It’s become apparent to me that I need to start writing more, and the best place to do that here is here. And with a goal or putting ideas together about storytelling, this is going to be random and techy.
I woke up this morning at 12:45 to be sure I could get my hands on a shiny new iPhone X. And I was ready. Both the Apple Store App and the web store were loaded and refreshed and at 12:59, I waited. Looking for 1:00 to show on the clock and the mad refreshing to begin. But something happened… the clock skipped… 1:01. What? Was this a glitch in the matrix? Was this something else? Was I paying too much attention to something else? I don’t know. But within a few minutes, I got in and Inhad in my “bag” a 256GB Black iPhone X (image via c|net).
And I had a pickup time set for November 3, now all I had to do was pay. And then it happened. ApplePay said there was an error. I don’t know if it was frustration or panic, I felt, but I was suddenly far more focused. I didn’t want a shipping window. But in the 10 seconds it took to refresh everything, that’s exactly what happened. This time, I defaulted to the basic payment method. Entering numbers manually just to be sure. The result was a window. 2-3 weeks (November 22-29). Crap.
But maybe not. Maybe the skipped time and the ApplePay fail saved me. Block A of a Rev A device may have a few issues that the subsequent blocks may not have. It could also be that I get my date moved up. Who knows.
Thinking about this post right now, it looks very much like a journal, a story to myself. Now that it’s captured, what will it teach me? When will I learn it? Who will it enlighten? How can I grow ideas like this?
Edit… looks like I wasn’t the only one .
A week in Mexico was much needed this past week, but then on returning, I came back to the same cesspool that I left. While I so feel that I need another vacation, what I need is a change. Hopefully that happens in short order, and leads to better things. If it does that may be a vacation on its own. If not, these white sands and turquoise waters are calling.
So it has finally come to pass. boora.ca is going to be home to the extended Boora clan’s online musings. My niece Naomi will be writing at naomi.boora.ca. After a botched WP install last night, I got things up and running. I didn’t have a real FTP client to deal with the files, so that made things go really slow, and somehow a handful of files were missing and then the database kept getting errors. So I pitched in the towel and went with the one click install offered by my host.
So her toes are now in the water with a public online presence and potentially with some code geekery as well.
It’s a new world.
My favorite flower is plumeria. I first saw them in Hawaii and quickly built an association with the magic of those islands with the flower. But recently, in Mexico, I also saw them. Connected by climate, and the Pacific Ocean, these flowers always catch my eye and ease my mind. I thought this special feeling was only possible in Hawaii, but when I saw the flowers and felt that peace in Mexico, it occurred to me that it might not be the place, but it might be the Pacific (being on vacation doesn’t hurt). But then it occurred to me that I get a very similar in Vancouver when I’ve been out on the sea wall, so it must be the Pacific.
I don’t know what magic is in those waters, but perhaps it’s because they have no memory (Shawshank), perhaps is the incredible power of the water… or the great many mysteries they hold. Who knows.
Before Bug was born, the first vehicle that I purchased was a ’06 Highlander Hybrid. I loved that machine. I was always against buying an SUV because I saw them as oversized planet killers. But I told Neelam that if I were ever to get one, it would have to be a hybrid. And sure enough, that is what I got. At the time, the hybrids were all built on the Lexus production lines in Japan, and in talking to the dealer, the one that I got was one of the first few in Canada (26 I believe he said). Sadly though, I had to give up my Toyota and downsize for economic reasons. But as I’ve mentioned a few times, things seem to be getting better.
As the lease was about to expire on my Mazda 5 – a capable little run around in it’s own right – I started looking for a replacement, and the first place that my eyes looked was to the Toyota hybrid line. But as it happens, Toyota dealers don’t like easy customers. Lexus dealers on the other hand? Well they work their tail off, and they win the customers. So what you see here is not actually the Lexus that I would up getting. I wound up with a dealer demo, base model for about 15k less than the current year. Yes, with some added bonuses on top, I am paying less for a nearly new Lexus than a new Toyota… and I’m getting better service to boot.
