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I really should write more, be it here, or elsewhere, no matter. I should be saying more about myself, not really because people need to know (well, ok, some people do!), I used to be so public and saying everything to the four winds, and now I feel a bit closed and inaccessible. I'm not sure why it turned out that way, but I have some good ideas, and they're all bad ones.

Maybe it shouldn't be as much as it used to be, that there's a happy middle to be reached. But this nothing, it's just another extreme. It's also not so much for my "readership" as for myself, more of a personal diary than a regular kind of blog, it's only public because of some strange personal convictions of mine, not because I'm trying to draft an audience. Would there be nobody reading this, it still would accomplish its goals.

For that reason, I'm thinking of separating this journal into a bunch of distinct ones (well, two, at the very least). I have some technical postings that I would actually like to disseminate more widely, and for which a readership of zero is a bit of a failure, and for those, the personal posts are just so much drivel to skip over. I also suspect the converse is true of those few who actually follow my personal posts, too!

That also gets me thinking about the people who are deleting their accounts on LiveJournal. I'm not sure I understand. Why don't they just not write (see, I was doing an excellent demonstration of that!)? This way, you can still read restricted posts, comment (and get notifications), etc... I can understand making all their posts private, or maybe even deleting them (although the archivist in me finds the information attrition saddening), turning off all the email notifications, but deleting the account? What's the harm in having the account at all?

In the meantime... I dreamt I was cheating on [livejournal.com profile] azrhey, just a simple kiss (not even a sloppy snog!), but something I knew full well I wasn't supposed to do, which I told her in the dream (waking up right after that), but I just felt tremendously uncomfortable, even when I woke up, I was feeling it, being all confused... Eurgh.
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Tour de Fat
Originally uploaded by Pierre Phaneuf.
After my recent trip to San Francisco, which included attending Tour de Fat (I won't say "participate", because neither [livejournal.com profile] morethanreal or I could wake up early enough for the ride proper), I've been re-energized about cycling. Going up the Wiggle in the middle of a foggy night, and still having other people riding the same route, seeing all of those fixies and also the pretty city bikes, it's quite the sight.

So when I came back, I decided to reconfigure my bike slightly, to make it more practical. I got safety skewers to replace the quick-release ones, so that I wouldn't have to disassemble my bike anymore, got myself a mini U-lock that is just enough, small enough to easily fit in my bag, and lighter than my big one. I want to get fenders, but apparently, that's rather tricky for my bike. In any case, the point is that I want to remove any friction to my bike being a day-to-day vehicle. And I think it's going well.

I did get a flat by accidentally riding on broken glass on Ste-Catherine Friday, which I got fixed at Belleville Cycle Co-op, and after getting that fixed, I figured that I'd go check out Revolution Montréal. On my way there, on Maisonneuve at the corner of Aylmer, a mother and her daughter were crossing on a red, not paying attention to either cars nor bikes, while I was going on a streak of green lights at 40 kph. I braked hard enough that my rear brake cable snapped (I think it was iffy already), after having left a good deal of rubber on the pavement already. Stopping about six inches from the daughter, the only casualties were thankfully only my right ring finger and the cable, of course.

I should get myself a cycling icon... :-)

And, finally but not least, we celebrated [livejournal.com profile] ayria's birthday and triumphant return to Montreal! It was quite fun, although it is weird observing my own behaviour. I seem to be much less expressive about my feelings (not just with [livejournal.com profile] ayria, but in general) than I used to be. I think I might have said this before, but being away for a while seems to have hardened me in a way that I don't really like. Maybe I was too expressive before, I don't know, but this is certainly too much the other way. In any case, I did enjoy myself a great deal, even if someone's definition of "footsie" seems to be "stomping on my toes vigorously"!

Moving On

May. 28th, 2008 10:52 am
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Reg Braithwaite was writing not long ago about how we can be the biggest obstacle to our own growth. It made me realize how I've dropped things that I was once a staunch supporter of.

