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There’s a great article in today’s NYT about Wall Street’s love affair with the Olympic curling coverage on CNBC.
If only Bernie Madoff had spent more time pondering the nuances of an angle
raise takeout…
The Times has done a tremendous job of covering the Vancouver games. Comprehensive and informed, with a ton of features on Canadians involved.
It really is the best newspaper in the world.


Maybe the greatest Canadian olympian ever.
I wish she could have gone on forever. I loved watching her compete.


‘If you’ve ever wondered about the flow of your mouse around your computer screen, a free downloadable application, called “mouse pointer track,” can help you follow these esoteric movements and turn them into a fascinating blur between art and information.
The simple application was developed by Anatoly Zenkov, a Russian graphic designer and programmer, and has been downloaded tens of thousands of times since he first released it in late January this year.
The software runs on any Macintosh or Windows computer and tracks every movement and click of your mouse.’


* 3 hours in Photoshop.

Adding to the wearying nature of this Olympics is the colour palette and graphic style chosen by VANOC:

This is the snowboarding graphic, but they’re all like this. Busy, green and blue.
This type of thing is plastered everywhere at the events. Every bib, every banner, every sideboard, every finish line. It gets really hard on the eyes.

Now they do have this to draw from:

I thought it was pretty terrible when they first unveiled it but now it’s a sight for sore eyes. Variety. Contrast. Calmness. Hopefully they’ll be incorporating elements of it at some point.

Probably not. After all it is the city whose hockey team once sported this jazzy little number:

Gee, where have I seen a colour combo like that before?

The CTV coverage of the Vancouver games has been appalling so far. Especially during the daytime: hours on end of 2 sleep walking hosts, virtually no live event coverage. The only excitement is in anticipating just how snippy the 2 co-hosts are going to get with each other. The mutual disdain is building!
The event direction is incredibly amateurish. The sound mixes are whacked with the wild sound drowning out the announcers, On second thought, maybe that’s a good thing. None of the announcers seems to know what they’re talking about.
The visual direction is worse; no cuts to some unexpected drama unfolding, ie a close battle for second. Reaction shots are always late, there have been an incredible number of shots from cameras pointed at the floor or the ceiling…snicker…
And above all no sense of urgency, that you’re about to watch live sports! It’s been like a 6 hour version of Canada AM.

Go, Canada, go!

Hockey, skiing, speed skating…any of those other nutty snow disciplines I’ll learn to love over the next 14+ days.

I sincerely hope you’re pure as the driven snow.

But athletes are a special breed:

Bob Goldman, began asking elite athletes in the 1980s whether they would take a drug that guaranteed them a gold medal but would also kill them within five years. More than half of the athletes said yes. When he repeated the survey biannually for the next decade, the results were always the same. About half of the athletes were quite ready to take the bargain.’

Beyond belief, right? I read about the Goldman Dilemma years ago and over time I thought I must have mis-remembered how it went because the results are so extraordinary.

Thankfully for the general population (like me):

‘Only recently did researchers get around to asking nonathletes the same question. In results published online in February, 2009 in the British Journal of Sports Medicine, exactly 2 of the 250 people surveyed in Sydney, Australia, said that they would take a drug that would ensure both success and an early death. “We were surprised,” James Connor, Ph.D., a lecturer at the University of New South Wales and one of the study’s authors, said in an e-mail message. “I expected 10-20 percent yes.” His conclusion, unassailable if inexplicable, is that “elite athletes are different from the general population, especially on desire to win.”…’


One of the city’s umpteen candidates for mayor is embroiled, embroiled I tells ya!, in a sex scandal.

Also for the umpteenth time, there’s a digital trail a mile wide. In this case, reductive texts he sent, like:

“I like you because you’re smart and interesting. You’re also good-looking naked.”

“I still think of you when I need … um … stimulation.”

Okie dokie.

So ‘me so horny‘?

Might be a little bit TMI for the voting public.

Mind you, 2 weeks ago the press flies were swarming around rumours he might be gay, so who knows what’s up…

Still, I’d advise any public figure to go all old school on affairs from here on out. No text or phone messages, never photograph your privates…cryptology and parking lot rendezvouses, that’s the ticket.

* Update: Well, he just resigned sorry withdrew.. Boy, that may have been the clumsiest run for mayor ever. Between the dopey launch video, the terrible press the TTC is getting and now this, doomed as doomed could be.

Thanks to Laur for this link about the perils of singing a karaoke version of My Way in the Philippines:

Killer Karaoke

Holy smokes, I batted 1000 900 on my Walmart trip.

Got everything on the list…the pants fit, the wiper blade looks like it’ll fit…
the shower curtain is working…it’s looking like $94 well spent. I’m shocked.

The nominees have been announced. It has to be this guy:


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