The Highlander and the Mazda 5 were both named Stitch, but this new baby – a shiny white ES 300h, is Baymax.
Well birthday month is on us again. Between family and friends, there is quite a bit of celebrating to be had. But it’s also the month that the temperatures head back into the freezer. This year doesn’t seem to be that much different. One thing that is different is that this year, I’m changing my camera system. I haven’t dropped Canon completely, but I’m moving to mirrorless, on the Fuji X platform. I’m really looking forward to learning the new system, but more over, taking control of the process in a new way. Speaking of control, and this being one of those karma things that I am ever keen about. My current main body, my trust 7D, was purchased with funds from my severance back in 2010. I got it with the goal of getting my photography hobby to “puff out a bit”. Well it certainly did. Over the next 4 and some years, I collected all manner of extras and learned all manner of things about photography and myself. But with the exception of three lenses, a broken flash, and the 7D, all my old Canon gear is now gone to pay for the new Fuji. My trusty 30D that captured my nephew, the amazing Sigma glass, all gone. To be resurrected as a Fuji XT-1 body with a 18-135mm f3.5-5.6, and 35mm f1.4 lens combo. Hopefully this helps me grow again.
The image that you may see with this post is a typical long hallway in a hotel/motel in small town Alberta. All manner of doors going off to either side of a seemingly never ending hallway. After my last post a couple of days ago, some things have changed. Some appreciation has appeared inside and outside. So that is reaffirming. So it seems, as ever, all that was needed was a touch of patience.
I don’t know how long this current hallway is, and I don’t know what the doors are going to lead to, but I might as well start down the hall. My room is down there somewhere.
I’m no stranger to running into walls – the figurative kind, not the real ones. Things don’t always go the way that you want them to go, and sometimes it’s because it was never meant to be, other times it’s because there are forces beyond one’s control at work. It seems that “at work” is were the most recent of these forces came into being. After busting my back for years to develop a position, to advance into, it seems to have gone to someone else. This is the second strike after being ignored for all the work I had put in for a previous project. Some people dig their own graves by not working to their potential… it seems that I have the opposite problem. I work and build walls that prevent me from moving in the direction that I intended.
If I had moved in the manner that I intended, I think it would have made for a very festive Christmas time, but as it is now, it’s a bit dulled when I think of anything outside the home. Because at home, I have all that I need. Sure it would be nice to be appreciated at work, but that rarely happens. But I am pretty sure that I’m appreciated at home, within those four walls that I’ve built for the four of us.
It’s now December and after almost two months of being on the road, things are setting down. Well, perhaps. I’ve applied for a new position at work, which if I get will cause some disruption, but in a good way. I will likely be working more, but it will be at home. While I enjoy being out and about across the province meeting people and teaching, this time around it was harder. The lonely days were lonelier and the “hate” was there even more. Just like in the lyrics of Let Her Go, you only hate the road when you’re missing home. That rang very true for me over these last couple of months. I’ve never been so happy to be home.
This morning I also realized something. Even though I’m a photographer, and my kids will have all manner of images, Peanut’s images will likely be a little less creative. The reason for this is, life doesn’t slow for a while and with everything else happening, there may not be the novel instances for Peanut as Bug had for her first years. I don’t know if this will be the case, but looking at the last dozen or so images I have of Peanut. They are all the same pose, and while you can see changes… they aren’t as much fun. I’ll have to work on that.
This post is getting tapped out just before I get going to get home from Lethbridge. Having grown up in this part of the province, it’s always a sentimental trip. This time was a little different. With one more little person in the family, it got me thinking about what the world may have been like when I was that size as I passed through Brooks, Taber, and obviously Lethbridge.
But this was for work, and without the little ones. I’m thinking that one day I’ll really have to bring the kids through all the old stomping grounds. Even though for some of those places, it was more tapping and pitter patting than stomping.
In the mean time, we are getting ready for another first Christmas. I’ve got icicle lights to put up this weekend.