Archive | January, 2017

Hooray for Sweden!

27 Jan

Probably the best thing about the Swedish rail system is their commitment to letting their customers bring their pets on the trains. They’ve got special designated sections of their wagons where the pets are allowed jump and play and roam free.

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So many of my favourite things are represented in this photo. See if you can spot them all!

They even give you the option online when you’re booking your ticket to buy a seat in the pet-friendly section even if your stepdogs are six timezones away in another county!

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Say hello to Edgar. He’s one of those cats that grows real big. As you can see from this photo he’s four months old and only partway done growing. When he’s finished cat puberty he’ll be bigger than full-sized Pepper, a dog of 15 pounds (6.8 kilograms).

And here is Finnish hunting dog Eyeforgothername. She’s super friendly and loves jumping and barking at Canadian tourists.

That’s all I got right now. I’m going on a bunch more trains – I’ll add some images of any furry four-legged friends I encounter to this bottom of this post.

Trump vs. the Animals

27 Jan

I’m not sure what I should write about next.

WordPress has some tools that give a rough indication of which posts are more popular so I’m thinking about using those tools as a guide.

For example, my light-hearted article on the Trump Inauguration Survival Kit (which is not even a real thing) was widely popular, while my Trump by the Barrel-full (a misspelled attempt to try and understand what happened in the US election, and by extension prevent it from happening again) was not. And to make things even more complicated, my post about Dogs in Berlin Restaurants got more hits than both of the Trump ones combined!

So it’s survey time! Do you want me to write

a) a 4,000-word behemoth on how we can defeat Trump (I think I’ve got it all figured it out)

b) a 200-word post on Edgar, the giant 4 kilo (10 lbs) four-month old kitten that was on my train last night and the general phenomenon of house-pet transportation on the Swedish rail system.

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Help me decide what I should write. And hurry up! Because it’s cold outside. And there are wolves after me.

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You are not going to believe this!

26 Jan

Mein Gott! I just spent thirty-six hours in my favourite city in the whole wide world (Berlin Germany) and all I could do was write about President Trump! I guess it speaks to his allure. Anyway, I’m going to take a break from the politics for about five minutes to write about a serious subject that affects almost everyone almost everywhere.

I can say without hyperbole that I’ve been to Berlin over a million times and I’ve written a million words about a million different things that are awesome about this city, but before this trip there was this one thing I had never noticed about it.

Dogs are allowed in bars and restaurants!

I’m not making this up. They have to be accompanied by a parent or guardian – they can’t go in alone – but they are totally allowed to go to breakfast, lunch, brunch, supper, and happy hour. [Some Berlin trivia for you: if a dog attends a bar’s happy hour, they are required by law to call it “Happier Hour” (Glückliche Stunde). The reasoning behind the law is that the mere presence of dogs makes everything better.]

I have no idea why I never wrote about (or even noticed) this before, but I was only in Berlin for a day and a half and there were dogs in almost

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that I went to. I couldn’t have been happier.

And this experience has made me even more disappointed with the city where I live (Ottawa) that bans the practice altogether. I’ve racked my brain for many hours and I haven’t been able to come up with a single non-sarcastic reason why it’s like this. And I think it’s time for that to change…

Full disclosure: I think that the dog in the first photo might actually be a fox – and if that’s the case, it just makes Berlin even cooler.

Trump by the Barrelful

25 Jan

One of the many things I’ve found remarkable about the 2016 election cycle is the incredible diversity of the issues and the breadth of the discussion / debate these issues have inspired. But in spite of this plethora of things to write / talk about, it’s been near impossible to say anything original about any of it. I think there are two reasons for this.

This first is that with so many people writing, a decent (original) take is difficult to come by as someone else will have invariably gotten there first.

The second reason is that something would usually happen that would almost immediately change the political / social landscape and / or our understanding of it. In the (now) obviously volatile election cycle, any traditional understanding of what was going to happen should have been discarded (or at a minimum, examined carefully). Journalist Michael Tracey encouraged people to take this volatility seriously, but (for the most part) that’s not what we did.

