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The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century
Joey deVilla's Personal Blog
Liz “I Speak of Dreams” Ditz pointed me to a blog entry in which a missing man’s friends are asking for help:
A friend of mine, David Koch, is missing on a mountain in Canada [Grouse Mountain, not far from Vancouver], and
I’m looking for help to publicize his situation so the Canadian
authorities don’t give up looking.
Dave’s the associate publisher on DMReview,
a Thomson/SourceMedia publication. He drove from Seattle toward
Vancouver on Wednesday, stopping in late afternoon to take a tram up a
mountain he and his wife had visited years before. Apparently he missed
the tram back, and attempted to hike down. He hasn’t been heard from
since.
A search effort was organized, but it’s looking like the authorities in Canada are starting to give up.
Dave is a truly great person, and I simply can’t imagine that he
could be left on his own at this point. I’m looking for any contacts
you can suggest in the national media – NYTimes, the wires, broadcast,
etc. – who might be able to recommend a reporter who could help to
publicize Dave’s situation. If you have any ideas as to how we should
go about the process, please email me or call me any time day or night.
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[via Just a Gwai Lo] Food for thought from an article in the blog called The Cake Eater Chronicles titled Lonely or Broken?
How many people do you know who seem to have a serious attachment tobeing lonely? They’ve made loneliness into their mate and they talk
about loneliness the way some women and men talk about their
significant others. Because those people are out there. I’m sure you’ve
met a few: single women and men who constantly bemoan how if only I could meet the right person
and then never actually get off their ass to do something about it. You
invite them out, you introduce them to someone you think they’ll get
along with, hoping against hope that this will get them to quit their
bitching, or at least move to a new stage of bitching, and five minutes
later—POOF!—they’ve hit the self-destruct button and are back at
your side, bitching and moaning again, about how that person wasn’t
right for them, what were you thinking, etc. They have run back to
their ever faithful mate: loneliness. These are the people, in my
experience, who have the ideal mate all laid out in their mind and they
won’t settle for anything but that, while they know, somewhere in the
back of their mind, that said ideal mate simply does not exist in
reality. They set the bar too high for any mere mortal to pass over.
In other words: there are people out there for whom loneliness is their drug of choice and, boy are they ever addicted to it.
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The scene: The Bishop and the Belcher, a pub on Queen Street West, Accordion City. I’m there attending a farewell party for popular Toronto blogger Christie St. Martin, who’s moving to Brooklyn. I have my accordion, which I’m wearing in “backpack mode”.
Two young women dressed in punk-goth style walk past me while I’m near the bar, talking to Eva.
Woman 1 (to me): Hey, an accordion! Oh, it’s you, Accordion Guy!
Woman 2: Accordion Guy? He’s real?
(This sort of thing has happened before.)
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The Quebecois are a bit touchy when it comes to the subject of
defending the French language — even more so than the French in
France. While “stop” signs in France have the word “STOP”, which is
considered to be a perfectly acceptable French word by the Academie
Francaise (here’s a writeup in English),
they say “ARRÊT” in Quebec. My sister’s old boyfriend, who came from
France found it laughable in the same way that men who exclaim “It’s
not a toupee, it’s a hair replacement system!” are.
The Quebec equivalent of the Academie Francaise is the Office Quebecois de la Langue Francaise (Quebec Office of the French Language), and they have a suggested Quebec French equivalent for the term “script kiddie”. It’s…
As a script kiddie would say, in the argot of IRC and instant messaging: WTF?
(Thanks to Adam Hill for pointing this out to me!)
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Patrick Lee pointed me to this Nerve story (some of the ads on the page might not be safe for work): Sex Advice from Accordion Players!
My only complaint about the article is that they didn’t invite me to contribute!
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Also happening this weekend in Accordion City:
From the Doors Open site:
The City of Toronto Culture Division is proud to
present Doors Open Toronto – one weekend, once a year – when over 100
buildings with architectural, historic or cultural significance open
their doors to the public for a city-wide celebration.
Step inside national historic sites, hidden
gems, modern landmarks, places of worship, banking halls, mansions,
museums, theatres, historic transportation hubs, architects’
offices and more. Many of these buildings are not normally
open to the public. No tickets or pre-registration required
– admission is free to all buildings. The official program
guide will be available in the Toronto Star on Thursday, May
19, 2005. Doors Open Toronto invites you to get to know the
city, whether you’ve lived in Toronto all your life or you’re
visiting for the first time. See Toronto like you’ve never
seen it before!
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Last weekend, I got to meet one of my favourite webcomic artists, Mr.
M. Zole, artist, writer and consumer of pies of Death to the Extremist (go read it! go read the archives, too!).
I’ll write a little more about this later.
