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The McCanns

Wednesday, July 14th, 2010

If you’re in Western Canada, you’ve probably heard this by now. Wonderful grandparents, these people. Please have a look, and keep your eyes open for the vehicle or these people. Praying desperately for a safe return of the McCanns.

EDMONTON — RCMP have received more than 80 tips about the mysterious disappearance of Lyle and Marie McCann, including a report that their missing Hyundai Tucson may have been spotted in Prince George, B.C., within the past four days.

A couple came to the front desk of that city’s RCMP detachment Tuesday at about 2 p.m., saying they saw a similar SUV with an Alberta plate. They got a look at the licence plate and were able to provide enough numbers to match it to the McCanns’ plate which is ZPK-289.

Prince George RCMP are trying to contact the couple to ask more questions.

Police have finished collecting evidence from the area near Edson where the couple’s burnt-out motorhome was found and started distributing missing person posters along Highway 16 west.

RCMP Sgt. Patrick Webb said Wednesday every RCMP detachment in Western Canada is on the lookout for the light green Hyundai Tucson. Ten officers in Edson are working on every lead.

“Every tip that comes in is looked at. If they need 20 more (officers), they’ll get 20 more,” Webb said.

RCMP are visiting commercial businesses between Edmonton and Edson with posters displaying pictures of the missing St. Albert couple.

Lyle McCann, 78, and his wife Marie, 77, disappeared on their way to a campground in Chilliwack, B.C., where they planned to meet their daughter.

The pair was last seen at 9:25 a.m. July 3, when surveillance cameras captured them buying gas at the St. Albert Superstore Gas station. Their credit card hasn’t been used since they bought that gas.

Two days later, on July 5, a driver saw smoke rising above the trees near the Minnow Lake campground southeast of Edson. When fire crews arrived, they found a motorhome engulfed in flames.

Someone pulled the registration out of the motorhome before it was destroyed by fire and the documents showed that the McCanns were the owners. Police said earlier this week there was no indication the couple stayed at the Minnow Lake campground.

But a campground manager said Wednesday the RV found burned nearby had been parked inside the campground hours before it was discovered ablaze.

The employee, who identified himself as Tom, said the RV had been parked at site No. 8. Campground employees had unsuccessfully tried to find occupants.

“We knocked on the door,” he said. “We came back later and it was moved.”

Edson RCMP officers tried calling the McCanns after the burned RV was found.

They asked St. Albert RCMP to visit the couple’s home, but RCMP don’t know whether officers in St. Albert did so.

On July 10, seven days after they left their home, the McCanns failed to meet their daughter, Trudy Holder, in Abbotsford, B.C. She contacted RCMP to report them missing.

That’s when RCMP linked the missing couple to the burned RV.

Since then, RCMP forensic officers and provincial fire investigators have re-examined the burnt-out motorhome, now parked in a Hinton storage yard, looking for clues.

Police have looked at the couple’s phone and bank records and found nothing suspicious.

Webb said he hasn’t seen a search this big since the summer of 1982 assisting in the investigation of the disappearance of six people who had been camping just outside Wells Gray Provincial Park in B.C. The six were murdered.

With files from Brent Wittmeier

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Edmonton Journal

Happy National Genius Day!

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

“It’s the most wonderful tiiiime of the year.” -Bing Crosby

By now, you’ve heard an endless popping and zinging of fireworks, followed by gaudy parades and heartfelt communities singing national anthems on both sides of the border. The first was observed in Canada, celebrating a whole pile of years of being united in a cold country surrounded by polar bears on one side and prairie dogs on another. This was followed by even more intense (read: bigger fireworks and hats) celebration in the States, celebrating a whole bunch more years of not fighting with each other under the banner of bombs bursting in air and the red glare of rockets. And of course, we are now at the end of the week long celebrations, all finding their fulfillment in observance of a National Geniushood Day.

Let me explain how National Genius Day came to be. It is a long-observed Welsh tradition where families gather around campfires and coffeeshops and proclaim that I am a genius. The historical root of the Day occurred this morning when I was interacting with my history professor in University. In front of the class, I was arguing a historical position and used air quotes to emphasize my point. I sat down, and reflected on what I had just said, and realized that I completely misused the air quotes, and that I hadn’t made an ounce of sense. The genius of my genius, however, was that my prof took the time to disseminate my point, observing my interesting perspective of history, and even used the air quotes in the same manner I did. Thus, National Genius Day was born.

So Happy National Geniushood Day everyone! The ‘I’ in I am a Genius stands for me, of course, and not you. So really the holiday should be renamed to Shaun is a Genius Day of National Happiness. And the Shaun refers only to me.

If you’re looking to celebrate this national holiday (and you should, for the sake of your children and your children’s children), there are a few important doctrines to consider. One, I am really smart. Not of the ordinary, wow, that guy invented Kleenex smart, but smart enough to create a national holiday celebrating my genius. This has never been attempted before, if you disregard Victoria Day in Canada (first Monday before May 24) and National Pickle Day in the United States (November 14).