I was once a Borland Pascal programmer, and I believed that it was better than C or even C++. I believed that the flexibility of runtime typing would win over the static typing of C++ templates, as computers got faster. I belived that RPC were a great idea, and even worked on an RPC system that would work over dial-up connections (because that's what I had back then). I put in a lot of time working on object persistence and databases. I thought that exceptions were fundamentally bad. I believed that threads were bad, and that event-driven was the way to go.

Now, I believe in message-passing and in letting the OS kernel manage concurrency (but I don't necessarily believe in threads, it's just what I happen to need in order to get efficient message-passing inside a concurrent application that lets the kernel do its work). I wonder when that will become wrong? And what is going to become right?

I like to think I had some vision, occasionally. For example, I once worked on an email processing system for FidoNet (thanks to Tom Jennings, a beacon of awesome!), and my friends called me a nutjob when I told them that I was designing the thing so that it was possible to send messages larger than two gigabytes. What I believed was that we'd get fantastic bandwidth someday where messages this large were feasible (we did! but that was an easy call), and that you'd be able to subscribe to television shows for some small sum, where they would send it to you by email and you'd watch it to your convenience. That's never gonna happen, they said! Ha! HTTP (which I think is used in the iTunes Store) uses the very same chunked encoding that I put in my design back then...

Note that in some cases, I was partly right, but the world changed, and what was right became wrong. For example, the 32-bit variant of Borland Pascal, Delphi, is actually a pretty nice language (ask apenwarr!), and while it isn't going to beat C++ in system programming, like I believed it could, it's giving it a really hard time in Windows application programming, and that level of success despite being an almost entirely proprietary platform is quite amazing. Even Microsoft is buckling under the reality that openness is good for language platforms, trying to have as many people from the outside contributing to .NET (another thing to note: C# was mainly designed by some of the Delphi designers). Imagine what could happen if Borland came to its sense and spat out a Delphi GCC front-end (and use it in their products, making it "the real one", not some afterthought)?

I doubt that's going to happen, though. For application development, I think it's more likely that "scripting languages" like Ruby, Python and JavaScript are going to reach up and take this away from insanely annoying compiled languages like C++ (and maybe even Java).

But hey, what do I know? I once thought RPC was going to be the future!
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A few weeks back, I found myself having dinner with [livejournal.com profile] tygrbabe, where I discussed with her the fact that I rather enjoy her company. She is one of my favourite persons, after all! She seems to be enjoying my company as well, which I find to be a relief. After all, this was fairly high on my list of things that I didn't think would be happening any time soon, after the events I mentioned in my previous post. But here I was, at the movies, holding hands and giggling. Life is weird, sometimes, but it could be much worse than this, I think!

The movie, by the way, was Charlie Wilson's War, and to make a quick summary, it included much more boobies than I would have expected. It's actually rather good, with some excellent work on the part of Philip Seymour Hoffman, an often underestimated actor, in my opinion. He seems to be often put in quirky roles, does well in them, and I like quirky.

Upon leaving the movie, I glanced at one of the buildings downtown, wondering what is happening at Google with my application there... Oh, yes, I was keeping a lid on it (well, mostly, as I'm hardly the most secretive person around!) until things were becoming a bit more solid, but I have been interviewing with Google recently, after some ex-Nitiot who's now there pointed them my way. [livejournal.com profile] tygrbabe pointed out that they wouldn't exactly hang a giant sign out on the side of the building, so we proceeded to go on a walkabout, where she threatened to push me in a number of snow banks.

After that, as I entered a metro station, I pulled out my mobile phone to send an SMS to the lady [livejournal.com profile] azrhey to let her know that I was coming back, as we had agreed. Doing so, I noticed that I had left it on silent mode, from the movie, and that I had a voice mail message. I check it out, and it turns out that it's an offer from Google! Heh, while I was wondering what was going on, they had contacted me. Which makes me wonder if they have some kind of mind reading device...

A few days after that, I decided to accept the offer. Turns out that this leads to a two weeks orientation that is to be done at their Mountain View campus, the fabled Googleplex. Checking schedules, this lined up to be starting the week after [livejournal.com profile] azrhey and I moved into our new place. As in, we're doing the actual moving on the Saturday, and I have to be there at 8:00 on the Monday. It certainly seems that I'm not content with my life being a roller-coaster, it also has to be doused in kerosene and set ablaze. Otherwise, it's just too boring, right? Thanks to the [livejournal.com profile] cpirate for the extra help!

Our new place is pretty awesome, if a bit dark (there isn't much lighting included, we have to get our own). The bathtub is big and deep, the shower is spacious and has a neat pane of glass instead of a shower curtain. There's a secret passageway to the bedroom. The toilets are fancy dual-flush models (about time we get them here!), albeit with non-standard fitting sizes (argh, the joys of being an owner, I guess). The shower and bathtub faucets have fully separate temperature and flow controls, like I maintain is the proper way (and is the normal way in sane countries like Denmark, and very common in the rest of Europe). We're missing a few items before we can actually have people over properly, like proper lighting so that we don't just sit in the dark.

Now, I'm writing this on the plane from Chicago to San Jose, which is going pretty well up to now, as opposed to my last trip to New York City (which the quick-witted among you will have associated with my Google employment, on top of visiting the fine people I know over there). On top of the Google orientation and overall excitement of being a "Noogler", I hope to visit [livejournal.com profile] morethanreal, see the Computer History Museum (which I've dreamed of for almost twenty years now!), and generally visit San Francisco. Maybe a bit much to pack in my free time, I'll see.

P.S.: You're reading this, therefore I didn't end up in a flaming plane wreck.
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A little while ago (okay, okay, that was in November!), I went to see Me, Mom & Morgentaler at the Club Soda with [livejournal.com profile] gregorama and [livejournal.com profile] tygrbabe. Oh my goodness, the energy! They did pretty well, for a bunch of fat people in their fourties. ;-)

On top of the sheer awesomeness of it, this was a rather significant event for me on so many fronts. To this day, I still remember parts of an evening I spent in St-Hyacinthe's downtown, on the sidewalk in front of one of the venues there, where I watched this band of insane people jumping around on the stage, being so completely and madly happy. That was sixteen years ago, and since then, lots happened, of course, and I didn't really expect to see them.

In fact, I didn't really even expect as much as to be able to pick up their CD, until that evening where [livejournal.com profile] tygrbabe and I wandered from one used records store to the next (and to the next, and to the next, etc!), and we found it! Actually, she had found it, and managed to snatch it away in front of my eyes, but it turned out all right, as she gave it to me as a farewell gift, before I left for France. That was eighteen months ago, and since then, well, lots happened (ok, well, not nearly as much as in the sixteen years before, but still!)...

Among other things, we broke up, and frankly, while I try to see the nuances and not think in terms of black and white, a pretty ridiculously significant share of this disaster was on my shoulders. People weren't around to see it, but it was a massive breakdown, including talks of breaking up with [livejournal.com profile] azhrey as well, for a bit. I've come out of this rather scarred and traumatized, and I'm surprised I didn't just lose it (or maybe I did?). After this, I was still thinking that non-exclusive relationships could work, but I was seriously questioning my ability to do it myself, and considering how much happier my life has been since I accepted this aspect of myself, this was some hard core introspection. Let's just say that the daily ride on the commuter train was sometimes very thoughtful. I have been, and still am, to a degree, ashamed of the all pain I've caused to the people who I wanted to hurt the least.

I finally figured that maybe I wasn't doomed to failure, if only I could manage to learn from my mistakes.
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So, a new year again, eh?

There was (in alphabetical order) Apples to Apples, Doctor Who, drinking, flashing (getting to be a NYE tradition!), kissing, making out, and so on. This can't possibly be all that bad, now, can it?

I went to the party of [livejournal.com profile] maery, Patrick and [livejournal.com profile] iangurudata with [livejournal.com profile] azrhey, [livejournal.com profile] liberation_now, [livejournal.com profile] obskura, [livejournal.com profile] scjody and [livejournal.com profile] tygrbabe, which was pretty cool. There was this thing with a clove orange going around, which was kind of fun, but provided me with ample occasion to face my shyness. I tried to do good, but I mostly fumbled and ended up feeling rather dorky, it seems. I reflected on the delta of going from partying in Barcelona to partying in Verdun for NYE, but while the venue might be a bit sketchier, being in good company more than makes up for it!

