Saturday, June 30, 2007

Vancouver Rocks!

After escaping terrorism and snobbish bouncers of all stripe, I flew to Vancouver to be whisked away to this forest retreat for a night of long overdue sleep. Did I mention that the forest retreat was also an art gallery?
Thanks Laura!

Friday, June 29, 2007

London Sucks.

Originally, I thought ha ha, look: a bunch of suits are lined up to get in to the hottest club in London, but it's a T.G.I. Fridays!! Then I realized there was a police officer. Then, 15 hours later, I found out there was a bomb. A car bomb. That I was heading directly towards.

Oh well, at least I got to meet Eugene. He knows what he's doing.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Nasshledano Praha!

I had to leave Prague, but I managed to get these few shots at the airport.


This is me finally getting to drink a Staropramen, the beer I was trying to find _all_ _week_. Good thing for lax liquor laws.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Culture!

I had to present on the 28th, so for the night of the 27th Tarek and I just went out to have a quiet dinner in the old town. We happened across this theatre, at which Mozart premiered Don Giovanni. Here's the man himself:

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Architecture in Prague

Here's my rough classification of architecture styles in Prague:

These old 6-story buildings lining every street downtown, without breaks.


Giant imposing Gothic buildings totally out of proportion in size to the rest of the, uh, universe.


Old Jewish buildings housing giant living clay automata .Modern steel-and-glass buildings housing American tech companies.


Large grey Decalogue style communist housing blocks.


Uhhhh, I couldn't say.

Monday, June 25, 2007

The Flopper!

I went back to Wenceslas Square to find a vegetarian restaurant, and planned to skip the tourist-priced pubs off the square ($2.00 for a pint of beer!? unforgiveable!) until I saw Dominik Hasek perched up there. The bartender was unmoved by my knowledge of hockey, but the Budweiser was delicious.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Pre-conference travels

The ACL conference started Monday, so I had Sunday to sightsee. I wandered around looking for a place to read the abstracts and pick a talk to attend. I accidentally found the square named after the real life Good Kind Wenceslas

I found a bookstore/cafe in the square, the Neo Luxor, and made it through the abstracts up to Tuesday morning. I had a Turkish Coffee, so called because there's a big lump of hashish in the bottom.

Then I stopped into the bathroom to be irradiated, as depicted in this totally undoctored photo.
Seriously, that was hardcore UV. If you know someone who speaks Czech, let me know whether the sign below says "PLEASE STAY OUT IF YOU WANT HAVE KIDS!!! THANK YOU"

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Czech Oddities

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Read the poster carefully. I can't think of a better place to put a museum of communism.


The best kind.


You can pee right on the street! You have to pay for it though.

R.U.R.

Even break-dancing robots, even in the home of the inventor of the robot, can't get no respect.

Prague!

Old Buildings!

Tourists!

Food!

Consonants!

Friday, June 22, 2007

So close, but so far

London is _almost_ like Canada, because they have Starbucks, but not quite like Canada, because the Starbucks in the airport is located next to a room of some kind in which you can bet on horses.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

More farewells

Here's me and K* at the airporter. I'll miss this one the most. Look at that ensemble. Look at that face. How could I not?

See her take on things here.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Farewells

I'm going to Prague, then London, then Vancouver, then Palo Alto, and by the time I get back from all that Victor might be gone. This being the last night before I left, a bunch of us went out to have a last look at the scenic landscapes painted cheesily on the Garneau walls.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

No Time

I'm not planning on doing anything today but working and making a budget. So, instead, here's pictures of me aging 60 years. At least my moustache retains its youthful vigor.




Monday, June 18, 2007

Travel Preparations

The upcoming trip to Prague prompted me to finally remove the logo from my wee suitcase. Seriously, whose idea is this company name? You couldn't put two worse words on a travel bag.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Usurped

I tried to get K* to take a picture of me holding a ridiculously large tofu-ice-cream cone, but she had her own ideas.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

End of Term?

For the second time in as many days I was invited out for a beer to celebrate the end of term. I didn't even know there _was_ a term. Also, the Leffe tasted a little bit like banana.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Babies ATTACK!

Ken and Lorianne had us over for dinner again. It was delicious, but after dinner, we were suddenly attacked by BABIES. I was ill prepared. K* fared much better:

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Not Tonight, SEE, but maybe tomorrow

Guerilla Marketing would be much more awesome if it weren't marketing.

Monumental

Today, for the second time in my life, I filed tax returns. This is what 7 years of tax returns looks like. When the government puts the money in my bank account, I'll be much closer to my goal of having $0.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

O-ho!

I guess you can never really escape this place. Koji graduated today, and went right from the ceremony to the lab to get back to work. As you can see, though, at least he came back with a little more aplomb.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Crooked Deals

Even though none of the lines in this house next door intersect at right angles, it's listed for sale at $589,000. Because it's in Edmonton, they could wait another month and it might go up $25,000.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Yow!

With these ladies headlining, the party went well into Sunday morning. Guitar hero is way more fun with two guitars. Also - Wiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Rockin' the 'hawk

I swear I didn't make this fauxhawk on purpose. It gave me all the powers of intimidation I needed to win at Pit when Chris had us over Saturday night.

Friday, June 8, 2007

How Octavian scored his first goal

Yeah, that's right, he's smoking a cigarette and playing soccer at the same time.

What are you gonna do about it?