warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Hedgefund's day care class will be learning to skate. We think this is a great thing, as if they learn winter sports, they might even enjoy winter here. Since neither Nom nor I can skate, ski, or any other winter sport (well really, do any sport), we aren't the ones to be able to teach them, so it's great they'll at least get the basics at day care. (Wallstreet is the the class behind hers, so he'll presumably get it next year.) This weekend we bought her gear.

When you have children, some "helpful" person sends you one of those articles that says that it costs 28 million dollars to raise a child, from prenatal care through medical school tuition, or some such. Whatever ridiculous figure they claim, and whatever it actually costs, this ignores the key fact that you don't have to front the money at once. The doctor/midwife doesn't hold onto the kid and say "give us all the money now or we send it back." It gets paid in dribs and drabs (and sometimes flood waters) but not up front.

Still certain amounts come with some sticker shock. This is where I get all curmundgeonly and harrumph that in my day, we bought a cheap pair of skates and went out on the river/dad flooded the backyard. Uh, yeah, right. In fact, they will be practicing at the municipal arena, and since likely people will also be practicing hockey on part of it, they need helmets with face shields and other accoutrements. So, a fair wack of money at once, although the skates and helmet are adjustable so she'll be able to use them for many years.

Anyhow, it starts. Will try to keep from having them too over-programmed (some kids do a different after school activity every day), but that is more because I think that is a stupid thing to do to a kid than because of cost (although that is a consideration also). Regardless, there are things they should learn that we can't teach them, and some of that comes with a cost. How many million did you say?
warriorsavant: (Dr. Injecto)
Bob. I think I've decided on Bob, not Yorick.

He was with me in the car, taking him home, and I had visions of getting stopped by the police. Not that I seriously expected to get stopped, just a random paranoid fantasy about having to explain to the nice police officer man about why I had him in my car. I mean why I had it in the car.

I think I need to back up a bit.

Have always wanted a skull - well, actually, would like entire skeleton or three, but that would be too costly. Father of a friend (someone I was a Resident with) is a retired Anatomy Professor, downsized his home, including selling off some of his collection, and I’d thought I’d buy a skull. The Professor, quite prominent in his day (I googled his name and research, and got over 2-million hits, which puts him up there with the better porn sites), acquired it from India in the 1960's when "developing" nations such as India and China were quite happy to sell excess bones. He had two for sale, one a nicely bleached white, the other a mellow aged yellowish.

Discussed with friends and family, and the consensus was to go with the more aged-looking one. If I lived in Nevada (as some family and Gentle Readers do), the bleached white might have gone well with the desert theme, but the yellow goes more with the theme of "I live in the cold dark North and have delusions of being a wizard." Equally important, the yellowish color also makes it look like someone who had an interesting life... interesting death also. (Line from Dresden Files - TV show, not books.)

As to the name, was thinking of either Bob (again from Dresden Files) or Yorick (Hamlet - stage play, not TV show). For now going with Bob, since if I'm going with the "I think I'm a wizard" theme, then that goes better. Really, being a Dermatologist is just like being a wizard, except for the white coat instead of black robes, and, uh, yeah, I actually don't do any magic. (Although I confess that when patients insist on "natural" treatment, I sometimes claim I only do supernatural treatments. They don't seem to believe me.)

There was an additional consensus that it will be kept at my office, not my house. “Consensus” here being defined as what was decreed by higher headquarters (my wonderful and sensible wife). I must say, he looks quite fine sitting here on my desk in the back room of my office smiling benignly as I type this.
warriorsavant: (Renovations)
Finally having driveway and yard done. (Mostly finished.) Are not redoing the garage this year (if ever) but did have them put down some concrete just at the entrance, where it was broken up to put in the new driveway. There were animal tracks on it. Nom said it was a cat (plus one Nom spoor). Looking at it, I said, "looks like cat and squirrel." In the back of my mind, a voice in a bad, fake, Russian accent, changed it to, "looks like Moose and Squirrel."