[livejournal.com profile] azrhey and I went back to [livejournal.com profile] liberation_now and [livejournal.com profile] tygrbabe's place after the stroke of midnight, for a nice evening of hanging out and playing games (Apples to Apples!). There, it was eventually discovered that Bailey's and wine are actively evil when mixed together. Very evil. As in, we all ended up sick, to various degrees. Eurgh. Still, a pretty awesome night.

We were going to go to my dad's for dinner the next day, but as it turned out, the snowstorm (combined with a nasty hangover) put a stop to that.
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I'm not much of a Christmassy person, it would seem, but hey, that's no reason not to have fun!

I received some well wishes from favourite people (ill wishers can stay home!), which was very nice and in some case, even took me by surprise! Ever since the adventures in France, I find that while I do miss people, I'm much better able to go on for long without them, for better or for worse. While it can be handy at times, I'm not entirely convinced this is fundamentally a good thing... I should get out more, which should also be easier when we'll have moved (which is less than a month from now!).

I got mostly monies from close family who don't know what to get me (and I'll give them that, it's hard to find good gifts for me!), despite having stated a few times that a gift-less Christmas was just fine by me. My sister gave [livejournal.com profile] azrhey and I some kitchen stuff, which caused [livejournal.com profile] azrhey to go on a chase to return the favour (she's all proper and stuff!), but it all worked out in the end.

There was the red scare, which was rather worrying at that moment (and caused us to miss out on [livejournal.com profile] swestrup and [livejournal.com profile] taxlady's solstice party, boo!), but turned out to be okay.

I had this strange dream the other night where I had a crush on a girl, and in the dream I knew it was a dream and I thought "hey, I think I might have a crush on this girl in real life, I better tell [livejournal.com profile] azrhey!", but when I woke up, I couldn't make out who it was, either I couldn't remember or she doesn't even exist.

This morning, in my sleepy haze, I left a "ten dollar tip" to the metro dude when I bought my monthly pass. Doh.
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Je suis allé aux feux d'artifice du Canada hier, à l'International des Feux. À part une ratée qui a interrompu les feux, c'était pas mal! Après un moment sans feux, j'ai démonté mon trépied, mais j'aurais dû écouter la Grande Roue (qui éteint ses lumières pendant les feux, mais ne s'était pas ré-illuminée). Oh well.


Vue d'un quai du Vieux-Port

Mais ce billet n'est pas à propos des feux.

Je n'avais jamais réalisée combien la ligne d'horizon de Montréal m'était familière et précieuse. J'aime bien marcher sous le Pont Jacques-Cartier et être recouvert d'un "ciel" d'acier et de béton. C'est gros, c'est certain, mais ce n'est pas trop gros, c'est juste assez. Je suis allé à Chicago, l'échelle impossible de la Sears Tower par exemple, auquel la plus haute tour dans la photo ci-dessus ferait figure de naine. À Toulouse, il n'y avait que St-Sernin, quelques autres clochers et ces grues de construction, qui n'ont rien du 1000 De La Gauchetière ou du 1250 René-Lévesque.

C'est clair, j'y ai habité longtemps, mais il n'y a pas que ça. Je me rappelle de la première fois que je suis allé sur la rue St-Denis (pour aller au Valet d'Coeur, ça doit bien faire quinze ans!), et que je m'y était senti chez moi immédiatement.

C'est la deuxième ville francophone au monde après Paris, mais la plupart des gens que j'ai connus qui ont habité à Paris sont contents de ne plus y habiter. C'est sûr, il y en a quelques uns qui aiment, mais ouf, certain de mes anciens collègues changeaient de couleur juste à évoquer le sujet! Dans le cas de Montréal, ceux qui n'y sont plus regrettent de ne plus y être, et beaucoup de mes anciens collègues de travail qui y sont venus parce pour y faire un stage en sont tombé en amour. Il fallait qu'ils habitent à Montréal, c'était comme ça, c'est tout!

