You forget what’s out there sometimes, what’s past your laptop, cell phone, what’s past the buildings on your street. 2013 became an amazing year for me, inspired by Cesar Kuriyama’s Ted talk late in 2012 I took the time to document everyday I had and go out of my way to try and make each day special in someway. I had my own ups and downs as did my videos but I’d like to think out of this year of unpredictable change I’ve grown a bit, hopefully. 

Watching it all float away

Been here since 7pm. Not leaving till 7am. Only 1am. It has been sometime since I spent the night in an airport. I’m in Calgary International again with no body here but the astronaut floating calmly over the escalator.


If I were a normal person I guess I’d be pissed off that I’m spending the next 12 hours curled across these two pleather sofa chairs, but alas I’m not, I’m probably the happiest I’ve been in a month. Though I’ve shattered my life more than a couple of times passing through these gates here at YYC, nothing lifts me up higher than settling into the airport, bag in tow, with the fresh smell of a new magazine unrolling in my hands (flavour of this trip? Wired magazine). I may not be flying on to my next adventure yet but I’m certainly preparing for it. With a new job at Semadic waiting for me back in Victoria for the first time in a few years I won’t be sitting in a classroom come fall. I’ll be a 9 to 5 man, and while my mother is less than thrilled I’m taking on an internship instead of studying, I am ecstatic. I will return to school, I know that, but I am also hoping this turns out to be a 8 month placement rather than a 4 month because though I love my program I really do miss crossing borders. So here’s hoping that this time next year Ill either be walking through here with a diploma in hand or crossing through customs debt free.

I ended up with alot of animal footage in one month so I figured I’d toss it all together in a little short

(Reblogged from stephanebegaudeau)

An Early Mothers Day

A girl stands next to me, a delicate black saurang wrapped tightly round her small waist, with a pair of vaurnet sunglasses hanging readily around her neck, prepared for the looming moment when the soft, gentle shadow that hangs over her face sharply pulls away and once again turns back into the hot bangladesh sun. A girl stands here next to me trapped in time, peering off into the distance, through the cracked glass in my picture frame, a girl, my mother.


I admire all three of my parents, whole heartedly I do, though they might not have realized it at times but I like to think that I’ve never come off their shoulders, and that to me they still are the giants that can make me feel like an ant. I used find it odd  that something as simple as following your heart can evoke such envy but as I start becoming an adult myself (I know if my mom ever reads this she’ll scoff and say “not fast enough”) I’m starting to realize that it doesn’t take much to get knocked off course. It doesn’t take much to loose just who you are.

Yet my Mother still remains today, unchanged, her heart still beating to her own tune, the same warm kindness still flowing from behind her eyes with a commitment to adventure holding strong, unyielding against the wash of time. As I sit here writing this, she calls me to tell me of her plans  for the year, Honduras, Belize, Europe, the end destination is never the point. Just as long as she keeps moving, keeps seeing, keeps exploring, dreaming, that is the point. It’s a strength anyone can admire, to pursue your own happiness with what one can only call a beautiful disregard for life’s hurdles.

I sit here looking at this photo every day, watching my mom mid stride through the rough sand stone slum, enclosed by a gaggle of school girls in there wonderfully embroidered dresses, and it never ceases to remind me why she still does nothing less than inspire me, why even given their faults all my parents are still nothing less than my role models. 

My mother is still that girl, a perfect reflection, and for that I thank her.

A good semester.

Today is a good day. Maybe it’s the marks, maybe its the compliments or the weather, maybe its the fact that after this I’m going to sit down for a what I’m expecting to be a delicious meal with some good friends. Maybe it’s a combination of everything, usually is, like the other side of a perfect storm, the perfect day.


I’ve come a far in some ways since January, I’ve stayed the same in others but on a day like today it’s almost impossible not to focus on the progress. In January I made alot of resolutions, I had to, my life needed to change. I was unhappy and starting to realize it was ultimately my fault, it’s hard to blame anyone else for your own emotions anyway. I made a slew of new years resolutions, and while my one second video a day project has gone along way to keeping me on track with these (My exercise has slipped in the past month, ill blame the cough for now) I place most of my successes firmly on the shoulders of my war on paper.

By the end of last semester I was tired of forgetting dates, tired of writting my notes twice because I lost/couldn’t read them, I was tired of putting everything off till the last minute, procrastinating 5 hours for every 1 worked. It affected me, it affected those I love, I was a zombie of my own device.

Thankfully I had some time to relax over christmas (like most college students do), I got to decompress, I got to find joy again (deadmau5 concerts, friends and skiing surely are the cure). I had some clarity and after reading through Cal Newport’s How To Become a Straight-A Student on the advice of a friend I had the necessary strategies and a fresh start coming up to use them. One thing still troubled me though, how was I ever going to shake my technology addiction, with a new iPhone 4s and nexus 7 in my possession I felt I had no chance, a note would never get taken again.

In that instance it hit me hard, like a cold ocean wave to the face, these devices are all supposed to make my life, our lifes easier, not more difficult! So why am I sitting here fearing them rather than embracing them. I said to myself lets see if I can get rid of these calendars that I never write on, these to-do lists I forget about, these notes that never seem to make it into a binder ever and put them on my devices maybe that will help! and it did this was the start of my war on paper.

I took my time to amass a small army of apps such as:

across all my devices and I have yet to look back. I plan to make my next post about my strategy with this all but for now I just want to give credit to a major changing force in my life. With this semester on wrap up mode it’s quite easy for me to look back with a smile. I’ve just recently received a slew of marked assignments all with 80% to multiple 100% and this is coming from someone who’s been proudly calling himself a C to B student.

But this isn’t about the marks, its about the time I’ve saved, the time I’ve gotten back, and the experiences I’ve gained all because what seemed like something as simple as making my technology work for me again has been as significant as empowering me to (mostly) kick my procrastination habits, reorganize my self and let me enjoy life again.

Here’s to technology and to it allowing me to live my past 4 months just a little better. I’m optimistic that this track with continue on and am looking forward to writing again sometime soon and sheding some much need light on just what anyone could do to improve there life with the devices they already own.

(Reblogged from bijan)

Off to a good start with this one second a day project! and it’s keeping my other resolutions in check as well!


Hello November!

Ah the smell of moustache hangs heavy in the air today, letting us all know it’s ok to flaunt our masculinity this month no matter how wispy.  It reminds us that this November is about taking back our principals, to be a man and to take pride in it once again. To take pride in our lives, our work, our craft. This month I want to make sure my all my endeavours demonstrate the dedicated quality it deserves. My relationships, my school work, and my own projects…. including my code. A craftsman is defined by his work and his skill, A programmer is no different. So what makes up code you can bring home to your parents?

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Woo Hoo YellowAPI supports opening hours!

WOOOOOOO. Ok I’m a little more excited than I should be. Last year I had an idea for a great web app that needed to use the opening hours for local restaurants. Though I was impressed by the power and shear amount of data behind the Yellow Pages API I was let down that it did not include opening and closing hours. In my spare time I began to work on a python script to get it from their webpages source code but that would take ages to go through the yellow pages data set. I gave up but the other day I decided to check back and see if anything changed and was delighted to see that they had added it! So I can finally start to move on super secret project x10100, well after midterms are done. Maybe I can use that time to figure out if I should pick up rails or django…….