My goodness!

It’s Friday and I haven’t blogged since Tuesday!  But what a week it has been. I finally finished the article I’m ghost-writing for Billing World magazine, which is a big monkey off my back, plus there was much "Wendy Jo Wood MA" festivilations, plus I had a sick day. Yowser!

But now, faithful readers, I am about to embark on a stupendously good weekend-long pyjama party at Ye Olde Country House with three luv’ly ladies/wunnerful womyn/gorgeous gals, or whatever else you want to call them. Specifically, the above-mentioned Wendy Jo Wood MA, Caitlin-of-Discreet, and the highly vegetarian Patricia. Much pyjama-age to be done. Woo hoo!

Who gets paid?

Without getting into the whole debate, here’s a bit of an anecdote about music in these modern times.A few months ago I was trolling around the servers at work and I found every track of U2’s All That You Can’t Leave Behind sitting there as 160-bit MP3s. I also found a crazy bootleg of The Police and U2 doing a live version of The Police’s Invisible Sun. So I threw the whole lot onto a ZIP disk and took them home. That night I burned them onto an audio CD for my listening pleasure on any CD player (no MP3 player required).

Today I’m recording things onto MiniDisc so I’ll have music to listen to at the gym. I copied over the U2 CD.

This is four generations removed from the original but it sounds as crisp as new because it’s digital. And uh… I didn’t pay for it.

Dawn of the New Ed

About 12 years ago I was stuck in a rut, standing there with a piece of paper flapping in my pocket (a BA degree), with no clue as to what I should do–or wanted to do–next. So I found some book (for the life of me I can’t remember what it was called) that helped me map out what I liked, what I didin’t like, what I was likely to succeed at, where my interests lay, etc.Out of that came the famous “five year plan“, which basically starts with envisioning who and where you want to be in five years. The plan worked miraculously. It helped me figure out what I wanted, and helped me focus on that. I was able to deflect most distractions and stuff that was not important, or was not bringing me closer to my goals. (Yeah. Goals. For the first time in my life I had real goals.)

OK, that was around 1989, so my five year plan was achieved seven years ago. I built on it for a while, but for the last couple of years I’ve essentially been coasting. Just riding the wave, without thinking about where I really want to be going next.Or, more precisely, coming up blank when I’d think about where I wanted to go next.

This has been scratching at the back of my angst for a while now, but I’m finally doing something about it. I found a new book, “Me, Five Years From Now”, which I hope will be as effective as the last one was.

I highly recommend this approach for people in a rut. It’s a cliche, but if you don’t know where you’re going, you ain’t never gonna get there.

The cool thing about this new book is that you don’t just read advice, you write out your own plan directly into the book. The first part of the plan (for me) is to get healthy. I’m not going to starve myself, but I’m going to make a concious effort to shun crap food, eat more fruit and veg, and get active!

The difference between my saying that today and my saying it last week is that yesterday I went through the process of mapping it out, so it’s now a plan instead of just a vague idea. Once it becomes a plan it’s much easier to follow through.

This plan will grow and will encompass many other things. It’s gonna be good!

That’s Just Wrong Department

We had a lot of snow this past week, getting up near 50cm within a couple of days. Apparently it was the third worst snowstorm in Quebec since they started keeping snowfall records.That’s enough anytime, but in the middle of freakin’ MARCH!!!??

I was up at the cottage this weekend. While the snow was wet and sloppy here in town, up in the Laurentians it was white and very wintery. Very beautiful, actually, just not in the middle of freakin’ MARCH alright!?

Here’s the cottage and here’s the road.