Toulouse a ses attraits, définitivement, mais Montréal m'émerveille toujours, après tout ce temps, comment une si grande ville arrive à faire sentir à ses habitants une telle appartenance, qui fait penser aux habitants d'une petite commune. C'est plus comme un grand village, avec des gratte-ciels...
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Oh my goodness, what an awesome birthday party! Thanks to everyone who came, and also to all those who sent in their birthday wishes from far away (my phone kept buzzing all day!)!

We went to Old Dublin for a bit of the traditional burger and Guinness, where the staff seems to have recognized us after more than a year without patronage, not bad! They gave me a shot of Jamieson with a little birthday candle attached with an elastic strap, that was rather cute. Many people were making all sorts of "threats", and all that I asked for was that I wouldn't have to leave in an ambulance. Finding myself in a ditch the next morning might be okay (although I preferred avoiding that), but I put a ban on ambulances.

I was offered rather shockingly tiny swim trunks which were decorated in a pattern that I can't quite place or name. Probably for the best.

Mr Zion, at some point during the evening, asked what did I do to be surrounded by such beautiful women. While I couldn't answer his question, he's quite correct in his assertion, I find. An even greater mystery is how all of them who are going to read this are going to think I'm talking about the others, but not themselves.

A little bit before 23h, we decided to leave, as the music was picking up in volume, and [livejournal.com profile] jul3z offered we continued at her new place. At this point, I was reminded that convenience stores were just about to stop selling alcohol, so [livejournal.com profile] blacksquiggles and I ran off as quickly as we could to the closest store I knew of (at Ste-Catherine and Bleury!), and we bought as much beer as we could carry. [livejournal.com profile] xipetotec picked us up, and since all the seats were occupied, I went in the back of his mini-van, lying on the floor with my head between the two seats, where it was stroked gently all the way there (to keep me entertained, I presume, as I could only see the ceiling!).

There was a spanking, which is kind of traditional among these circles. Intriguing circles, those I live in! I was also required to model the swim trunks. Have I mentioned they were shockingly tiny? I was also given a bottle of Canadian whiskey flavoured with maple syrup! I'd like to try it soon, but it would seem I forgot it at [livejournal.com profile] jul3z apartment, in my drunken daze.

I regretted that I couldn't spend as much time as I could have wanted with some people, and yet even more were missed, but I've got quite a memorable evening for my thirtieth birthday, and I went off (in a cab!) satisfyingly tired.
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I've been lagging behind in a lot of things (sorry if you've sent me mail and are still waiting for a reply!), but I think it's been good for me.

The day after we arrived, I managed to catch [livejournal.com profile] serendipity_wpg's last show on the Fringe, where I met [livejournal.com profile] wlach, [livejournal.com profile] cpirate and [livejournal.com profile] scjody, without anything being scheduled. After a choriço poutine at Mondo Fritz, I even crossed pzion on the way home. This was pretty cool, for a first day out, having such nice random encounters even in a city of three million people!

After getting all my money turned into Canadian currency, I tried to pick myself a nice Linksys WRTSL54GS, to hook ourselves up with some wireless Internet (with some hackability in mind!), to no avail. I ran into the WRT350N the next day, which seems to be the replacement model (had some issues with it at first, but it works perfectly for me once I restricted it to "b" and "g" wireless).

I also went for a drink with [livejournal.com profile] azrhey, [livejournal.com profile] cpirate, [livejournal.com profile] liberation_now and [livejournal.com profile] tygrbabe, which had me somewhat fiddly, but (of course!) proved to be quite enjoyable.

There was a visit by [livejournal.com profile] sps, [livejournal.com profile] swestrup and [livejournal.com profile] taxlady, where Settlers of Catan was played and I was soundly beaten to a pulp. I had cheese curds to console myself, which I was missing terribly!

I saw some of my old gang from cégep, where Mare Nostrum was played and I almost won, but Brain won finally. The usual...

I got myself some new shoes, which I find pretty nifty, but I then had the very silly idea of going for a walk before going to lab-synthèse-01. Going for a walk with new shoes, gah. I had soft ice cream to console myself. I had to leave before [livejournal.com profile] lautreamax got on, due to logistical constraints (also known as "living way the hell over there"), but I did catch (and enjoy!) his co-conspirator's set. More electronic music, more!