A couple of weeks ago I was searching on my computer for a document when I stumbled upon a forgotten January 2016 blog post I had started writing. Save a couple of minor corrections, here it is for your reading horror.

I Don’t Think A Trump Presidency Would be The Worst Thing Ever*

The 2016 Presidential election is less than eleven months away and to commemorate the occasion I’m publishing a two-part series on everyone’s current favourite subject man – Donald Trump.

At first I was dismissive like the rest of you about the likelihood of a President Trump. I was laughing along with everyone else at the photoshopped images invading my Facebook news feed. You know the ones I’m talking about – with his hair grafted onto everyday objects and the gold TRUMP logo propped up on the roof of the White House.

But then I started using my brain muscle to analyze the situation. As regular readers of this blog are hopefully aware, my superpower is that I have the ability to understand both sides of a given issue (where the majority of humans who do not have my condition – mild dyslexia) can only see what they want to see.

A few years ago I swore an oath that I would only use my power for good, so to that end I’m going to perform sort of a PSA to help alleviate some of the anxiety that seems so widespread this election cycle.

TO THE DENIERS

There is a real chance Donald Trump could be the next President of the United States. I’m making this claim based on three things.

1. His two main opponents in the Democratic Party, Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders, are (respectively) under investigation by the FBI and old. Each of these characteristics could spell doom for their candidacy. Hillary could be arrested and Sanders could die – it’s what happens to the aged and the indicted.

2. The other Republican Party candidates who are running for President are all terrible.

And this is where I stopped. I never published it. After looking over my notes, from what I can recall, I think the third claim was supposed to go something like this.

3. Trump is a smart guy and he’s operating on a completely different level than his career politician opponents – this could be an advantage. His interview with Ali G was about a minute long where every other politician interviewed was either too stupid to notice they were being played or too scared to end the interview early. Trump saw right through Ali G’s schtick and bailed.

And I did write the final line of the post.

*We already have a worst thing ever: Margaret Lawrence’s The Stone Angel.

From what I can tell, my third point – the bit about Trump’s Ali G interview, is my unique (but probably not) insight into the election (it showed Trump is fearless and smart at a time when almost everyone else was saying he’s stupid and an idiot). I have not seen this Ali G interview mentioned anywhere else (as a warning to people) however I did read once where the incident was used to make fun of Trump.

And this is not to say I predicted the outcome of anything. Far from it. My fear from twelve months ago was that Trump would take a reasonable position on something important (like gun control), a poll would be released that would support his position, and then he would use it as a proverbial baseball bat in the general to clobber his Democratic opponent by claiming (demonstrating?) how useless they’ve been on that issue. Sort of like in the primary when he spoke the truth about the the Iraq war being a total disaster.

But the opposite ended up happening. His antics increased and by the time they released the audio of him bragging about sexually assaulting women, I just figured there was no way he could survive. Before that, for a short time period, I had it right. But as time went on, the reasons underpinning my position diverged from reality, so I altered my prediction. My updated position was that he would lose.

With the hindsight of how things turned out and in seeking an explanation as to why, maybe the Ali G experience offers us part of the answer. Maybe the traditional politicians are not just seen by the voters as stupid and / or afraid, maybe they actually are like that. And it took someone like Trump (who is neither of those things) to galvanize that feeling into something tangible.

I’ll be the first person to admit that it’s almost impossible to quantify, but after reading this, if you at some point happen to find yourself performing an autopsy of the 2016 US Presidential election, I suggest you consider this angle in your quest to try and understand exactly what the hell happened.

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And Dan knows a lot of people.

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To Trump or Not to Trump

22 Jan

Here I am with (at?) a loss for (of?) words. The past 2.6 days were pretty remarkable and not in the $21-for-deli-meat sense of the word – it was more like a “what the hell just happened?” kind of thing.

