In the last week I have read The Watchmen and The Time Traveler’s Wife. While reading these books it dawned on me why don’t I think about reading digital books? It makes sense, everything else around me has converted from a physical copy of something to its digital cousin, so books would be a logical change.
Assuming a device like the Kindle 2 was available in Canada and had all of the books I would be interested in reading I still wouldn’t take it. For as digital as I am there is something very satisfying about reading a book. A well read book shows its age while reading a brand new book is engaging because everything about the book (the cover, font, page thickness) is fresh and it is immensely satisfying seeing the bookmark progress along the spine.
It would be the physical qualities of a book I would miss. There is a certain pride with seeing all seven Harry Potter novels lined up on the bookshelf that could not be had if all seven books were digital in your hand. This feels like a weird argument for me to make, seeing as album art and liner notes of a CD are something I don’t miss but others claim that make the CD a little more personal.
What makes flipping through lyrics of a new album different than skimming the pages of a new book?
My week of night shifts comes to a close this evening…or rather early Sunday morning.
It has been anything but easy, there have been nights where I got between two and four hours of sleep. The two nights I was able to get six hours of sleep felt amazing. The downside to all of this is that I have been spending a lot of time by myself. Such quiet time has lead me to penguin hunt around the office the last time I worked nights so it does take its tole.
However this stretch has had less interaction with people and I kind of forget that there are others that work here. It can happen quite easily when you are alone for so long…you begin to imagine things.
I have to be honest, between 2AM and 4AM is my most productive time. I don’t take care of business, I own business. I speak with clients, plan out a new module for CORE, do some coding and put in an honest days effort.
The action isn’t limited to there, I even get work done at my desk. In between providing support for the curling game I look over some stats, have a little chat with myself and do some recreational reading.
Lunch gets a little tight on space but we all make room. Sometimes we will share items with each other, others will just sit in silence with their head in their hands but we all get on.
The frightening thing is that when I return home I am still in work mode, and even kicking back to relax has more of the same!
As obvious as it may be, I am looking forward to returning to a normal work schedule and interacting with real people at the office.
For the last few days I have been working night shifts to cover a CurlTV broadcast from Korea. This is the second event I have switched my schedule around for, not that it makes it any easier. However, night shifts have some good to them, see what gets me through the long days…
- You know that at any given moment all bathrooms are unoccupied
- The volume of music does not affect anyone but you
- You can have breakfast twice a day
- You can consume meals in opposite order, ending your day on the most important meal
- Dress code is not enforced, when people see you they expect you to be a little frayed
- You can have beer when you wake up (as it is the afternoon) and a beer after work without it sounding too bad
- The lineups at Tim Hortons are minimal
- You can drive home into the sunset, which is more poetic than riding with the sunrise
- You still have to drive with a rush hour, even if the morning one is the equivalent of a busy Saturday
- You cannot refer to Thursday evening the same way anymore as that is your Friday morning
- Dates and times get confusing, but people won’t question your logic (ie: see previous point)
- Sleep is your enemy and friend all in one tired state
- You check your email less and easily drop out of touch with what is happening when you are sleeping
With that said night shifts do not work for me. I have always had problems sleeping in, and when the only sleep I get through the day is by sleeping in I routinely get three to four hours of sleep a night; a far cry from the eight hours I was getting a night last week.
What may have troubled me the most since losing my data to 1and1 last week is the status of my Tube Steak Challenge. The posts documenting my adventure may eventually return but I had such a wonderful source image to keep track of my progress that after a few minutes of searching on Google Images, Flickr and iStockPhoto I have been unable to find it.
Going through the depths of Google Images I did find a few seagurs references to my Tube Steak Challenge, and one of them says I was at 38. I don’t know what date that was or how many I have had since then, so until I get that sorted out I shall keep track of the number of dogs since the purge: x + 3
Where x is the number of hot dogs I consumed prior to the purge for my Tube Steak Challenge.
I have had several days, two complete viewings and a few hours of discussions among others but the hole left by Galactica is still pretty painful.
I still find myself thinking about the finale, the story, the music used and what it all means an awful lot. Fortunately I am not the only one still reeling from the finale. You could say that following the finale I didn’t sleep for over twenty four hours. It is an unrelated point but it’s still valid.
For something I love so much I don’t think I could ever give it’s final chapter a proper review, but my initial feeling was that I loved it. Going into the finale I wanted answers on Starbuck, the meaning of the Opera House and insight into the Head characters. I did not bat a perfect thousand but what I got was good. To my surprise there were some other character redemptions along the way that further added to my enjoyment.
It was a solid send off that gave the fans beautiful visual displays as the remaining CGI budget was spent, some ambiguity left for debate, a few issues that could spur arguments among fans and some thoroughly touching moments between seasoned characters.
I am not sure what my perfect finale would have been. I have come to expect the most grim and dire from this show and I anticipated a lot of death. However to do that would have been very dark, even for a show that killed off almost all of the human race at the very beginning.
I am currently in the process of watching the series again for a third time and what happened in the finale has directly impacted several of the episodes I have seen, even as far back as season two. I may have issues about how certain topics were dealt with but if a show can change the light I view past episodes, characters or decisions in then it successfully did its job.
I hope to never forget the moment the end credits rolled for the final time on the show. I put my head in my hands and asked Gord to give me a minute. Like watching a really good live performance you close your eyes to remember everything and hold onto that feeling of what it was like when you watched Battlestar Galactica on Friday evenings.
There must be some kind of way out of here…