Some moons ago, when I was still a Commander in the Reserves, we were having a staff meeting, with the staff reporting on our getting ready an exercise. I was going down the list of things to check on:
"What about food?"
"What about communications?"
(and changing to bad, fake, Russian accent) "What about Moose and Squirrel?"
You could tell the age of the people in the room without looking at them by who was glancing out of the corner of their eyes trying to decide if they needed to call higher headquarters because I'd gone off the deep end, versus who was laughing hysterically.
warriorsavant: (Space-horsehead nebula)
Friday, Nom & the kids were visiting the grandparents. I had gotten home early from work. I had a ton of stuff to do, but I needed some down time and I had the whole house to myself. Obviously time for wild partying… yeah, right. I took a bath, all by myself! Then watched part of a Dr. Who. (I still have 2-3 that haven't watched from last season, need to get to them before the next seasons starts at Christmas.) They came home when I was almost at the end, and the kids wanted to watch with me. In the past, it scared the dickens out of them (and did when we tried to watch more the next day), but they were good with it that time. Only problem was that Hedgefund would ask me at least once/minute what was happening and why. In a Dr. Who episode. Would have trouble explaining that to an adult. Anyhow, still great father-child activity for the nerd set.

Little Zoo

Jul. 24th, 2018 10:54 am
warriorsavant: (White Lion - Jabulani)
Wanted to take the kids to the zoo yesterday. Yeah, I'm doing the "it's summer, I'm on vacation, let's do stuff with the kids that they may never remember. (Hey surly teenager, look at the dang photos about how you had mandatory fun as a small child.)

Were going to go to the Granby Zoo, which is a large, well-regarded zoo over an hour from Montreal, but we had other things to do, and since doing anything with small kids takes 2-3 times longer than planned, we checked and found a smaller one right on Montreal Island, the Ecomuseum Zoo. (Not entirely sure what is with Quebec's "Ecomuseums" but they are small, specialized "museums" scattered around the province.) It was much closer, much smaller, and much cheaper admission.

They had:
Birds (ducks, turkeys, eagles, crows, ravens)
Turtles
Mammals (deer, martens, fishers, lynx, otters, coyotes, wolves, bears, racoons, porcupines)

The kids more-or-less enjoyed it, probably enjoyed the playground area more than the exhibits. (The bear was sleeping, and the lynx were hiding, but the otters were being playful as usual. I like otters.) I think they would have enjoyed a petting zoo more. Birds and turtles not good for petting, and frankly even some cuddly-looking animals like racoons tend to bite if you get close to them. Wolves, coyotes (outside of a Mercy Thompson novel), and bears are right out.

La Ronde

Jul. 19th, 2018 12:19 pm
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Took the kids to La Ronde*, the big amusement park in Montreal. Hedgefund wanted go on the rides, which surprised me. She had previously been very afraid of anything like that, but then she previously had been 3 years old, so things change. Apparently they have some mini-rides at one of the shopping malls that she'd been on, and at the most recent Family Day in our local park she enjoyed the pony ride, which the year before she had been terrified of.

I've never been big on amusement park rides. The concept of paying good money for something designed to evoke sensations a normal person tries to avoid (nausea & overwhelming fear - they're there for a reason) makes no sense to me. If I wanted to do that, I could more simply and cheaply walk through a bad neighborhood with 20$ bills hanging out of my pockets. As a teenager, I once or twice went to an amusement park near me, called Adventurers Inn, but I don't recall much about it. I doubt I went on any of the rides. I've been a wuss sensible since an early age. Come to think of it, the scariest thing about deploying with the Army was the roll-over training.**