Secondly, take some time in your day to acknowledge my geniushood. Gather the family around a campfire, and lead your kids by example. Utter phrases like, The smartness of Shaun astounds my mortal brain. Your kids will be encouraged by your humility, and amazed by the sheer genius of me. Don’t spend more than four hours at this. After all, there are presents to unwrap.

Last, feel free to give me a call or email (or comment) about just how high I am on the smartosity scale. This kind gesture will help you to remember your place in the world, and more importantly, my place too. If for some reason you’ve not observed the holiday to its fullest measure, don’t feel bad. Celebrate it tomorrow too. After all, Happy National Genius Day comes only once a year, but it should be acknowledged every day in our hearts.

So go out, start a campfire in your backyard, and enjoy your celebrations and traditions surrounding this majestic holiday. Happy Shaun is a Genius Day of National Happiness everyone! Fireworks commence!

A Little Perspective

Sunday, June 20th, 2010

I know, I know. The blog hasn’t been updated for a few days. I’ve heard from you. This week was my week of huge exams, big papers, and a whole pile of Get and Forget (university-style learning). And, as you can tell, I’ve ranted about my frustrations. Well, last night I came across some images so profound, so perspective-changing, that things are a little more in focus (not saying that I won’t sarcastically rant about the perils of University life). So with that, let me give you some incredible images from the Vietnam War. And with that, hopefully, a little perspective too.

Persecution Protest

In 1963, Quang Duc, a Buddhist monk, burns himself to death on a Saigon street to protest alleged persecution of Buddhists by the South Vietnamese government.

When I was his age…

…I was probably still playing Nintendo.

Nothing Like War on TV

In this Jan. 9, 1964 file photo, a South Vietnamese soldier uses the end of a dagger to beat a farmer for allegedly supplying government troops with inaccurate information about the movement of Viet Cong guerrillas in a village west of Saigon, Vietnam. (AP Photo/Horst Faas)

Gut Wrenching

Puts our lives and our small issues in a bit more perspective, doesn’t it? In this Jan. 1, 1966 file photo, women and children crouch in a muddy canal as they take cover from intense Viet Cong fire at Bao Trai, about 20 miles west of Saigon, Vietnam. (AP Photo/Horst Faas)

Rolling to Victory

In this April 30, 1975 file photo, a North Vietnamese tank rolls through the gate of the Presidential Palace in Saigon, signifying the fall of South Vietnam. (AP Photo)

End of Life

One of those images that stay in your head for a long time, and make you ask yourself, “Is what I’m living for worth it?” In this Feb. 1, 1968 file photo, South Vietnamese Gen. Nguyen Ngoc Loan, chief of the national police, fires his pistol into the head of suspected Viet Cong officer Nguyen Van Lem, also known as Bay Lop, on a Saigon street, early in the Tet Offensive. (AP Photo/Eddie Adams)

Battle Reality

In this June 15, 1967 file photo, American infantrymen crowd into a mud-filled bomb crater and look up at tall jungle trees seeking out Viet Cong snipers firing at them during a battle in Phuoc Vinh, north-Northeast of Saigon in Vietnam’s War Zone D. (AP Photo/Henri Huet)

Climb of Desperation

In this April 29, 1975 file photo, people try to scale the 14-foot wall of the U.S. Embassy in Saigon, trying to reach evacuation helicopters, as the last of the Americans depart from Vietnam. (AP Photo/Neal Ulevich)

Giving Your Life

In this 1966 file photo, the body of an American paratrooper killed in action in the jungle near the Cambodian border is raised up to an evacuation helicopter in War Zone C, Vietnam. (AP Photo/Henri Huet)

Staying Alive

In this 1966 file photo, Pfc. Lacey Skinner of Birmingham, Ala., crawls through the mud of a rice paddy avoiding heavy Viet Cong fire near An Thi in South Vietnam, as troops of the U.S. 1st Cavalry Division fight a fierce 24-hour battle along the central coast. (AP Photo/Henri Huet)

Heartbreak

One of the most heartbreaking photos I have seen in a very long time. In this March 19, 1964 file photo, a father holds the body of his child as South Vietnamese Army Rangers look down from their armored vehicle near the Cambodian border in Vietnam. (AP Photo/Horst Faas)

Flying Out

In this March 1965 file photo, hovering U.S. Army helicopters pour machine gun fire into a tree line to cover the advance of South Vietnamese ground troops in an attack on a Viet Cong camp 18 miles north of Tay Ninh, northwest of Saigon near the Cambodian border, in Vietnam. (AP Photo/Horst Faas)

The Awful Reality

In this April 1969 file photo, a South Vietnamese woman mourns over the body of her husband, found with 47 others in a mass grave near Hue, Vietnam. (AP Photo/Horst Faas)

The Act of Heroism

In this June 1967 file photo, medic James E. Callahan of Pittsfield, Mass., looks up while applying mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to a seriously wounded soldier north of Saigon in June 1967. (AP Photo/Henri Huet)

Readying for Battle

In this 1966 file photo, U.S. Army helicopters providing support for U.S. ground troops fly into a staging area fifty miles northeast of Saigon, Vietnam. (AP Photo/Henri Huet)

Making Room for More

In this April 29, 1975 file photo, U.S. Navy personnel aboard the USS Blue Ridge push a helicopter into the sea off the coast of Vietnam in order to make room for more evacuation flights from Saigon. (AP Photo)

Little Ones

In this April 29, 1975 file photo, a South Vietnamese mother and her three children are shown on the deck of an amphibious command ship being plucked out of Saigon by U.S. Marine helicopters in Vietnam. (AP Photo)

Crossing the River

In this Sept. 25, 1965 file photo, paratroopers of the U.S. 2nd Battalion, 173rd Airborne Brigade hold their automatic weapons above water as they cross a river in the rain during a search for Viet Cong positions in the jungle area of Ben Cat, South Vietnam. (AP Photo/Henri Huet)

Coming Home

In this March 17, 1973 file photo, released prisoner of war Lt. Col. Robert L. Stirm is greeted by his family at Travis Air Force Base in Fairfield, Calif., as he returns home from the Vietnam War. (AP Photo/Sal Veder)

An Odd Campout

In this Sept. 21, 1966 file photo, U.S. Marines emerge from their muddy foxholes at sunrise after a third night of fighting against continued attacks of north Vietnamese 324 B division troops during the Vietnam War. (AP Photo/Henri Huet)

A World of Tears

I let this one sit with me for a while. Kids are kids, and their expression often tells the most accurate story. In this June 8, 1972 file photo, 9-year-old Kim Phuc, center, runs down Route 1 near Trang Bang, Vietnam after an aerial napalm attack. (AP Photo/Nick Ut)

A Picture is Worth a Bunch More Words

Monday, June 14th, 2010

Everyone knows that great athletes stretch before they play the big game. Hockey players skate around the ice. Basketball players do arm bendy-thingys. Badminton players…well, they probably just play. Consider this the “warm up” for your brain as you get ready to produce the next amazing innovation that will astound the world. And wear a head band. It’ll make you look sporty.

Winner Takes All

The Plotline of Most Romance Movies

MacGyver the Snail

Irony

Bet You Ten Bucks Paula Abdul is In There

Probably a Large Market for This…

When Life Hands You Beach Balls…[oh dear]

Endorsed by Parent Magazine

Nickelback Still Sounds Terrible

Where’s Aunt May?

The Sign of the Earthworm

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

“Earthworms produce what is probably the most valuable poop in the world.”
           -actual quote from allaboutworms.com

If you haven’t been paying attention lately, the world changed on June 31 when I switched the right shoe of a traditionally monogamous pair of shoes at Sport Chek. (refer to this article to revisit when the world changed).

I’m sure you’ve noticed the results of this change as well, but I didn’t expect the changes to be so swift. Yesterday, the changed universe paid a visit to my doorstep (doorstoop? doorstoopoppery?) and announced that it had changed.

At the time of the visit, I was studying for yet another fruitful* and useful** exam in pursuit of my Bachelor of Education degree. After looking at academic jibbabber for at least 10 minutes straight (ok, there were a few breaks in there), I looked up to find a spectre not unlike the Ghost of Christmas Past, except that it was an earthworm. Not on my binder, wiggling around, doing the wonderful things that earthworms do (fetch!). But in the front cover of my binder – in between the white cover and the clear plastic “here’s where I put my front cover” section. He was trying to make a home in the educational jibbabber of my binder. I say was because he was also very dead.

It was a sign.

So I did my very best impression of the learnedness I had experienced in academic circles. I took some time out of my day (okay, I was in class) and researched the significance of earthworms. Particularly, I searched out the religious significance of earthworms.

There was none.

So, in the Paula Abdulian belief that I can do anything, I hereby proclaim that earthworms are a sign of intestinal fortitude, good exam marks, and that someone will give you (me, actually) a million dollars this week (if you have eaten bread in the past 48 hours, it’s probably you). But this sign is only binding if they crawl into your binder (unforced) and die.

In support of this theory, (because that’s what we do in academia circles…we think up a theory that is difficult to follow without drugs, and then find all the supporting evidence we can possibly find that isn’t on Wikipedia…) I began to look for areas in my life that could prove my intestinal fortitude, great exam marks, or large black cases full of unmarked bills totalling a cool million. During the process of my research over the past hour, I reviewed my exam (because, as I said, I’m in class) that I literally guessed approximately 60% of the multiple choice answers on. Don’t judge me though – I studied, but my professor thinks of the learning process as a nonmusical, non-Alex Trebekian version of Jeopardy. So the facts are entirely random, like the year that Lagos, Nigeria experienced a population explosion (anyone know?).

As a result of guessing 60% of the time, vaguely recalling about 25%, and heartily (but quietly-ish) laughing out loud during the exam, I achieved the remarkable score of 85%.

Hence the earthworm.

