I am not!
I was once at a conference about tech in schools- it was full of tech-savvy people who used wifi a lot.
The wifi crashed completely by being overloaded.
Then, everyone pulled out their MiFi dongles and crashed the local cell towers when all the traffic shifted there. Brutal to watch.
You’re not going to pass the sugar, are you. Just like your father.
Ye gods, you might be on to something. I’m seeing it.
I drink coffee and also tea (and when no other caffeinated offering will present itself, maté). Perhaps I am mixed passive aggressive with my mixed race, mixed music and food preferences. Hey!
All mixed up! Can I call that nearly balanced? Thank goodness Austin’s still got room for us eccentrics, lefties, vocal critics, curious, rebellious, “Keep Austin Weird”-ites.
You forgot the biscuits again didn’t you, just like your Mother.
(in English, but with a Chinese accent:)
“Your cousin C.C. is going to Johns Hopkins in the fall [for medical school]. Your cousin Vivian is going to Cornell [for engineering degree]. [Chinese neighbor boy] is going to Rice on a full scholarship [for engineering degree].”
Long pause, unsaid, containing this: [And why, again, are you bothering to major in English; why even go to college?]
No biscuits or sugar.
Dumplings!
Chinese tea with little pork dumplings or glutinous rice cakes with red bean paste in the middle.
At least newer generations are a little more forgiving.
Back in college a girl I knew was upset that her brother had to reschedule the wedding 6 months earlier all of a sudden. She was one of my mom’s exstudents at an all girls Catholic school. I just sighed a bit with oh is that it? and quipped ‘Sounds like a typical Catholic wedding to me’ she got up to possibly deck me then realized that relaxing and joking about it was a better way to see it. They had been together for years and were already engaged it wasn’t like having kids was unplanned just not planned so early so they get married a little sooner, whatever.
Maybe this is why some Winnipeggers don’t have such a high opinion of the place.
Tell me about it. I had a hell of a time trying convince the Emergency Measures Organization that Winnipeg was like this when I got here. Biblical archaeologists have found evidence that Job’s trials included four years living in Winnipeg.
Shortly after the new Federal Virology Lab on Arlington St. opened - a biosafety level 4 containment building, the highest level there is - my bus was re-routed because the area around the lab was cordoned off. As it turned out, this was because the battery place across the street spilled 20 gallons of sulphuric acid. Only in Winnipeg can a level-4 virology lab be evacuated because the neighbours spilled something.
Oh, come on, who hasn’t spilled a few dozen gallons of H2SO4? Accidents happen…
All kidding aside, it seems like having a large quantity of high-molar acid very close to a virology lab might occasionally come in handy!
Winnipeg… when civilization falls apart, remember, we were way ahead of you.
It seems to me like Winnipeg is the New Jersey of Canada.
No, thats New Brunswick.
Winnipeg is like … South Dakota?
Vast grasslands separated by scenic beauty, buildings adorned with corn, delicious pie beneath wagon-wheel “chandeliers”, and a nice place to raise your kids? Not to mention lots and lots of of satellite imagery.
Is that what Winnipeg is like?
With terrible winters and an vicious undercurrent of secret unmentioned racism, yeah, thats it.
It’s where the industrial despair of the east meets the agricultural despair of the west!
Since my last post a few hours ago I also had a puncture/ruined tyre, bought a new rear tyre but couldn’t get a matching front one because the shop’s stock-keeping was poor. Fit the tyre, re-fit the wheel (checking everything carefully), and then roughly 1/2 a mile into my homeward journey, whilst accelerating past a van on a cobbled street, my chain came off the rear sprocket causing a fairly high-speed crash, jamming and twisting the chain at the same time. I’m remarkably unscathed from the accident but don’t really consider myself ‘lucky’ for that. The van driver stopped to avoid running me over (for which I am grateful) and checked that I was OK (which was also nice of him). This day has been remarkable only for the sheer number and variety of shitty things that have happened during it.
Any accident everyone walks way from is goodness.
How about “accidentally sprayed with human excrement”?