We bought a season pass, because they were on sale for only 2$/person more than single entry. (And before you scoff, Nom has scheduled us to go back tomorrow.) First thing was going on the mini-rail, an elevated monorail that loops around the park. Well, it was supposed to loop around the park, but due to the installation of the fireworks launcher (they have a twice weekly international fireworks competition in summer), it only went halfway around, and we had to walk back. Then we had overpriced lunch (tomorrow we're bringing our own food) and went on the kiddie rides. That's about my speed (literally and metaphorically). Hedgefund really liked the carrousel ponies that went up-and-down. I rode next to her, and Wallstreet, being the sensible tyke that he is (takes after his papa), rode on one of the fancy, fixed benches with Nom. I think the waiting times to get on the rides were longer than the rides, but not outrageous like at Disney Land/World/Universe. They had fun. Hedgefund really enjoyed the rides, and Wallstreet tolerated them, plus just enjoyed looking and people and things (which he could have done just as well on a crowded downtown street). Surprisingly, I enjoyed it too. Obviously enjoyed being with my family and seeing them having such fun, but kind of directly enjoyed it.***



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*It was built as the amusement park for the Expo 67 Worlds Fair. I dimly remember coming up here with my family as a child for Expo 67. I was kept open as a stand-alone for quite a while, went bankrupt, then was bought up by Six Flags. It is the largest amusement park in Quebec, second largest in Canada; I don't know where it stands on world rankings, if there is such a thing. It is on one of the smaller islands near Montreal (which itself is actually on an island in the middle of the St. Lawrence River, so technically I live on an archipelago).
** Simulates being in a vehicle that rolls over, to train you how to get out of an darkened, upside down armored vehicle. It is the cabin of a vehicle attached to a frame that can roll it. The windows are blacked out, and there are a bunch of empty plastic soda bottles that bounce around to further disorient you (in a real vehicle roll over, there would be lots of things bouncing around, many of them heavy and metal). You strap in, they roll over the vehicle 2-3 times. The first go-around, they stop it on its side; the second time, they stop it completely upside down. Then you have to unstrap and extract yourself.
*** I have a bit of memory of being very small and going on some kiddie rides with my mom. I think a local dinner had a little play park on the side. I can see in my mind's eye a carrousel, but our riding on the fixed bench instead of the horses; and a bright green caterpillar with a happy face that went around a track. I wasn't scared going on the rides, but for some reason, up until now, every time I remembered that scene, I found it terribly sad. I don't know why, but every time I'd flash back to it, I'd get very sad. After taking the kids to La Ronde, I look back on that scene with something resembling happiness.

warriorsavant: (Venice)
I'm on vacation. Had a jam-packed off Friday. I was expecting that, as there are always people I want to see before I shut down for 2 weeks, so the week before, and especially the day before, I shut down, are always packed with last minute issues. I'm not going anywhere, it's more of what we in these parts call as "staycation," a.k.a. "going to Kitchen Inn," or in French, "balconville."

Started off the vacation with a great show. Montreal is big on festivals. Trying to prove we're a first-ranked megacity. We ain't, but we have fun. All summer there are different festivals: jazz, comedy, movies, etc. This week is Montréal Complètement Cirque ("Montreal Completely Circus"), and last night there was a free show of Phénix (https://montrealcompletementcirque.com/en/program/shows/phenix/ ). Picnic in the park, and watch juggling, dance, acrobatics, and more. Most circuses in Montreal are inspired by Cirque du Soleil; maybe most around the world now. More fantasia, more choreography. I think needed in the modern world. A century ago, could watch someone juggle 3-4 balls and be totally fascinated. Now we've all seen better on television, so need more than the simple acts/actions. Children and adults (we met some friends there) all really enjoyed.

We went via Metro, which was a first for the kids. They handled it well. Good. They're urban kids, they should be comfortable on the Metro. More comfortable in Montreal than NYC, because Metro here is rubber tired and therefore doesn't hurt the ears. (That's one of the things I no longer appreciate about NYC. I don't mind the bigness and crowds, I don't like noise to the level of phyically painful. Put dang rubber tires on the subways, or otherwise engineer them better.) Not all the Montreal Metro stations are stroller friendly, but I find strollers do fine on the wide escalators. For the stations that only had stairs, we just looked around for some young man looking friendly and reasonable strong to help me carry it up or down the stairs while Nom herded the kids.