I’m still trying to process things and the lack of sleep plus the Redbull in my system are not helping me organize my thoughts, but here’s a try.

The crowds for Trump’s inauguration were very subdued (from where I was). Instead of waking up at 04:00 and lining up for a spot near the front, at around 10:00 I just biked around to the back and walked up as far as I could go. I ended up watching the ceremony on one of the giant screens they had set up.

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I was this far away.

I think the crowd was real mix of Trump supporters, regular people, and visiting Canadians. The two guys I ended up chatting with didn’t like Trump but they weren’t too keen on Hillary either. They didn’t clap for any of the ceremony.

One of the guys, Artur (not his fake name), was born in Russia. Even though he was without accent, when he mentioned where he was from he did so discreetly and called it the Former Soviet Union. With all the anti-Russia hysteria going on, I can understand his behaviour.

After he found out I was from Canada, he asked if this was my sign that he saw dropped outside the security zone.

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Then later on my way out, I saw these two guys with the same sign. They drove up from Montreal to check out the festivities but they weren’t allowed to bring their sign in because of the wooden part was on the list of banned items (I can’t think right now of what the wooden part of a sign is called).

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The stem of the sign? The stick?

When the various political figures were shown up on the screen the crowd responded mostly positively. Obama and Trump got the loudest cheers. Bernie’s cheers were louder than Hillary’s jeers. I think she was the only one who was booed.

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Sorry Mrs. Clinton, they weren’t saying Boo-urns.

After Trump was done speeching, I headed back to find my bike and then I rode it back to Tom and Katherine’s. I heard there was some riots or something but I didn’t see anything. All of the people I saw were very well behaved.

The other event of the weekend was the Women’s March on Washington. I was unsure if I was going to be able to attend, but in the end I made it down for about an hour and a half. It was difficult to tell from my limited point of view, but the Women’s March seemed to have way more people than the inauguration. Also, the energy level was much higher. I didn’t witness any bad behaviour at either event.

Here are some photos of a couple signs I found to be clever.

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I’m super tired right now. Going to bed. I’ll type some more stuff later.

Jason out.

Traffic

20 Jan

So I survived the drive from Ottawa with all the inauguration traffic and the many kilometres (and miles) that can be found between the capitals. And I have to say, it was touch and go there for a while. Things started off real good and then I hit a bunch of snags.

The Good

1. I saved $20 by building my own vent clip phone holder (to display my maps). I’m quite pleased with how it turned out.

The Bad

1. Before I left I built a bunch of sandwiches for the trip. I bought the meat from deli counter and it’s been like 15 years since I’ve done that. So When I got to Sarah’s I checked the receipt (there were other groceries on there too) and I discovered I paid $21 for eight slices of roast beef… FML

2. I added an extra day to my car rental and that added $82 on to the bill (originally it was $97)… FML

3. I left the rental car in the garage at Sarah’s for about 15 minutes while I went upstairs to collect my gear and I got a $42 parking ticket… FML

4. I bought a roaming SIM card to give me Internet for my maps for the drive down but I set the activation for 9:30 PM instead of 9:30 AM so I spent almost 40 minutes trying to get the damn thing to work before I gave up on it. This totally delayed my arrival. Bah!

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I’m off to see the President!

19 Jan

Of course he’s not President just yet, but he will be.

He will be…

As regular readers of my blog are well aware, every now and again I like to wax poetic about subjects that are non-travel and non-toilet/train/window-related. By a wide margin one of my favourite topics (that isn’t one of those other ones) is politics.

From my coverage of the 2013 the Boston City Council by-election run-off vote, to my predicting (incorrectly) the outcome of the 2016 US Presidential contest, I’m not afraid to tread into dangerous literary waters – waters that are often infested with sharks, poisonous jellyfish, and that parasite that swims up into your penis.