So as a result of changing the universe a few days ago, I am now reaping the results. Earthworms are flocking to my binders (and by flock, I mean one divided into a bunch of pieces…hence flock), I’m expecting a million dollars, and I can eat hot-sauce perogies without any fear of soiling myself.

Or it might be that earthworms are happiest when they are surrounded by dirt and fecal matter, and the most valuable poop in the world was in my geography binder.

*fruitful meaning not fruitful
**useful meaning unuseful, disuseful, or like hearing Celine Dion argue with George W. Bush on the prospects of climate change.

Japanese Game Show: Happy Hump Day

Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

The Japanese are known for their amazing game shows (and lack of lawsuits because of these game shows) and they’re probably just the thing to get you over the Wednesday hump. Suggest a game like this to your coworkers today!

The Sandpit

Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

Many of you know I’m passionate about photography. And there are a few projects out there that are truly astounding. This is one of them. Using tilt shift photography, this project was created by Sam O’Hare, who is a genius with the camera.

The Sandpit from Sam O'Hare on Vimeo.

A Picture is Worth A Bunch of Words

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010

Ever have one of those moments where it would be extremely inappropriate to laugh? Like a funeral of a family member, at work during a board meeting, or at festival of music starring a line up of Shania Twain, Mariah Carey, and Celine Dion? These illustrations are simple, well-done, and darkly funny. Let them help you to sit through the fifth hymn of the service, that arduous board meeting, or through one more “wonderful” profusion of happy happiness from Celine’s heart to yours.

Just When You Thought Lego Was Safe

The Truth about Nessie

In Defense of the Professional Education System

Global Warming is not the Issue

I’d Only Watch for the Crashes…

Dream Bigger

WWMD…the true WMDs

Even Swiss Cheese is Multifunctional

The Dreams of a Generation

Global Warming Solves Everything

Got Earthquake?

Monday, June 7th, 2010

You know those sites you check all the time, hoping that there’s some new information with which you can fill your brain (or your time, especially when it’s Monday morning)? Welcome to your new addiction.

It isn’t often that earthquakes make the news, unless the news is catastrophic. I was under the impression that earthquakes happen 2-3 times per month, or every time that Celine Dion appears in the news. I came upon a fascinating site the other day, available at niceone.org which displays the amazing amount of earthquakes over the past seven days. It doesn’t stop there, but displays the size (amplitude) of the earthquake. This goes to show just how inadequate news coverage truly is when it comes to world events. Judging by the size of some of the larger earthquakes (and location), it looks as though you could have a news station just covering earthquakes (EEQ? Earth EarthQuake news?)

All right, back to your workday.

The Truth About University Life

Friday, June 4th, 2010

“It’s my edumucational right – nay, privilege! – to sound like a moron. After all, I have a degree.”

My Credentials: 4 years of College, 1.4 years of University College, 2 years of University, 1 year of Trade School.

I know, I’m a genius.

If you find this impressive, that’s a good test that you might be legally insane or in need of a Psychology Degree from the WAYS Institute of Counseling (WAYS stands for “What, Are You Stupid?!”). I have had good profs, and I have had terrible profs. I have had teachers who have taught me the “genius of their genius” and a few who have shaped my life. As I wind my academic career to a close in 2011 (hopefully never again, lest we forget), I thought it would be important to dispense with my own wisdom about University.

By University standards, I have 7.4 years of University experience (although legally I have a bunch of minor degrees and extraneous classes) and 1 year of “field experience”. So let’s do some University math. Forget the degrees for a moment. Let’s go for the bigger picture. If I have spent a total of 8.4 years at University, then I have completed my Bachelors in University (4 years), Masters in University (2 years) AND LO AND BEHOLD my Doctorate in University (2.4 years).

Again, genius.

I am the first self-awarded, full-fledged Doctor of University. (Please, just call me Shaun. We’re friends and I majored in humility). So with that, here is my thesis on university life. In the spirit of academic honesty, I have taken great pains to plagiarize portions of this, and rewrite a bit, and even add my own thoughts occasionally.

University is a place of Edumucation

Shaun Smith, PhD. and genius-person

University is a grand institution where the flowers grow alongside the trivial knowledge of its students, where white-tailed deer prance alongside the dancing masses of positive-thinking scholars who dispense with their knowledge freely (for a nominal fee, which is not very nominal). In order to be successful in University, there are 6 steps to consider (and follow).

One: Follow the _________ Brick Road

University is a place where you will learn the importance of money. Your money just helped pay for the hoards of laborers laying down stylized bricks (let’s call it the Yellow Brick road to your future success) all across campus. Those perfectly trimmed trees? A president with a private chaffeur? Now you know how importance of your money.

Two: Jibbabbery is THE word

As you prepare your mind for all the wonders that you will learn, remember to keep your mind organized. Here are the two categories of organization that you will need in order to succeed.

One – As you attend class, you will experience several hundred hours of jibber jabber (or jibbabbery). Be careful to pay selective attention. Studies have shown that for every 2,000 hours of intellectual jibbabbery, approximately 2-3 minutes of it will be useful to life. When this occurs, write it in a separate book. You will not need to study this, but it is important. Just not right now.

