Allan's journal to the world. (Sounds important, doesn't it?)
Someone asked me why I gave five stars to a recent chat with a company. Were they really worth five stars? This is how I give out my stars.
One for responding within the time frame I required of them.
One for understanding the issue and not confusing it with another.
One for being knowledgeable.
One for finding a solution.
One for explaining, teaching, showing well in a meaningful, polite, non-robotic way.
If you’ve done all this, then you get five stars out of me. If not, then not.
I’ve written before about the tiny home idea previously – how it might work, what impacts it would have on a town or city, how if might help various people, etc. Something occurred to me while going to a student’s house in a mobile home park.
On the one hand, this guy’s ideas…
…seem like a great replacement for traditional stud construction for many applications.
Snow once again, the third this winter.
I don’t mind. I happen to enjoy snow.
Okay, I get a little excited when people use bad grammar – or diction, vocabulary, idioms, etc. I saw this article header on my Firefox web browser. Okay, I get a little excited when someone gets it right!
Oh yah. That’s what it’s all about, people.
It started snowing again today. Yay!
I actually don’t mind snow. I don’t mind walking in it, driving through it, or shovelling it. I certainly enjoy looking at it. People sometimes say, “When it’s winter, I complain about the cold. But, in summer, I look forward to winter.” I don’t think I do. I actually enjoy winter. No noisy hot-rods driving up and down the roads, coffee tastes better for some reason, and I look forward to meals much more than in hot weather. On the down side, I don’t get to work on any projects, and daylight disappears pretty quickly.
Holy cow. How true.
Can anyone design a more depressing looking building? Maybe Arthur Charles Erickson? (The University of Lethbridge resembles a prison inside its halls.) I thought for a moment – “What else has that cold, lonely, depressing look?” What popped into my mind was Robson Square in Vancouver. Oh – Mr. Erickson again.
Now, don’t get me wrong – I’m not really into hobbit houses, either. But surely some warmth can enter architecture, can it not? We’re creating environments to be in.
I found this article while surfing the web today. It’s about how kids learn and the resulting issues that pop up.
Interesting read.
I had some food poisoning today. Well, not sure if poisoning is the right word. I made some soup and included some dried foods left over from Korea. Bad thing to do. I rushed to the toilet several times. Unfortunately, I had to cancel one class today but caught the second one. On the way home, the fuel light turned on in the van. It reminded me that I hadn’t eaten much today, so I stopped at Wendy’s for a wrap. When I arrived home, Mother asked, “Do you have to go again?” I took this the wrong way, thinking “the toilet”. I replied, “Not sure yet, but thanks for asking.” She meant, “Do you have to teach again?” Ah, then “no”. Then Floyd asked, “Did you get rid of all that crap?” Again, I was thinking “sitting on the toilet”. “Uh… not sure yet,” I again replied. He meant if I threw out the dried food in the cupboard.
Good gravy. I’ve been contacted four times in the past 24 hours by a machine claiming to be from the Office of the Privacy Commissioner of Canada. The recording states that my Social Insurance Number has been compromised. Good gravy! How gullible do you think I am? Here’s an announcement from the actual OPC. Don’t be fooled, people! Hang up!