Emails, Emails, and More Emails: Lent Change Idea?

I decided to do some email reviewing this week, basically how many emails I receive in a week, how many I spend, how many are purely work, how many are to friends. What I found was not surprising, I processed over 1000 emails in the week, about 100 of those were personal, and I sent around 350 emails. The sent emails is a harder break down between personal and work; many of those were forwards of interesting information or links that related to their work, but only sent because they are friends. This does not include messages received and sent by Twitter and Facebook messages. I didn't count those this week; nor do I have any plan to yet, mostly...

Misplacing One of My Laptop Power Adapter

I'm sure I'll find it in the last place that I end up looking. I like buying refurbished IBM Thinkpads for my daily work laptops; they are reliable machines, I usually get three to four years out of a refurb, and they all use the same power adapter. The advantage of this, for me, is that I know have "extra" adapters. I keep one by my bedside, two at my office desk, one at City Hall, and one portable. (One of my Thinkpads primarily sits at my desk as my Linux machine). Somepoint Friday or Saturday morning, I forgot or misplaced one of the adapters. Just writing this, I realize I probably forgot it at the local cafe....

Too Many People To Remember Them All

It seems only fitting that my personal blog returns to its roots as a place I explore my human experience. Tonight, I walked into the Mulberry Cafe, and there was a person sitting at the table across from the cash register who I recognized, my mind tells me I recently had a conversation with her, that it was positive, but I wasn't able to place the where or when. This is not the first time of late, just the most recent. In 2013, when at the Canadian Opera Company, I confused a university president from one institution with the president of another one. (I at least recognized they were a university president, and in my defence, I was actually taking...

Sometimes you just really like a set of lyrics

"Well Orville Wright Set his sights High up in the air Him and Wilbur worked day and night He didn't seem to care Well the town folk said if you were meant to fly God would have given you wings What makes you want to spend all of your time Building that flying machine And Orville said" For some reason, I really enjoy this sets of lyrics in the song Just What I Do by the Country band Tricy Pony. It's rather pointless, I guess I enjoy the mental image of just how crazy the Wright brothers would've seemed over 100 years ago creating the first airplane....

An interesting day, a random personal blog post

Nothing went as I planned today, and my mind isn't shutting down. Hence, time for one of my rambling personal blog posts. I slept in, I have a flood of unexpected emails (including one that really surprised), tested my memory a bit, had some fun verifying my memory recall, and had to remind myself a few times of the importance of focusing on the long-term and not the short-term. I'm ending the day with some RSS sorting and watching Pleasantville on the side monitor. I actually saw Pleasantville in theatres when it premiered in 1998. I got some gift certificates and went to see it for some reason I can't remember. (I only went to movies regularly when I was...

Big Yet Small, Hamilton Tales: Hamilton Wards OMB Edition

Hamilton is a medium size city, and you'll often run into many people you know in the same place. But how often do you run into them thinking about the same thing? It's 9:30pm, I print onto paper all of my OMB liveblog posts. It's about 100 pages. I hop onto a Sobi Bike and go over to the Mulberry Cafe to highlight key passages over coffee. (I'm working on summaries of the case for the week ahead) Arriving at Mulberry, a couple ask me when I expect the OMB ruling to be released. I get a huge smile on my face, pull out my binder of print-outs, and tell them, funny you ask. What follows is a good...

Coming Thursday in The Silhouette: My Follow-up to a 2009 Column

I won't give anything away, you can read it on Thursday. For those who read my work back in my early days as a journalist, you'll immediately recognize the column as an updated version of an argument I made repeatedly as an undergraduate: because students don't vote, they don't matter politically....

Fun with HSR Operators During OMB Commutes

For the last week and an half of October, I was covering the Ontario Municipal Board hearing at Stoney Creek City Hall. This required taking the HSR multiple times each day. I stayed at a friends in Stoney Creek to significantly cut my commuting time each day by 30 minutes each direction. At lunch, most days, I'd go to Fortinos or Eastgate, the lunch break being 90 to 120 minutes and there being no food options within walking distance of Stoney Creek City Hall. HSR drivers were excellent, watching for people coming out of the City Hall. Twice, operators stopped and waited for me to run for the bus - saving me 30 minutes of waiting. This happened three times...

Throwback Column: Students Vote or Face the Consequences

The following column was published on The Globe and Mail website on December 16, 2009. I republish it on my personal website now as the topic is revelant to some of my present coverage of Town and Gown in Hamilton's 2018 municipal elections Students: vote or face the consequences Joey Coleman, December 16, 2009 at 4:57 PM The next two calendar years are important for students in Ontario with 2010 municipal elections and 2011 provincial election. If students vote, they could finally see their issues considered by government. I'm not counting on this happening. Take Hamilton's Ward 1 as an example. Only 10 students who lived on-campus at McMaster University during the 2006 municipal election voted at the on-campus...

Change Your Space, Change Your Culture: The Seedworks Moving Day

Change Your Space, Change Your Culture is the phrase, and phase, in my office right now. The book is sitting on the counter. Today, dpai architects moved from my co-working space to new offices after a year of signficant growth. Here at The Seedworks, where I rent office space for The Public Record it wasn't just moving day for DPAI. Within an hour of DPAI leaving, most of us long-term tenants quickly moved ourselves into the large architect desks that were vacanted. Now, I'm having a little fun with this, the reality is that our co-working space dynamic is going to be different without dpai. Personally, I'll miss having building code experts sneezing distance from my monitor, and some of...