a nice day & a driving game
3 Comments Published by katitude on Wednesday, May 03, 2006 at 4:00 p.m..
Today I went to a workshop as part of a "educators in computing" conference. Now I don't mind going to these things; in fact I love to learn new ways to get girls into technology. But while today's topic was pretty interesting, I bailed just after my free lunch. Sidenote: Dear conference organizers - howz about when you do the write-ups for these things next year, you make mention of level of instruction one might expect. You know, little things like advanced, intermediate, and has-not-even-broken-the-seal-on-the-box-the-software-came-in. I know what I know...I don't need to learn it again, slower.
The workshop was taking place at the opposite end of the GTA, in of those neighbourhoods where the sidewalk ends. Literally. Beyond the 5th house to the right was country. It's a sunny, gorgeous day, not a cloud in the sky, and a high expected of 25 degrees (that's 80 for those who like their measurements old skule). Go back to the city? Hell no!
So I filled up the tank (had the car today), plugged the mp3 player into Hunny Bunny's car stereo (I love my audio geek!), set it to shuffle, and made up a game.
I'd head west away from "civilization". When the song changed, I changed direction:
I gave myself 2 hours of exploring the countryside like this, or a half a tank, whichever came last.
Even with something this random, patterns abound....passing a billboard for sunblock as I sang really, really loud to the Violent Femme's "Blister in the Sun"; parked beside a driveway leading to a small craft cheese maker while giggling to the Monty Python's Cheese Shop sketch; or passing an OPP car moments after the Headstone's homage to those fine officers of Ontario came on (the song is called "FUCK YOU!", in case you were wondering why a punk band was singing about the police). And after 3 hours, I found myself within 10 kms of home.
Pretty wild, eh?
The workshop was taking place at the opposite end of the GTA, in of those neighbourhoods where the sidewalk ends. Literally. Beyond the 5th house to the right was country. It's a sunny, gorgeous day, not a cloud in the sky, and a high expected of 25 degrees (that's 80 for those who like their measurements old skule). Go back to the city? Hell no!
So I filled up the tank (had the car today), plugged the mp3 player into Hunny Bunny's car stereo (I love my audio geek!), set it to shuffle, and made up a game.
I'd head west away from "civilization". When the song changed, I changed direction:
- for punk, I'd make the next left turn
- for chillin/lounge beats, I'd make the next right turn.
- for spoken word (I have lots of Monty Python and audiobooks) I'd pull over and listen until the track was done.
- for retro, I'd turn around and go back the way I came (seems appropriate).
I gave myself 2 hours of exploring the countryside like this, or a half a tank, whichever came last.
Even with something this random, patterns abound....passing a billboard for sunblock as I sang really, really loud to the Violent Femme's "Blister in the Sun"; parked beside a driveway leading to a small craft cheese maker while giggling to the Monty Python's Cheese Shop sketch; or passing an OPP car moments after the Headstone's homage to those fine officers of Ontario came on (the song is called "FUCK YOU!", in case you were wondering why a punk band was singing about the police). And after 3 hours, I found myself within 10 kms of home.
Pretty wild, eh?
Hey kat, finally joined the ranks and started my blog, a long time coming (http://bone-daddy.blogspot.com/)
Anyway, I'll see you tonight at the Blue Veiner.
Very cool, kat. I forget what eight is for.
ha, i so gotta try that when i leave work. i live 45 seconds from work.