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Canadian nuances – Part 6: Wading through sludge

I spent my New Year’s Eve in an empty house. The warm kiss of sherry coating my lungs, and the gentle sigh of a dog narrating my thoughts. It was lonely, but perfect. Quiet moments give us time to reflect. On everything, really.

I babbled to a few people on Facebook, my thumbs thundering against the glass face of my phone. I checked the time 23:34…shit, time to leave. I threw on my headphones, slung my bottle of sherry back into my bag, began my ascent through the ice and sludge. The succulent anger of Slipknot thundering threw me.

I approach the SkyTrain. Reach for my wallet. Seconds after my hand collides with its porous body, my eyes dart to the sticker adjacent to the turnstiles Free Ride on New Year’s Eve. 8 P.M. until 5 A.M. A smile creeps over me. “Thank you Canada,” I mutter to myself.

I get off at my station. A few of my heavy metal anthems are now slithering across my playlist. I start headbanging and beating drums like invisible ghosts in the air. Somehow this doesn’t seem like enough. I kick up a bit of snow and do an Irish jig in the middle of the street. (It’s like a version of Riverdance you should never watch. Trust me.) A thought came to me this morning as I began etching out the events of last night. I think I’ve fallen in love with this country. Or perhaps it’s fallen in love with me? I don’t care which way you slice it.

During the summer of 2016 I had a romance with a beautiful Japanese girl. I see an interesting parallel between loving a person and loving an environment. There’s the initial awe of something new coupled with anxiety of being able juggle the complexity of it all. Maybe one has an angry parent buzzing in their head saying “You’re in a new country / relationship now. Don’t fuck it up!”

Initially being in Canada felt like wading through sludge. There’s so many details, -isms, directions, slang and faces thrown your way, all that’s left to do is slowly wade through it. The sludge. Now that I’m two and a bit years into being “settled”, there’s less sludge. I can still see parts of it, others haven’t found me yet.

Where am I going with all this? Well, you remember the earlier analogy about the lover? A tipping point comes in any relationship. It is when you let your guard down. You express yourself, and run with it. It feels like flying. It tastes like freedom. That was exactly how I felt a few hours ago, churning up snow and dancing like dyslexic spaghetti.

Yeah…I may have looked like a fool, but I’m cool with that. Man must frolic, and so should you!


Apple should bring back iSync

So my iPhone 3GS is officially history. I took it into some Apple technicians, and he mournfully told me the logic board (kinda like the backbone of the device) was no more. It didn’t respond to charge or to a new battery being inserted. Now that I look back at it, he did it with that solemn empathy that would filter out your eyes when telling a relative that their little doggy was run over by an ice-cream truck this morning.

Anyway thankfully my flatmate leant me her old Nokia E63. Which is a great phone, only I feel like a gorilla trying to control a typewriter (after the ease and fingerless pressure) of the iPhone’s retina display. So now I had all this contact backed up on my Macbook (thankfully), and desperately needed a way to transfer them back onto my MacBook.

I did a little research and found out that there’s a few ‘nifty’ pieces of Nokia software out there. Although after trying there Multimedia Transfer App that failed after a the first few launches, and some other generic software (the name now escapes me)…I decided to kick it the Apple root.

I read on a few forums that iSync worked perfectly well with sending data across from non-iPhones to a Mac. Only problem was I was running Lion, and iSync had been discontinued…grrr. So after a few grumpy days of looking around for a Snow Leopard Mac (i.e. the OS version just before Lion), I found one lurking around at work. All I can say is sneaker-net never fails. Mac. USB. Ten Steps. USB. MacAwesome.


So I got iSync whirring like a beast in my little machine, along with the correct plugin from the Nokia website. And Eureka! I now had people to talk to on my phone’s address book again. Not only I was thrilled with getting my contacts back, I was mightily impress with the slickness of iSync. It was easy to use, it picked up my phone, plus when it starts working you see this aluminum whirring wheel telling you stuff is safe.

So app developers and/or Apple developers in general, tell the people in the ivory towers that iSync is a worth while program for Lion. Perhaps with the supersonic boom of the iPad, and the swarm of iPhones Apple overlooked this feature since that assumed 90% of Mac users would have iTunes tucked into their dock like the Ten Commandments. Or maybe the sexy Mountain Lion will solve this hiccup?