So continuing that trend I decided to drive down to Washington DC to report on what many of you have referred to as, “the beginning of the end”. And while I’m not convinced that the situation is that dire – it could be the end of the beginning or possibly, the middle of a tragicomedy – the past few months have seen some extraordinary political activity.

I am of course referring to the Presidential Inauguration of Donald Trump. Everyone wants to bear witness to history’s greatest events but usually they mean that in the complimentary sense. Me, I’m all about the pejorative.

So here’s the plan as of 07:00 Thursday morning (inauguration is on Friday)

Thursday

07:00 – Pick up rental car
07:15 – Load up the rental car
07:30 – Start driving
20:00 – Stop driving (arrive at destination)
20:15 – Visit with Tom and Katherine
23:00 – Sleep

Friday

06:30 – Wake up
07:00 – Bike down to the Inauguration
12:30 – Watch Donald Trump become President
13:30 – Cry in public

This itinerary is, of course, subject to change. I really don’t know what I’m doing.

And the clearest evidence of this is my decision to bring my bicycle with me and use it to get to wherever it is I have to go. This is either my greatest idea ever or my worst.

Greatest Idea

While everyone else is crammed into the subway cars like cattle in some kind of horrible, mobile high-density feedlot, I’m going to be cruising along the Potomac on my Norco ten-speed taking in the spectacular sunrise and wonderful scenery of the nation’s capital. When all the festivities have ended, I’ll jump back on my bike and head home, leaving everyone else in my wake.

(this is me)

Worst Idea

It’s going to rain and I’m going to sweat during the bike ride rendering my cold weather clothing useless and I’m going to freeze to death during the ceremony. Or I’m going to crash in the rain. Maybe my bike will get trashed or stolen. There are so many possibilities.

(this is also me)

Be sure to stay tuned to find out what happens!

 

Trump Inauguration Survival Kit

17 Jan

(I wrote this for you, Aunt Elva. I hope you’re feeling better!)

So last week I sent my brother and his wife a Trump Inauguration Survival Kit to help them make it through the first hour of a Trump administration. They were all geared up to go see Hillary get sworn in but unfortunately Trump won so now they’re going to stay home and watch the festivities on CNN (pray their news on Friday is fake and this is all a terrible dream).

The kit contains

1. Pocket-sized U.S. Constitution – win political arguments with the greatest of ease (and a magnifying glass – the printing is really small)
2. Hand warmers – warning: do not use them to try and melt Trump’s cold, cold heart.
3. Ten U.S. dollars – bribe your way into anywhere!
4. First Edition hardback copy of The Art of the Deal – financial planning has never been easier!
5. Mickey of Fireball Cinnamon Whisky – to help numb the senses and forget the pain
6. Copy of the Inauguration Drinking Game – resist the temptation to chug the whole bottle
7. Book Hide – if the $10 doesn’t work

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For my book hide, I originally wanted to carve up a real copy of The Art of the Deal but when I visited the Chapters bookstore I discovered a paperback copy was $22 plus tax. The thought of giving any money (even indirectly) to that horrible, horrible man made me want to vomit with rage, so I did what I do best – I improvised. I took some pictures of the cover of the Trump book and I printed them out and glued them to the a copy of Cassandra Clare’s New York Times bestselling novel, City of Bones: The Mortal Instruments.

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Sorry Cassandra

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And when I went to the Chapters to get those photos, I had no idea what section a book called Trump The Art of the Deal would be found in. Biography? Financial planning? Fiction? True crime? So I looked it up on the computer and printed out a receipt with the book’s info. I then gave that paper to one of the employees (a kid in his early twenties) to help me find it in the store.

In complete silence he took the slip from me, looked at it, walked me to the section, pointed at the book, walked away, and then as he was leaving he dropped the receipt on a nearby table where two of his friends were sitting and then went back to work – all without saying a word. The two girls at the table laughed in horror (I think it was horror – it could have been irony) and I reassured them that I was not actually buying the book. I also used their books to prop up the Trump book to help me get a photo of the spine.

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They were right to be horrified.