Two – This is a rather large category called “Get and Forget”. How many lungs does an Amazonian Frog have? Where did John A. Macdonald first jump on the moon? How many backflips did he do? Or, just today I was quizzed on this: What will be the largest city in the world in 2010? These sorts of questions are the ones that will keep you up at night (if you care about marks or your appearance on Jeopardy: the College Edition). Make sure to memorize these carefully in the five minutes before the exam. Don’t daydream at this point. Use all of your resources (coffee, breathing deeply and rapidly, and stretching your fingers) to focus all of your energy on remembering these things. That’s the ‘get’ part. When the day (or exam) is over, forget it even existed.

Three: Hug It Out

If you are to have success at University, pretend you have a passion for English/History/Science/Philosophy. This passion can be developed by repeating phrases such as, I love History or I am passionate about how culture interacts in urbanization through residential structures will help modernify the world. Eventually, that passion will consume you and help you forget that you’ll spend the next few months after graduation working at McDonald’s. The positive side is that, because of your degree, your leadership skills will be “evident” and you’ll probably get promoted to assistant manager within the first six months. And you can cook Amazonian frog legs without burning their sixteen lungs.

Four: Use Your Degree for Offense, never for Defense

After you’ve had some success in University (if ever), you’ll soon realize that classes come in names with -istry, -ology, -osophy or -ational. Make sure to write all of your papers using these endings and include them in conversations with your relatives as much as possible. “Hi, Uncle Bill! I haven’t seen you since Sundayosophy!” He will be puzzled, but too shy to ask why you said such a big word. Consider him impressed. Your degree is working already.

Five: Bob Barker Knows the Way

As you progress through University, you will be asked to choose a degree. This is something that takes a lot of consideration, and should not be chosen poorly. Here is the solution that Universities do not want you to know about. Your degree must be chosen based on the game show that you have watched the most.

If you like Jeopardy, then make sure you enroll in Sciences. You will be forced to master useless facts that, in the end, will make you look really smart.

If you like the Price is Right, consider business. And remember, never overbid on the motorhome, no matter how many Country Music Festivals you can see it taking you to.

If you enjoy The Weakest Link, consider English. However, if you are a) male or b) even remotely religious, consider anything else. Unless you want to major in Persecution. If you are a) female and b) nonreligious or anti-religious, welcome home. Your next four years will be full of joy and joyness. And thinly veiled anger.

If you like the spinning wheel in Wheel of Fortune, consider Philosophy. Your mantra is now this, “Yes, but…” Find a reason to doubt everything. Keep focused on the fact that in four years, you will walk back into your job at Starbucks. But don’t worry, it’s not reality.

If you enjoy Japanese game shows in Japanese without subtitles, choose sociology. Sociology is the study of how to sound like adult Teletubbies using incredibly long words to utter even simple statements. Hence, thus, as a result of coinciding opinion, your opinion has been academically transmogrified into a bastion of learned stumblings.

If Deal or No Deal is your thing, so is Psychology. When you are being tested on dreams and rats, you will forced to choose psychological theories that you will never hear of again. When in doubt, quote Junta said this, or Punta forsooth that…

Six: Buy a Hula Hoop

No matter your program, there is one study trick to keep as the foremost practice in your studies. It’s academically referred to as Hoop the Hula.
1 | During the semester, write down everything your prof says and everything in the textbooks (there will be several textbooks, remember rule one The Importance of Money).
2 | Buy a nice calligraphic pen and a hula hoop from Wal-mart.
3 | Take several hours, duct taping all of your notes and textbooks to your hula hoop.
4 | Jump through Hula Hoop.
5 | Class accomplished!

Now go! Enroll! You are now ready to don the colors of your school ($95), and jump alongside the gazelles of enlightenment ($45, plus parking)!

-Shaun Smith, PhD. of University
*feel free to pay your tuition by clicking on an ad.

How to Enjoy Your Day More (34% Guaranteed)

Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

This morning I was driving to work, and the motorcycle guy behind me was weaving back and forth (in a good way), and was dancing around on his bike. It made me smile, especially as everyone was trying to pass him to get to work. Sometimes it’s good to change things up. You go to work, fill in the required documents and head home. I find that changing it up keeps things creative or, at the very least, offers some stress release in my day. Not all of these are original to me, but I’ve added or created most of them with a smile on my face. I would recommend trying one today (but don’t blame the results on me).

HOW TO ENJOY YOUR DAY MORE

(“guaranteed” to make you a more productive person in the workplace)

1. Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 99 copies.

2. Specify that your drive-through order is “TO-GO.” Mention this at least 4 times, each time with a firm voice.

3. If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others. I have a friend who has a glass eye, and he thinks it’s funny to sneeze and pop out his eye. For the record, I think it’s funny too.

4. Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets. Preferably on a rug in your office. Then call out for “clean up in aisle six!” until someone responds.

5. Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running HIGH in all weather conditions “to keep them tuned up.”

6. Reply to everything someone says with “that’s what you think.”

7. Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and “cc” them to your boss. On a side note, I once created a wikipedia article on sweat shops in describing my last place of work. Then I emailed it to my boss.

8. Finish all your sentences with the words “in accordance with prophesy.” Then fold your hands in a prayer pose. Think of it as exercise.

9. Signal that a conversation is over by clapping your hands together like its the end of a scene in a movie. Make sure to do this especially loudly after a medium to serious conversation has taken place.

10. Disassemble your pen and “bomb” the ink cartridge across the room. Pretend to be ecstatic when you found that your catapult works.

11. Holler random numbers while someone is counting. Who doesn’t do this every day?

12. Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that it helps you view the movie from the director’s chair.

13. Staple pages in the middle of the page.

14. Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a croaking noise. Record it on a computer and play it back to make sure you got the noise just right.

15. Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints at the cash register.

16. TYPE EVERY EMAIL IN UPPERCASE AND INSIST ON IMMEDIATE RESPONSES TO EACH ONE OF THEM.

17. Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.

18. As much as possible, skip rather than walk. As you are passing others, make sure you are skipping in close proximity.

19. Ask people what gender they are. When they respond, say “Huh. Cool.” and walk away.

20. While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet. Assure people that your presentation skills are excellent because you have an Education degree.

21. Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down. If they do, dance around an imaginary fire.

22. Sing along at the opera. Or flip through every radio station in the car and beat box to each song you hear.

23. When you are talking with co-workers, make sure to take copious notes of what they are saying. Have them sign it at the end of the conversation.

Start Your Mondays with Wine (15 Logos)

Monday, May 31st, 2010

Here we are. It’s a Monday, a beginning of the week. I’m sitting in Geography class on this particular Monday morning, listening to a presented video with three sound tracks attached to it (and one of them is country!). So I’m starting this week at the very bottom.

But to be encouraging, I’d like to share with you a few great moments of creativity. There is one area on the internet and in digital media that takes its branding seriously – and that is in the area of wines. Most of us don’t have a clue what makes a good wine, so we truly go with whatever label looks the coolest. Hence, good design is important to wineries. In three weeks, I’ll be back in Canada’s wine country (Niagara). For now, I can dream on my Monday morning.

Hand Drawn Goodness

I can appreciate the work that goes into a hand drawn label, so I truly appreciate a wine company that would invest in branding like this.

Beware of Fruit Juice

I don’t think I’d want to actually drink this wine, because it reminds me of a fruit juice bottle. Perhaps this is a Monday wine…

Just Cool

I frequently rant against “designers” who are so full of innovative ideas, but this bottle is cool, especially when you consider what you’d normally pick up at your local wine store.

Can’t Drink Just One

This bottle is a stroke of genius. If you buy one of these bottles, you’ll be curious to buy them all. After all, no one likes a half-finished puzzle.

Shout out to the Rowaans

I’ve got some friends in the Niagara Region who are bee farmers, so I can appreciate the work that goes into wine.

Wine for Geeks

I’m not sure that I want my wine to be related to computers, but I still like black bottles.

Naked Wine

The best designs are the simplest. I’m always preaching that the best logos are the ones that try not to say too much. Just. Keep. It. Simple.

Drinking in the Art Gallery

This bottle reminds me of an art gallery (in a good way). I’m drawn to the shapes and styles of the bottle.

Moonshine for Winos

This bottle makes me laugh.

Don’t Touch

I like these designs so much that I would never drink what is inside. These would be the centerpiece that is on display on my shelves every spring.

Buy it for the Box

Yeah, yeah, the wine is good. But look at the packaging!

Wine…shots?

I’ve had wine from a box. From a bottle. But never from something that looked like this.

Blind Brilliance

Coolest. Bottle. Ever.

Don’t Get a Sliver

We get involved with words too much sometimes.

Don’t Drink with Hunters

Yeah, I realize that these bottles are lined up perfectly, and will never look this good in a store. But it still looks cool. Wine bottle collecting anyone?

Plane Ticket to Escape

Try this on your next flight.

Here’s Looking at You

Ever notice how we don’t put modern people on wine bottles? No one wants to look at someone looking at another week of work, right?

Today I Changed the Universe

Saturday, May 29th, 2010

“It wasn’t intentional. It wasn’t like I meant to do it.”
[Shaun Smith, changer of the universe]

Today I changed the universe as I know it. You’ve probably heard the expression “When a butterfly flaps its wings on one side of the world, it causes earthquakes on another side.” I may have butchered it, but essentially the saying is that everything in the world is connected in some way. Sort of like a cars crashing on a busy highway, or Celine Dion being associated with sinking ships.

I was shopping for shoes and came across a really nice pair in under 20 minutes. And they were on sale. I took a spin (not literally…I just walked in them around the store) in my new shoes and they were comfortable. The chances of these things happening are about as remote as having a really sexy driver’s license photo. It was like I was secretly in a shoe ad for Sport Chek. I was in the zone, as their ads say, and my shoes were going to lead me to great things.

Then it happened. I noticed that the right shoe wasn’t cut the same way the left shoe was. A factory defect. So I did what any innocent shopper would do…I asked if there were any other size 13 shoes in that style. The girl walked to the back and, lo and behold, they did. Who on earth stocks more than one pair of size 13s? Shoe shopping for me has always been a matter of picking ten different shoes that I sort of like and hoping that the store has one of them in a size 13. “Sir, we don’t have that style of shoe available in that style in 13. Would you like these pink ones instead?”

“Absolutely. They bring out the color in my eyes.”

Back in the present, I sat with my two boxes of size 13 shoes and compared them. Did I mention that I really liked the original left shoe? That sounds like I’m trying to justify what I did, but mostly I’m recording it for posterity. Remember, this is where the world changed.

I did a little look around the store, kind of secretly, and I exchanged the right shoe with the poor cut for the right shoe with the really good cut. That’s right. I took the right shoe’s partner and I gave him (they’re male, they’re my shoes) a new partner. I felt kind of guilty (really!), like I had broken up a lifelong relationship or had destroyed some long standing ritual observed by Nike, Asics, and the like. I heard factory-loud alarm bells going off at shoe factories in Nicaragua, China, and just over the border in Mexico. Their collective flashing-red factory warning lights and people gasping in disbelief echoed through my soul. Who knows, perhaps each pair of shoes is weighted differently and the person who gets the other pair will suffer a career ending injury due to shoe weight-balance issues. Maybe one of Canada’s future Olympians will pick up that shoe, stumble because they’re not a “perfect” match and lose out on Owning the Podium: The Summer Edition. They should come with a warning label, really.

It’s not my fault, really. But I just wanted to let you know who changed the world today.

I did.

New Mac Store: Opening Day iPademonium

Friday, May 28th, 2010

This morning I awoke to the reminder that the newest Mac store is opening in Edmonton. It was on the front page of the Edmonton Journal. We already have another one, which brings us to a grand total of two. Only Toronto, Vancouver (?), and Edmonton have two Mac stores in their entire cities, so that means we’re special, people will randomly cheer for us, and the grass is greener when we walk on it. Thank you, Apple.

I wasn’t surprised to see a few die-hard Mac fans waiting in cars and in the mall from the day previous (I believe the technical term is “camp out”, although you’re not allowed to have campfires and raccoons aren’t anywhere near your campsite) waiting for the opportunity to the be the first in the door. Some people waited 21 hours in line. And of course, there were light blue t-shirts for the first 1,000 people.

All this wonderful Mac news for the city of Edmonton, so I figured I should get in on the action. After all, the Light Rail Transit travels right past the store, so I figured I should pay homage (and get a shirt). After all, this is Apple!

Oh, I should mention, the NEW IPAD WAS THERE TOO! Now available in Canada! Wow! Something I didn’t know existed, but I now need!

So I hopped off the train, walked into the mall, and there it was…the new Mac store (this is condensed. I actually got lost twice and went in the wrong direction). And as I walked in, there was only one thing on my mind…“this is an awful lot like the other Mac store.” In fact, it pretty much is the Mac store. “And the computers and everything for sale…I’ve seen this before.” I can’t imagine a true-blue die-hard camper ever thinking that. I rebuked myself and walked in.

Immediately I knew there was something different about this store. Something that looked like an iPod but bigger. Sort of like when you throw little rocks in a lake, eventually you want a really big one that splashes everyone and makes a big Kersplooosh! So, I looked, and looked, and then I noticed that everyone was crowded around these large iPod devices, that reminded me of bigger versions them.

I should backtrack for a moment. I like Apple. I like Apple products. But I like what they do for me, not just owning them because then I’m somehow cooler and people applaud me and the grass gets greener under my feet. So when I saw the iPad, and how people camped out for them last night (or bought them in advance), waited 21 hours in line, I gasped (someone in front of me was wearing perfume). And then I breathed again.

Not to say iPads aren’t great. I’m absolutely certain they are because I really like my iPod. But for those few who have to have it right now, it’s sort of a little…sad? It’s like we’re caught up in consumerism, and we’ve bought fully into it. I walked straight to the table with lots of people around them, and tried out the iPad.

Wonderful. Excellent. Wonderment. Or something a little less. Yes, mac fans, the iPad is cool. It’s so much smaller than my laptop, and will permanently remove this hump from my back from lugging around my 3 pounds of MacBook Pro. And it’s so much bigger than my iPod, which clearly isn’t large enough because not everyone can see when I have one. Eventually, I might buy an iPad, but not for the reasons that people are screaming about. My clients don’t really care whether they view my digital creations on a laptop, an iPad, or a Bright Light display (THAT would be revolutionary). I’m not yet blind enough that I need backlighting to read a book. I don’t need more apps for my apps, or even another smaller computer to lug around, or to be seen (and heard) with the latest gadget from a super-cool company that has marketed itself very well. I’m pretty happy with what I’ve got.

Or maybe I’m just deluded because I didn’t get a light blue t-shirt with a little apple on it.

15 Great Coffee Logos

Thursday, May 27th, 2010

I like logos, especially when they’re creative. I’ve found that, no matter the area of business or marketing, people are quite content with an ugly logo. Clients often feel they need to communicate everything about their business in one logo, and they have to make it blatantly obvious. Sort of life Christian movies. Nothing can be left open to interpretation. Logos like these should be categorized as caveman clubs, because all they do is beat you with message.

I don’t think anything is much cooler than a good coffee logo. When you walk into a coffee shop, it’s all about the experience. And if your week is like mine, you need something extra to keep you moving until the end of Friday. With that, I’ve found 15 pretty cool coffee logos to help keep you on the straight and narrow, and perhaps inspire you that last little bit.

Bringing the funk, like the originality:

Easily my favorite logo of the bunch:

Although this rings in at a close second:

And if coffee logos don’t help you today, perhaps this one will (as a last resort).

The May Long Phenomenon

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. [Albert Einstein]

If you’re in Canada, you just experienced the rare phenomenon known as The May Long Weekend. It’s an annual holiday in Canada (officially known as Victoria day) where campers enter into the “summer” and experience their first taste of camping. Judging by how many campers I passed on the highway coming from my cabin, I’d say much of this part of Canada (Alberta) at least attempted to sit around a fire and eat marshmallows.

However, if you’re a new Canadian citizen, or haven’t tried camping before, I believe it would be fair to allow the May Long Camping Experience to be a part of the Canadian citizenship requirements. Here’s why:

1 – Camping on May Long Weekend allows each Canadian citizen to experience every season of Canada. Winter? Yes, it usually snows on May Long Weekend. Sure, it can be +30 degrees Celcius in the weeks (and days) before (as it was this year, where we had snow one week, +30 the next, and frost the next). It also will be very sunny and warm on May Long (but only for a few minutes, before surprisingly strong winds sweep across, reminding us of Spring). As you’re gathering your camping chairs and lawn darts, and frisbees from the neighbors campsite, fall (or Autumn) will be ushered in in the coolness of breeze that brings calm to the shifting winds. It is at this moment that you’ll meet your neighbor(s) of the campsite, who turn out to be very nice.  You’ll remark that the winds have calmed somewhat, and perhaps tomorrow will be a better day.  That’s how you’ll go to bed in your tent the first night (also cursing yourself for trying the camping experience). The next day of camping will bring a cold front down from a place that you can only picture as icebergs and polar bears, and at that point you’ll be tempted to pack it in. Don’t listen to these American voices! Let everyone else (including your neighboring campsites, no matter how nice they are) pack up and grumble. The minute that they are on the road, the clouds will part and sunshine will be ushered in (welcome to Summer). At this point, you’ll experience the best camping of your May Long Weekend life, and you’ll come back year after year for the same experience.

2 – Frustration and Elation. These are two key emotions to the Canadian citizen.  These emotions do not frequently present themselves in summer, but rather show up towards the end of winter and through spring.   As a young citizen of Canada, you will likely experience these two emotions in the most extreme sense of the word.  Generally, young Canadians do not have the means to extricate themselves from the problem of Canadian weather, so they frequently endure the frustration of a perfect day spoiled by a freak storm (usually characterized by promises of +25 degree weather, a trip to the lake, and a horrible gust of Arctic air that brings sleet, snow, and a few angry penguins).  As a Canadian gets older, they wisely deal with their frustration by visiting Expedia.ca and flying down to Palm Springs.  This is called the Snow Bird effect, and is a sign that a Canadian has built in a counseled plan of living in a geographic location with consistent weather, such as your friendly neighboring desert (south Alberta does NOT count here).  When an older Canadian begins to repeat the phrase “Floridda”, “Feeenix”, or “Copocabana”, that is generally a sign that the Snow Bird effect has him or her in its grip, and the nearest travel agent should be called in.

3 – Endurance.  This is one trait that Canadians love.  Especially Canadian employers.  If you find yourself on a May Long Weekend camping trip, then chances are you will arrive at Tuesday feeling ripped off, like you need a vacation, and you might as well take it this week to compensate for the horrible long weekend.  That’s fair.  Canadian employers will expect that (and should, unless they are an older Canadian and have already ventured to Snow Bird land).  In this case, most Canadian workers will endure the rest of the work week, muttering under their breath on their way to their most unproductive week in the history of unproductive weeks.  Feel free to learn the grumble of Canadian Long Weekenders.  It’ll make you seem like you’re choosing to move past injustice, choosing to serve the Canadian company for which you work, and you’ll get to experience the most creative ways that you can not work while being at work (think beyond extra hours of “networking”…think organizing your desktop folders by the colors of the Canadian seasons and duct tape art).

THAT will teach Canadian weather to mess with your hard-earned Long Weekend.  It might even get you willing to try it all again next year.