Mostly May But Partially April

Last Friday I thought it was Saturday, and then Saturday I thought it was Sunday. When Sunday finally rolled around, I felt that I was playing hooky from work because it was a beautiful day and I opted to spend it soaking up all the sunshiny rays I could whilst enjoying a delicious caesar or two on…

The Days Are Just Packed

Tuesday marked the 8 year anniversary of the day that I defended my PhD in Statistics. In case you were wondering, I did, in fact, celebrate the occasion with a wee dram of scotch.

ZWAP! BLAM-O! KA-POW!

As I mentioned just over a month ago, my life is and continues to be weird in all the best ways. As demonstrable of this weirdness, I offered you a story about how I helped save Batman. NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA BATMAN!!! Yes, that Batman.

The Thirteenthiest GoodWorking Ever

For those not in the know, GoodWorking returns at 7pm on March 27th at Baker Street Station. If you’ve been following along, you’ll know that this will be the 13th GoodWorking event to hit Guelph, almost all of which have been hosted by the awesome folks at my home-away-from-home and office-away-from-office known as Baker Street.

Some Time To Breathe

  After several weeks (months?) of travel, I’m actually back in Guelph for more than a few days. I returned via my 13th-of-the-year shiny metal lawn dart a week ago today after having ventured to Hanover, New Hampshire, and Boston, Massachusetts.

In The Middle Of A Big Land

As mentioned in my previous post, Nic and I arrived in Iqaluit on Monday to take part in a two-day workshop on community-based monitoring programs. The goal of the workshop was to discuss the various and proposed programs in remote communities across the Circumpolar North so that we could share ideas, build networks, and identify where…

Hello Iqaluit

Early this morning, Nic and I said our goodbyes to Rick, Robbie, and Gemma – our hosts for the last two nights – as we began the second leg of our adventure that would take us from Ottawa to Iqaluit, Nunavut. While the trip through Ottawa was short, it gave us the opportunity to spend…

I Found The Mothership

In two days I will board my 8th shiny metal lawn dart of the year on my way through Ottawa to Iqaluit with Nic (whom you might remember as the guy who wore the T-rex research onesie on our trip to Rigolet last year). We’re heading north to meet with colleagues to chat about community-based monitoring…

My Life Is Weird

Well, that week flew by. It’s now Sunday and my list of things that I wanted to accomplish last week is sadly lacking in the ever-so-satisfying checkmarks that give me that sweet sweet endorphin rush.

Un-Vacationing

I returned home from my grand adventure across the United Kingdom slightly more than a week ago to begin the process of un-vacationing – that thing one does when one returns to the real world and has to somehow determine how to restart their grey matter after a significant period of sleeping in, and drinking…

The Year That Could Be

I spent the better part of yesterday wandering around London – because that’s what one does when they are on vacation with no set plans. Given that my normal day-to-day revolves around a very scheduled calendar and the bing of emails as they cascade relentlessly into my inbox, I’m thinking that my return to the real world…

The Year That Was

Well, for all of its ups and downs, its highs and lows, that was 2017. It was a weird year that I’m honestly struggling to reconcile. Normally these end-of-year posts write themselves, but this year was extraordinary – and not always for good reasons.

Here I Go Again

Well, I’m back at Pearson International Airport waiting to board another shiny metal lawn dart. In particular, this shiny metal lawn dart I’m about to board represents my 43rd for the year. My destination – Quebec City for the Arctic Change conference.

The End Is Nigh

Classes ended on Friday following twelve jam-packed weeks of conference travel, research trips, meetings, assignments, lab demos, and final presentations. Only a handful of things remain before I can formally pull the plug on this semester.