And today, we went downtown where I chatted with people for a bit while sipping coffee, walked around lazily and managed to randomly catch a 60% off deal on memory for my laptop at Compusmart's closing sale. Now writing this sitting on the lawn of the Place-des-Arts, from a spot in the shade, taking it easy with the Jazz Fest in the background... Nice!
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So that was that.

Writing this at 35,000 feet over the middle of the Atlantic, so if you're reading this, it means we didn't die a flaming death. Which is good, hopefully.

I guess I'm back, but in a sense, I'm going forward some more, not back.

Got tickets

Jun. 1st, 2007 12:01 pm
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Plane tickets have been bought. We'll be on our way to Montreal (via Casablanca, that'll be three continents in one day!) on June 16. Movers are picking up our things the day before.

It's a little better than coming here in the sense that I'm not headed into complete unknown (although there's still the question of a job, but not worrying), but on the other hand, this is a "rush job" that wasn't budgeted for in advance, and there's plenty of tricky bits.
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Today, we went out shopping a bit, to spend some of my truck wages (pretty popular in France, where apparently, as long as it doesn't say "euro", it hardly is taxable) before we leave. Got myself the new Arcade Fire album, a one of those fast CompactFlash, a shirt and a chocolate recipe book.

Not covered by my truck wages is a titanium watch from a collection I saw during our visit in February 2006 (where I almost bought one!). I have a strange relationship with watches, as I don't like timekeeping very much (I'd like to keep it simple, for example), but due to my snob, yuppie side (also expressed in my taste for expensive sunglasses, argh), I like nicely designed watches, probably as the only kind of jewelry I seem to tolerate on myself. Since I'm a snobbish bastard, I never found a watch that I'd like to wear, and I'd certainly not get a "normal utilitarian watch". In fact, I think I haven't owned a watch since, well, something like 1994 or 1995! So, after twelve years or so, I finally found something classy, made out of one of my favourite materials, and for a reaonable price, a nice souvenir.

To compensate for the classiness of that watch, I had some Kraft Dinner for, well, dinner. At about that time, the Toulouse Football Club beat the team from Bordeaux, thus qualifying them for the Champions League next year.

This, of course, leads to a bunch of people having apparently decided to blow up parts of Toulouse. Ah, the French...
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We're at the right place
Originally uploaded by Pierre Phaneuf.
After a smooth flight, [livejournal.com profile] azrhey and I arrived in Copenhagen Wednesday evening, greeted by [livejournal.com profile] skjalm, who's kindly keeping us safe from the elements, even kicking himself out of his own bed! Not to mention use and abuse of his Internet, booze, food, and what-not! He made us a very nice dinner of home-made lasagna, accompanied with some of the tasty mead that he's made himself. And a solid eggs and bacon breakfast the next morning.

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Photos from that trip can be found here.
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Much happened. There was (and still is, to some degree) blahness, so in my usual not so good way, I didn't write. But now, that was just too much of an action-packed week-end (relatively speaking, for my sorry little expat ass, as this is merely "the usual" for those of you still reading this in Montreal, I'm sure!).

I decided Friday that I'd go out. Not content with that, I also decided that I'd do it in my own particular fashion of completely disorganized randomness, going with the spur of the moment.

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Here are some of the things I learned that weekend:

  • Vodka-tonics are nice.
  • Leffe, while good, doesn't really do it when you're in the mood for Guinness.
  • When following random people, sometimes they're just going home.
  • I should get a lighter.

Also, on another note, it's off to Pamplona, Spain by train with [livejournal.com profile] azrhey tomorrow morning, to meet with apenwarr. And at the end of April, it'll be off to Copenhagen, Denmark to visit [livejournal.com profile] skjalm, and have even more adventures!
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Monday morning, I went to the Préfecture with [livejournal.com profile] azrhey (thank goodness!).

Lots of waiting, but that I expected. I didn't expect the person to be so stuck to the letter of the word as to not get the part where my visa says that "I don't have to have a work permit" doesn't meant that I can't have a work permit! [livejournal.com profile] azrhey ended up composing a letter to the Préfet saying that his esteemed colleagues at the Consulat de France à Montréal were a bunch of morons or something to that effect, and please let me have a work permit. Which I then had to transcribe nicely.

