Michael R. Barrick's blog

Apparently the federal government has preemptively sent extra body-bags out to remote native communities in anticipation of swine flu making the rounds this winter.

Somewhere in Ottawa, someone thought this was a good idea and the best course of action.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/888327.html

I've got a job interview out in Burnaby near Production Way station today. It's not the greatest job on Earth and I'm not super excited about it - which pretty much ensures I'll get an offer - but I can't afford to pass up opportunities in this job climate. Tuesday I have what is effectively a second interview (I had to pass an online technical test to apply and I'll be meeting with C-level executives) for a much more interesting job within easy walking distance from home.

For those that scoff at television crime dramas when they create high-res images from grainy surveillance video:

http://people.csail.mit.edu/celiu/FaceHallucination/fh.html

Upper class: you have other people clean your toilets.

Middle class: you clean your own toilet.

Lower class: you clean other people's toilets.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/887786.html

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/887399.html

I'm not certain that this is a Vancouver peculiarity or is this a more widespread problem, but I would really like to know what happened to paid lunches and actual eight-hour days. The cliché standard working hours are, of course, 9-to-5, including lunch and coffee-breaks. Yet try and find a 9-to-5 job in Vancouver. What you will find is 8-to-5 more often than not, and despite the span of nine hours this is called "an eight hour day" by "virtue" of an unpaid, one-hour lunch crammed in there somewhere.

20 minutes behind the curve and getting it wrong all the way...

I received this white-paper abstract on one of my tech mailing lists this morning: