Non-stop shit parade

See title.

Better day

Today has been ok. Last night at the Gladstone with Zab was fun. Such an old friend makes for good company anytime. Ours was the only table with a spontaneously built, papercraft farm complex. We were not there to meet people.

Got some studying done at Future's with Ali; Air came by for lunch. I recognized the girl sitting at the table over from us from last night. Felt more bashful than I have in a long time when I caught her looking at me, and dumb for not saying hello.

Now Hiring: Torontoist

Torontoist, a city-blog and part of the quickly upsizing Gothamist network, is hiring. The site is looking for contributors of all sorts who, it seems, will be mostly unpaid -- they mention a financial ability to buy coffee when addressing monetary compensation for works submitted, but, on the bright side, whose posts will reach a broad audience, and sit alongside the posts of a jolly assortment of other Toronto lovers.

The job description also mentions 'accreditation.' I'm not certain what this means, but am momentarily enjoying the thought of it having something to do with wearing a multi-pocketed vest* or overcoat, and a press badge around one's neck.

*related to previous post

Tags: Toronto, now hiring, ksavo, kslog

Nokia plunges two stories, survives

Those of you who know me know that I'm a bit of pack rat I don't travel lightly, and I use my pockets. Pockets are good; they exist to transport things. But there exist various types of pockets, and not all pockets are created equally useful.

For example, the back pockets on the jeans I've worn a number of times in the past seven days excellently contain my loose change, identification cards, and money cards. The exterior pockets on my well worn, black coat, however, are fairly deep, but angled awkwardly enough that phone-sized objects are easily jostled out when I sit down with the coat done up, or when I remove other objects. (Also, the lining in the left pocket of the black coat has ruptured, and a tricky blackhole has been opened. Things like keys and coins can no longer be stored in that pocket, as they will end up in that cloaked invisible part of the universe which lays between coat lining and filling; it mostly carries an iPod, these days.)

This evening, I experienced the black coat's most extreme pocket failure to date. Leaving school, I reached into r-pocket and knocked out my dependable Nokia 6585. Off the phone went on its uncontrolled descent of two levels, hitting walls and windows on its way before smashing on the granite-styled floor of the school's basement.

Have you ever seen a car's windshield shatter, but break into little chunks, instead of more dangerous shards? My Nokia is made of brittle-seeming plastic, but, instead of shattering and being destroyed, it broke apart like it was constructed to be undone in such a way as dropping two floors, and then be put back together again. (I'm amusedly surprised, now, that a little parachute didn't deploy.) All that was needed to reassemble the phone were three easy snaps and a friendly security guard who unlocked the door to the basement for me (the battery had slid underneath).

So, there you have it. The phone fell, broke, was put back together, retained its memory, and continues to work. The Nokia 6585 is an extremely durable phone, suitable for my level of attention and care. Also, I need to sew the lining of my coat pocket; a winter coat is no place for a blackhole; Nokia phones do not come equipped with miniature, automatic parachutes.

Tags: Nokia, Toronto, daily life, ksavo, kslog, ksavo, kslog