Tidbits

Dec. 9th, 2017 04:22 pm
warriorsavant: (Signpost Ft. Benning)
➢ Are sending out letters to patients telling them the new address. Should be moving the office in just over a month. For a few that I keep thinking, "maybe I won't send this one a letter…" Can't really do that, but for some people, I have to hold onto my professionalism with both hands.
➢ The weather teased us with a few nice days, now back to winter. Why don't I set up shop in the southern hemisphere for 6 months out of the year.
➢ In between those two is the fact that hard to determine if a lesion is hot to the touch if this is your first patient of the day, and you've just come in from outside. Gloves or no, hands are too cold to be sensitive. Had to tell her to wait until I saw anoth
➢ Dang it, stop wishing me "Happy Holidays," when (a) the phrase is "Merry Christmas" (even for we non-Christians), and (b) it's still November*. Gonna boil someone in their own plum pudding and bury them with a stake of holly through the heart.
➢ My accountant has his annual scotch tasting. Even bigger this year, with food. For him, it's a company-sponsored event (good will for employees and clients) which gives him a chance to hold court and drink scotch. He's quite sociable and great to talk with. For the invitees, it's a chance to… socialize (even I manage) and drink scotch.
➢ I'm secretly Sheldon Cooper. Well, Nom is. Well over a year ago, she ordered the kid's shower curtain. It displays the Periodic Table of the Elements (in lovely shades of brown, so even goes with the décor. Finally got it hung; it looks great. However, if I ever did shower in their, Tom Lehrer's Periodic Table of Elements would be running through my head**, not to mention C.J. & the PhD's Periodic Table of Elements.***



*Clearly jotted this one down a coupla weeks ago. I think I can start wishing people Merry Christmas by the middle of next week.
**Our neice was very proud of having memorized that, and was astounded that I'd heard of it.
***Not likely you'd heard of them. Probably all wanted to be Tom Lehrer when they grew up. I knew them in Virginia back when I was an Intern. They had originally formed the band as graduate student, singing humorous & satirical songs for beer money on the weekends (eg Nuke the Whales). By the time I heard them, they were only doing this for old time's sake, having all graduated and gone onto real jobs - well, except for one guy who had a little too much "fun" in the '60s and didn't have the brain power left.

Earworm

Dec. 3rd, 2017 07:43 am
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Last time we were visiting Nom's bro & family, our nieces asked us if we'd ever heard of this really cool old TV, then sang a bit of the theme music. Friends. A show that has been off the air since before they were born. Was never a big fan. Never really a big TV watcher at all, but used to rarely watch it with GoTV. (Wow, haven't thought about her in quite a while*.) During my first - no, make that second - deployment in 2002-2003 (beginning of Operation Iraqi Freedom - an operation named without conscious irony), we were stuck for over a month waiting to rotate home. We'd already turned over operation of the hospital to our replacements, and were just sitting around Camp Doha doing nothing. (Since we'd actually gotten there before almost any other units, we were supposed to be the first going home, but they hadn't worked out how to send units home yet.) There was a small DVD lending library, and after having seen everything I actually liked, I borrowed the entire first season of Friends. Someone seeing me do that comments, "Wow, sir, you're really bored, aren't you." Yeah, that about described it.

Anyhow, since the nieces mentioned it, the darn theme song has been running through my mind. Oh well, all earworms eventually die.

*For the Gentle Readers new-ish to this blog, that was my ex-. There's no residual animosity. We were friends for a while, but have moved on. I don't like to fail at anything, and a break-up is a form of failure, so some tiny part of me will always be sorry about that, but considering how great life turned out for me (married to Nom!), on the balance quite happy.

warriorsavant: (Books (Trinity College Library))
(Wrote this 2 months ago and forgot to post it.)
Read Rob Edelmar & Audrey E. Kupferberg's Angela Lansbury: A Life on Stage & Screen. I found it on the used book table maintained by the volunteers at JGH. Not bad, but a little prone to breathlessly discussing famous actors and such that Lansbury had interacted with, who are totally unknown to me.

