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Saturday
Jun192010

joe the parking-lot guy

Joe the parking-lot guy. A few years ago I met this guy in a parking-lot. I promise it's not as sordid as it sounds. He approached me outside, I was waiting for a friend who was saying his goodbyes, and he asked me if I had a smoke. I told him I didn't and then I made some comment about a shirt he was wearing. I believe it was a Pantera shirt. Joe looked rough and was fitting the stereotype of a guy who was still living in the 90s. He had a bandanna around his forehead, wore a black leather jacket with studs, hard-rock t-shirt as evidenced by his support of metal band Pantera and he had shredded jeans. I was probably wearing a button down shirt and some jeans or some other preppy ensemble. And then somehow we were talking about bands we both loved and we discovered we had some mutual friends with one another. He knew a guy who knew the guy I was waiting on. So we exchanged numbers and for about a year we'd hang out off and on at coffee shops talking about bands we enjoyed. It wasn't a great friendship, but it wasn't strange or weird. It was as if we both knew the limits of this friendship and recognized that this wasn't a well that was deep, but we were both ok with that. I lost touch with him at some point and that was that. Joe the parking-lot guy was out of my life. It's interesting how people fall in and out of your lives.

Monday
Mar012010

Old Friends

There is something very enjoyable about returning to an author that you have not read in a long time. It is similar to meeting an old friend with whom you have not seen for a long time.  I was at the book-store with a good friend of mine and we agreed that meeting more often for coffee would be a good thing. Because the two of us seem to go months on end without meeting each other (scheduling, life, general busyness, etc.), we decided that we needed some motivation. As we were browsing the aisles of the Fiction/Literature section of the book-store, Paul paused at Timothy Findley. "I've heard good things about him, but I've never read anything from him." Done.

We've set ourselves a goal that in 1 month we'll have finished reading the same book Not Wanted on the Voyage and will then meet up to discuss. A one on one book club so to speak. 

First impressions: a surreal fantastical world where common expectations of familiar Biblical stories are re-shaped. For example: Timothy has introduced a talking Unicorn into this magical-realist landscape, and yet we learn that Unicorns are only slightly larger than a dog. The characters are rich, particularly Mrs. Noyes, Noah's wife. She is a drunk who has issues when it comes to Dr. Noah Noyes religious obsession. And Yaweh is an old cantankerous curmudgeon who with his angels travels under the guise of a circus. My favourite character though would be Motyll, an elderly cat through which much of the story seems to be interpreted. An interesting choice to view the world of Noah through the eyes of various creatures and mythical beasts. Quite bizarre and delightful all at once. 

Speaking of delightful things: my good friend Karen is visiting right now from New Hampshire and I am loving every second of it. We've mostly been sitting around and catching up. As I told her yesterday, we're attempting to cram everything we would be doing if we lived in the same city, into a 4 day visit: getting drunk, dinner, movies, bad-tv marathons. We only knew each other for a year but we managed to create a very strong friendship. It is nice knowing that even though we have not seen each other in two years, that we can just fall right back into a friendship and pick up where we left off. The internet and telephone help some but nothing beats sitting down next to your friend and giggling over The Golden Girls. 

Alice in Wonderland later today. I am sure a review will go up shortly. Cheers. 

Monday
Nov302009

Emi came over this weekend for a relaxing couch and slouch movie and she gave me a belated birthday greeting card. Emi being Emi modified it a bit with some help from my facebook profile. Warning: the image you are about to see is both amazing and terrifying, you have been warned. Thanks Emi, its on my desk and I smile every time I see it. Cheers. 

Saturday
Nov142009

Listening to NPR this morning and there was an interview with Emily Yellin whose book Your Call Is Not That Important To Us: Customer Service and What It Reveals About Our World  was very interesting. Discussion of a particular incident she discovered in her research around the world into this aspect of our life struck me as very odd, and maybe even a bit scary. 

The discussion had veered into talk about the frustrations that many North Americans have about customer service calls being answered by companies who outsource their service abroad.  The issue being the thick accents and poor english/grammar skills by foreign workers who handle these calls. I think this is something we have all experienced and know well. Ms. Yellin remarked that as frustrating as this issue is there are certain companies that are trying to improve for their customers.  

In Buenos Aires she interviewed a particular company and how they were attempting to improve their lingual skills so that North Americans felt more comfortable.  The people in these call centres in Buenos Aires watch American television programs to help them pick up on American idioms, phrases, and speech patterns. The three shows that the people in these call centres use to help them speak better: Friends, Seinfeld, & Scrubs

I find this hilarious and frightening. This is the perception that many people must have of how people in North American speak and this is the ideal to which these call centre workers aspire to meet so that North Americans can feel like they are speaking to other North Americans who handle their customer service oriented calls. 

"No...no...no! I'm sorry Pablo but you simply must speak more like Chandler. See how he talks to the the one they call Phoebe, this is how we speak to those Americans."

I realize that we all to some degree, base our cultural views and perspectives on the media that we consume. It just seems frightening to me that these three particular shows are the examples that the workers are using. Interesting stuff to ponder. Enjoy.