This weekend, I’m hoping to drop by this event…
…The Toronto Comic Arts Festival, to meet a couple more of my favourite artists:
The festival will be held in tents in Mirvish Village, and it
should be a good one, given the artists who will be attending and the
beautiful spring weather expected this weekend.
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An anonymous commenter pointed me to this comic panel:

Athough it sounds like something the Head Counselor at the Micahel
Jackson Sleepover Camp does, a butt-stroke is actually a rifle-combat maneoeuvre in
which you strike someone with the butt of your rifle. Butt-strokes were apparently on the menu at Abu Ghraib.
If you are in what Douglas Adams liked to call the Shouting and Killing People industries, you can learn butt-stroke techniques here.
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…was not this. “Icy Eight” or “Special K” on their own? Fine. But together? That’s just overkill, man.
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While I’m posting oddball covers of pop tunes, I thought I’d throw in
this one for good measure. You may not know it, but Bill Cosby also
does jazz/funk performances. Some of them are quite good, and some of
them are…odd. Here’s an odd one: Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band! [2.1 MB, MP3]
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…is this one:

…and now someone’s decided to replace “whatever” in Liam Lynch’s My United States of Whatever with it, creating a new single, My United States of NOOOOOOOOOOO! [2 MB, MP3]
It made me laugh.
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If you’re looking for an engagement ring, you may want to check out
this eBay auction for a couple of reasons. For starters, it’s a pretty
nice, understated and elegant ring:
More importantly, the guy who’s selling it could stand to have a
little good fortune. Here’s an excerpt from his story, taken straight from his auction
page…
Since we had been ring shopping before, I knew I had picked out theexact type of ring that she wanted and I thought she would be thrilled.
I thought she would finally be happy that we were officially going to
get married.
However, she seemed troubled and after asking her a few questions, she
blurted out that she was upset about the ring. She was upset that the
ring wasn’t from tiffany’s and was only 1 ct. instead of 2. I told her
I had planned on getting 2 cts but I couldn’t afford it. She then
accused me of putting a price on our relationship and couldn’t believe
that I did not get a 2 ct stone. She was pissed.
Yee-ouch. The full story, in all its painful detail, is on the eBay auction page.
I once had a girlfriend who secretly referred to me as “the Bank of
Joey”, so I have a rough idea of how this poor guy’s feeling. If you’re
in the market for engagement blingery, give this guy’s auction a look, won’t you?
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This is probably traditional wedding fare somewhere.
In the wedding blog, Wendy writes about an upcoming event: the tasting — in which we choose what will be served at dinner at our wedding.
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Evan Robinson, author of the IGDA paper Why Crunch Mode Doesn’t Work, commented on my entry about it. I thought it was worthy of getting promoted to its own entry. Thanks, Evan!
I didn’t hammer the point home in Why Crunch Mode Doesn’t Work, but sleep deprivation is much, much, much worse than long-term Crunch Mode. The analogy that I draw in something I’m writing now is that long-term Crunch Mode is “shooting yourself in the foot”, while sleep deprivation is “shooting yourself in the head.”
Military studies (I cite Colonel Belenky’s work in Why Crunch Mode Doesn’t Work) show that each 24 hours without sleep reduces cognitive function by 25%. Other studies report the equivalence of 21 hours awake to legally drunk.
The details of Belenky’s work are fascinating: sleep deprived soldiers can shoot stationary targets as well as ever, but their performance against popup targets (which require constant observation, decision-making, and precise movement under time pressure) degrades rapidly. Belenky’s conclusion is that “In contrast to complex mental performance, simple psychomotor performance, physical strength and endurance are unaffected by sleep deprivation.” Unfortunately for us, programming is not primarily “simple psychomotor performance”.
Belenky concludes that the mechanism for this failure is the slowdown of decision-making. When a decision has to be made, but the sleep-deprived soldier can’t make a decision in the time available, essentially an intermediate result from the ongoing calculation is output as the decision. Naturally, an incomplete decision is often not the correct one. Friendly fire incidents can result. Belenky’s description of what happens to a sleep-deprived artillery unit would be funny if it weren’t so serious. At GDC I spoke to an Army Captain back from Iraq who was concerned that this information wasn’t made available to him and his men.
Unfortunately, recognition of sleep deprivation as a problem isn’t widespread, especially in programming. We’re still proud of pulling all-nighters or 100 hour weeks, and remain (sometimes willfully) ignorant about the effects on our bodies and our projects. Dr. Dement’s 1999 book The Promise of Sleep provides a good overview of the general problem. As the founder of the Stanford Sleep Center in Palo Alto, Dr. Dement is better position than many to understand the consequences of sleep deprivation.
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