!

    Also a couple years ago, Radio New Zealand referred to me as a drifter on their website... (click here to read the entire story)

  • Wind whips away good sense

    It's been a week or two - it's now time for our regular Antarctic wind to rip its way through Island Bay and northwards to the rest of Wellington. I'm typing now with icicle fingers.

    On the walk home from the grocery store I came across an elderly lady, probably in her eighties, coming out from the side of her carport to release a "rubbish kite" into the wind. I think it was a plastic bag that probably once held some potatoes.

    "It's not mine, so I'll let the wind take it," she explained to me, setting the kite free as I continued past her.

    Great. Nice one! So, what you're saying is: if some rubbish blows into your yard, then you don't have/want to deal with it; you'll toss it out past the border of your yard so that the wind can blow it into the next person's yard.

    Maybe one of her sons lives down the street, and this bag will land in his yard. I can imagine how he'll act when he finds it.

    My fingers have warmed up a bit. I'll go make some guacamole and salsa now, with thoughts of warm Mexico.

     

  • Cheesy wake-up

    I am not kidding - the very first cohesive thought I had this morning, in my groggy awakening state, was the following revised chorus for the song Blinded by the Light:

    * I was rinded by the white; wrapped up like a Brie, another Camembert delight

    How ridiculous! I believe that the word rind is normally a noun. The only verbal definition I found on dictionary.com was "to remove the rind". Yet this morning I brilliantly created a new verbal meaning: "to be enclosed in a rind".

    Go ahead. Say it. It's not the first time I've said something a bit cheesy.

     

  • Out for a drink

    Infer whatever you fancy from this tidbit...

    Last night was not surprising - it seemed familiar, really. It felt like a summarizing, if not typical, "evening out in Wellington" for me. I arrived at Bodega a bit early (music advertised for 9:00, but no one really shows up till 10:30 when the music actually starts) and sat alone with my pint for a long session of people watching. It was a young crowd and I was wearing my "IPood" tee-shirt, which garnered a bit of giggling and gazing, and the odd boyish comment. I was out to see a friend's band perform during university orientation week.

    A jolly roundish girl advanced across the room towards me - she wanted a photo of her and I with my shirt. We posed and her friend captured the moment. I responded to her inquisitions; "No, when I chose this shirt, I wasn't thinking it would pick up all the girls." I was soon back to my beer.

    At last, the music started. A tall Kiwi guy bopping beside me felt the urge to tell me, "You're looking really good tonight!" Thanks and a smile, and I bopped and dodged a little distance away from him. Neve and Deeps found me and we "danced it up" a bit - Neve from Italy, Deeps from New York. We became the Three Dancing Foreigners for the remainder of the first band's set.

    During the band changing break I was approached by my new jolly acquaintance. Turns out she's from New York, too. We had a quick chat until I lost interest and she left to find her friends.

    Ah, my friend's band started. A cute, smallish, Kiwi girl danced beside and in front of me for most of the set, which I found intriguing as there was more than sufficient surrounding space to warrant such proximity. In between songs I became friendly and asked her name. She looked at me with cinched lips and then decided to look away from me. I laughed and said, "It's just a name," to which she made ignoring efforts. So we kept dancing while I chuckled.

    The attractive Kiwi girl against the wall with the table-cloth shirt made brief, smiling eye-contact with me several times, giggling with her friend each time afterwards. I regarded her as a mirage oasis; a trickle of roaming stags were drawn to her visibly fresh, watery surface, yet they all soon wandered disappointingly onwards in further pursuit of a guzzle. I chose to not adventure forward to determine if there actually was refreshing water at that location.

     

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