I managed to screw up signing my own name, too, so really, I'm quite thankful to [livejournal.com profile] azrhey for leaving as little as possible to me to do (screw up?).

What an adventure...
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Saturday evening, [livejournal.com profile] dcoombs landed in Toulouse, and took his chance with us. He proved to be suitably not dead on his arrival, which is a good thing. Still, we didn't do much other than eat some of [livejournal.com profile] azrhey's food and chat on the first night.


dcoombs shooting me
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On Sunday, there was some walking around in Toulouse, taking some pictures and such. We had some coffee and cake at a tea house, after finding that one of our preferred café was closed (as is most of France on a Sunday). We then caught some apéro at Le Cardinal, having manly margarita, good caipirinha and decent mojito. I had been wanting to try a mojito for a little while, but while I find it ok, I'm not much of a rum person, it would seem. We followed up with dinner at Le May, which was quite nice, although unlike the last time [livejournal.com profile] azrhey and I went, we didn't see any fun being made of would-be customers who did not have a reservation (we had one!). We then went back home, watched some porn, looks at photos and stuff.

Monday was more of a staying at home, playing some Apples to Apples and chatting. His laptop can compile Quadra four times faster than mine. *sigh*

It was interesting to note how he apparently doesn't like a great many things about Québec, and how these things he doesn't like, I don't mind or even actually like, but they map to how I'm feeling both about France and Ontario (probably the rest of Anglo-Saxon North America, really), putting Québec (and particularly Montréal) in the middle of it all.

Tuesday after work, I went to the train station and picked up [livejournal.com profile] phrawzty and [livejournal.com profile] jenever, who stayed with us for a few days. We went out for pizza and had a wonderful time, if slightly fuzzy with wine, vodka and more wine. It was one of those evenings where we didn't feel drunk or anything, it was just well-sustained enough that we did wake up with a hangover. Nothing too nasty, but my getting up and going to work wasn't exactly enthusiastic. The stupidest thing is that while I had everything under control, turns out that the train I was aiming to try (the last until some times past noon) was cancelled for the "vacances scolaires". I had forgotten both my cellphone and my metro/bus pass, so I had to walk back home, but I pondered things (there's no bus in Colomiers anymore at that time, I would have had to walk or bike, and it was raining) and decided I'd just write off the day. But damn, I was actually there, at the train station (early, even!) and everything! I could have used skipping off work properly and staying in bed, say! Oh well.

[livejournal.com profile] phrawzty and I managed, after some scholarly studies of bas-relief at St-Sernin, that not only did they have pizza back in the medieval times, but that Domino's was already around (although it was called "Dominvs", latin and all).

There were some being lost downtown, some drinks, some beer, and finally a stop at Chez Pierre, where they could see the awesome waiter à l'œuvre. Then, more or less bedtime.

Weirdly tiring, having people over like that. It feels like there's some obligation to show off the cool stuff, and make sure we have a good time, because the time is limited. I try to fight this, and just let things be, but it creeps back, quietly.

OMG!

Feb. 26th, 2007 11:09 pm
pphaneuf: (Enlightened)
That happens to me all the time! (the arc leading to this started here)
pphaneuf: (Enlightened)
If, like me, you're kind of a nutcase when it comes to your music's meta-data, then, for goodness sake, steer clear of baroque and classical music!

I've been in the process of ripping Bach's Matthäus-Passion (BWV 244), on and off, for most of the day, typing such things as "Petrus aber saß draußen im Palast" and "Aria with Chorus (Soprano, Alto)", wondering about such thing as whether "Ripieno-Sopran" was missing a trailing "o" or not (it's German, it takes it in Italian and English)...

I also suspect some jazz could pose similar problems. Some electronic music also has plenty of complications, some tracks being remixes of other artist's work (I broke down and individually attributed each tracks of Aphex Twin's "26 Mixes for Cash", turning it into a compilation, which still seems odd to me), or in the easier cases, a track having multiple mixes.

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