Lansbury is perhaps best known for her role as Jessica Fletcher in the long-running TV series Murder She Wrote, but her career spanned more than 70 years. I loved Murder She Wrote, but rather forgot about Lansbury when it went off the air. Then some years back, I saw a Broadway production of Blythe Spirit with CSM, WWC, and Dad. (Eight-ten years ago? Possibly posted about it then.) We frequently went to shows when CSM & I were in town for Army Reserve weekends, and picked Blythe Spirit for 2 reasons: WWC had been in an amateur production 20(?) years before that, and (b) Angela Lansbury! It was a rather low energy part, but she was in her 80's by then. Reading the Playbill, I realized that the first time Lansbury had been on Broadway was the year I was born.

She came from a family of actors and politicians, of English and Irish descent, later coming to the US (originally to avoid the Blitz in London). One the first fulltime performing gigs she had was a 6 week cabaret run in Montreal. She never played the ingénue, lacking classic beauty, but played just about everything else, from bit part to character actor to star, on stage, big screen, and TV. From all accounts received, as a person she was also a class act.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Hedgefund seems to channeling Sheldon from Big Bang Theory. She was sitting somewhere and informed me that that was her spot, and no one else was allowed to sit there. She is also highly obsessional about things needing to be put back in the right place, or things to be done in a certain order. On the other hand, that could also be normal for toddlers, who are just learning "the way things 'sposed to be" and don't want it mixed up. Certainly not because she's my daughter (*looks innocent*)

Everyone is sick except her. I have visions of her nursing the entire family. Sometimes she does like taking care of her baby brother, Wallstreet. Today she was teaching him to read. No, she doesn't know how to read either, but that wasn't stopping her (again, certainly not my daughter there… again *looks innocent*). It was more she was showing him the pictures and teaching him individual words. *Kvells.*
warriorsavant: (Sword & Microscope 1)
Last post I mentioned actually attending a sports event. The current Bell Centre is rather soulless compared to the old Forum, but it gets the job done. Of course, they have souvenir stands, selling, cups, hats, and, well, take a look...
Souvenirs )


Don't worry, even if I'm introducing them to sports/religion, I'm not neglecting their nerd side
Nerdwear )


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warriorsavant: (Quebec sait faire)
Arizona sucks ditch water.1 Specifically, the Arizona Coyotes, who were crushed by Nos Glorieux2 last night 5:2.

For those who are confused as to what I'm talking about, I'm referring to Canada's national religion,3 hockey.4 I've never been much of a sports fan,5 but every coupla years someone comps me some tix,6 and I go. I generally go with somoene who is a big fan, and I pick up on their excitement and have fun. Last night I went with my biggest fan, Nom, and even if she is less than a sports nut than I am, we had fun.



1. Except for a certain household in Tempe.
2. Nos Glorieux = Les Habs = the Montreal Canadiens.
3. No, not Theanism, that would be, well, see footnote 1.
4. Hockey. "Ice Hockey" is redundant in these parts.
5. "Never been much of" is a gross understatement.
6. Drug company reps used to be good for that, but they've tightened the rules to limit their largesse to "educational activities." I found last night's game quite educational, but apparently that is not what is meant.
warriorsavant: (Books (Trinity College Library))
I love to read. Haven't had much time for it lately - well, actually have been reading a lot lately, mostly out loud, including The Cat in the Hat, Caillou, Aubergine... And those repeatedly. As for adult reading, the list has been limited, but some good ones in there. Before going on to that, a tip of the hat to Garrison Keiller, who will no longer be broadcasting A Prairie Home Companion, one of the most brilliant and touching radio shows from out of the heartland of America. Life in Lake Wobegon will continue in our hearts, but we'll no longer get to hear about it. Somewhere in the back of my mind, if I ever go back to writing Science Fiction, there will an equivalent Anasemble Broadcast show.

Now (drum roll please), my little list:
Erik Larson's Dead Wake (courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] eattheolives)
David O. Stewart's Madison's Gift (courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] oxymoron67)
J.K. Rowling's stage play of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (courtesy of my being a nerd)

Dead Wake is about the sinking of the Lusitania. It is gripping reading, with almost the classic definition of a Tragedy, in that you know what is going to happen, you follow the twists and turns with agony, hoping it won't, but knowing it will. One insight, that Larson writes in the Afterward he had had, was that the US didn't immediately go to war right after the sinking. In school, that was rather the impression we got, but in fact it was almost 2 years later. I never thought WW I was our business, but the US got sucked in by a combination of British cleverness and German stupidity. Regardless, one feels for the passengers on the Lusitania, and gets a fine feeling for the background of the tragedy.

Madison's Gift is not as well written. In fact, it's rather slow going, but it too gives interesting insights into a historical period, and into one of the less-well-known but key players, James Madison (political theorist, 4th president and one of the Founders of the US). Worth a read as a history buff.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is also worth reading, but very different from the books. First, it's the script of the 2-part stage play, so you have to imagine it's being staged (some requires very good staging to get the effects described). Second, Harry et al are now adults, with the protagonist being his son. There's lots of father-son/intergenerational issues brought out. Definitely enjoyed it, but not as much as the original books, especially the first one.
warriorsavant: (Meh)
Only thing missing is the mini-van. Shoot me now.

Am on vacation right now. Spending my vacation, as we say in these parts, in Balconville. Yesterday, I took the kids to the zoo*. All three kids, if you count Nom, who was the one most eager to go. Packed a picnic lunch, saddled up the station wagon**, and headed down the highway. Wallstreet was way too young to actually notice. Hedgefund noticed, but largely wasn't impressed, and by the end of the day was tired and cranky. We went to the Africa section, which of course has all the cool large mammals which is what you really want to see, followed by the aquapark (not actually a zoo at all, that part). At her age, Hedgefund was just as amused and impressed by the little fountains (and annoyed she couldn't play in them, see prior post) and random domestic birds flying around, as she was by the actual exhibits. That having been said, I think she was impressed and pleased to have seen a real elephant, real giraffe, and real lion. These are animals she knows from picture books, and I think she understood that these were actually real, live ones. Will try this again in another 5 years and see if it goes better.


* Granby Zoo, about an hour's drive from Montreal. Not a bad zoo, well known in these parts. http://zoodegranby.com/en/
** A Toyota Matrix is basically a station wagon, although they don't call it that. I guess I don't need the mini-van to be stereotypical suburbanite if I have a 'wagon.
warriorsavant: (Composite)
One of my greatest joys is watching Hedgefund learning new things. (An equally great joy is just watching her smile, laugh, and be happy, but that's not the subject of today's post.) It could be as simple as a new word, or learning how to open something (ignoring the scary part of her having figured out screw tops), or how to move a certain object. I always knew, even when I wasn't keen on having children, that I'd enjoy that part. I guess I thought of it more as actually teaching them things, but I take as much joy in watching them learn on their own, which in the long run, is more important for their development.

When I was a Commander in the Army, one of my biggest satisfactions was teaching Soldiers, or watching them learn on their own. It could either be individual Soldiers, or units as a whole. I recall one time, as a National Guard Company Commander, when the troops were qualifying on the rifle range. One Soldier's rifle jammed. She looked at me for what to do. I just said, "What's your mnemonic?" (There's an acronym for the steps to go thru if your weapon jams.) She repeated it back to me by rote, initially perplexed, then her face lit up. She suddenly realized that it wasn't just some Army nonsense we made them memorize, but it had an immediate, practical use. She went thru the steps, unjammed the weapon, and qualified. I get the same thrill teaching medical students and residents, but nothing compares to its being my own children learning and discovering.

In more mundane news, we went out to brunch today to Patrice. It's a place near us that we love for pastry, had always wanted to try their brunch, and decided to risk the havoc and chaos of bringing the kids. It actually worked. With Hedgefund being almost 2 years, she can sit still for a few minutes at a time, and Wallstreet mostly just sits or lies anyhow. I admit we weren't having deep, intellectual, sparkling conversation, but at least sorta got out like adults. At one point, I was feeding Wallstreet (with his bottle), and Nom was feeding Hedgefund, herself, and me (with a fork).

Since going out is rather hit-or-miss, have started watching pay-per-view movies. Unlike going out to the movies, can watch en famille without disturbing others, pause when needed, and much cheaper that way too. Not quite adult date night, but works as a compromise.
warriorsavant: (Sword & Microscope 1)
Nom just emailed me that Hedgefund picked up a sample of skin cream that we have around, and said, "Papa, Papa." *Beams* *Dotes*

Not into Heavy Metal, but Disturbed's cover version of Simon & Garfunkel's Sounds of Silence is as hauntingly beautiful in it's own way as the original. That was always such an evocative song.
warriorsavant: (HHG-Throne of fruit)
Summer is the best time to be in Montreal, if you're free that week. There are festivals of every kind all summer long. Yesterday, I finished at St. Anne's hospital early, and we sampled two of them.

First, for lunch, was Bouffons Montreal. Bouffons roughly translates to let's stuff face. It is basically a festival of food trucks. Unlike most other major cities, for years Montreal didn't permit food trucks. They're great, but the restaurants complained (with some justification) that food trucks took business away from them, yet weren't subject to the same sanitary inspections, didn't have to have washrooms, and didn't pay property taxes. There were a few trucks that operated, but mostly during festivals on Federal or Provincial land. Recently they were legalized, and this week they had dozens of them parked in an area downtown. Most of them were in the Quartier des spectacles (roughly translates to Performance District), but several spilling out elsewhere. Many are mobile branches of fixed facility restaurants. Our first stop was Chef Jerome Ferrer's Europea for lobster rolls and sweet potato fries with truffle mayonnaise. Great choice but made anything else anticlimactic. Nom had a hankering for poutine (roughly translates to… oh, look it up, ça ne se traduit pas) so second stop was Smoking BBQ. We had poutine & ribs (not on same plate), both of which were okay, but not spectacular. For dessert had chocolate-covered waffles.

In the evening, we went to the Comedy Nest. One of Montreal's premier festivals is JPL (Juste Pour Rire, roughly translates to… well, you can figure it out, I shouldn't have to do all the work for you). The Comedy Nest is open year 'round, but they have special shows during JPL, and someone comp'ed me 2 tickets. There were 4 comedians, who, with my great facility for remembering names, I can't name for you. One was okay, one was lame, and two were really good.
warriorsavant: (Sword & Microscope 1)
Monday
I am attending the World Congress of Dermatology, which is the world's biggest Derm convention, although it only happens once every 4 years (the American Academy of Derm winter meeting is the biggest annual one). It's in Vancouver this year, so in effect Canada is hosting, so I feel obligated to attend and support the home team. I also need to get caught up on my CME. Most years I get about 3 times the required amount, but I've been rather busy the past 14 months or so.

In a way, I’m not happy about going. This is the first time I'll be away, leaving my family alone, since Nom's been pregnant. I was away for a few days early January of this year (Army reunion). Hedgefund had been born, but was less mobile than now, and Nom wasn't pregnant. We'll all get over it, but I was highly ambivalent about going, even if Nom did give me a hall pass.

En route )

First day there )
warriorsavant: (Sword & Microscope 1)
Opening reception of what? you ask. Not important right now. Will post later, but these photos too cool not to share.

First, a ghost )


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