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Alex is Missing

Alexandra FlanaganAmidst the merriment at Pete Forde’s 29th birthday party last night (Happy birthday, Pete!), I got a bit of news that concerned me: someone I know is missing.

“Take a look at this,” said my friend Rochelle as she unfolded a piece of legal-sized paper. It was a flyer with the word “MISSING” in large block letters across the top. What really caught my eye was the photo.

“That’s really weird,” I said, “the photo — she looks just like someone I knew from where I used to get my hair cut. Skater-girl type, really skinny, name’s Alex…”

I was so taken by how much the photo looked like Alex that it took me a moment to look at the missing person’s name: Alexandra Flanagan.

“Oh, shit,” I said, double-checking to make sure I wasn’t misreading the flyer.
I know her.”

The missing person wasn’t someone who looked like Alex; she is Alex, and she’s been missing for over a month.

Meeting Alex

I met Alex in 1999 at the House of Lords. It’s a cheesy rock-and-roll hair cutting place located on Yonge street’s main drag of head shops, grey market electronics stores and fast food joints. I still went there because one of their hairstylists, Roxy, had been cutting my hair just the way I like it for years.

One day, while waiting for Roxy to finish working on the customer before me, I was working on my laptop in the waiting area. I heard a voice say “Hey, you’re that guy who plays the accordion.”

I looked up from my laptop’s screen to see a skinny skater-girl type in her early twenties looking at me. She wore a raver shirt and baggy skater shorts and held out her hand.

“I’m Alex. I work in the back — I do hair colour. You ever need a colour job, come see me.”

“I’m Joey,” I replied, shaking her hand.

For years afterward, I’d run into Alex on a regular basis. I’d often run into her while grabbing a bite to eat in Chinatown, and a couple of times, I either joined her table or she joined mine. I also ran into her at dance clubs and DJ shows several times — and once, she did me a very big favour when I was on a date from Hell. I owe her one.

What’s Known About Alex’s Case

Here’s what Xtra, a local paper serving Accordion City’s Gay Village (the neighbourhood centred around Church and Wellesley) ran in a story dated August 2nd:

Posters seeking information about a woman who was last seen in Barrie dotted Toronto’s Church-Wellesley Village starting on Jul 20.

A spokesperson for the Barrie Police Service says 33-year-old Alexandra Flanagan has been absent from work and has not contacted her friends or family since Jul 8.

Flanagan, who identifies as a lesbian, spent several years living and working in Toronto’s queer village, including at the House of Lords hair salon on Yonge St at Isabella.

According to Barrie Police, Flanagan was last seen in Barrie on the evening of Jul 8 walking toward her Wellington St apartment with a male friend. The friend told police he left her at Sunnidale Park, but that 30 minutes later when he tried to call her there was no answer. When she didn’t turn up for work the next morning, Flanagan’s family got worried.

Sheffer says Flanagan was wearing khaki capri pants, a black belt and a black tank top with pink flip-flops when she was last seen. She is five-feet, one-inch tall, weighs 100 pounds, has red hair and green eyes, and has piercings in both eyebrows.

For more details about what is known about Alex’s disappearance, see:

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Accordion, Instrument of the Gods It Happened to Me

Encounter with a “One Laptop Per Child” Computer

I got my first real-life look at one of the One Laptop Per Child laptops at the CommandN party last Thursday. While noodling with it, I got the idea to get a picture of it beside my accordion to show just how compact it is:

OLPC, side-by-side with my accordion.
The OLPC XO and my accordion. Click to see more photos in an article on Global Nerdy.

It’s nice and portable. No wonder the “One Accordion Per Child” idea never got any traction.

For more, see my article on Global Nerdy.

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Geek It Happened to Me

Notes from FacebookCamp, Part 1

Caitlin O’Farrell at the podium at FacebookCamp Toronto
Facebook’s Caitlin O’Farrell gets the ball rolling at FacebookCamp Toronto.

Accordion City loves Facebook — we’ve got 725,000 Facebook users (out of a population of around 3 million), and until recently, we were the number 1 city in the world as far as Facebook users go.

It’s not just ordinary Toronto Facebook users who are in love with social networking site; Torotno developers are also interested, if last night’s attendance at FacebookCamp Toronto — 450 to 500, depending on whom you ask — is any indication. This gathering of developers interested in writing applications for Facebook — the first of its kind held outside the U.S. — attracted so many people that they had to change the venue three times before landing a place big enough to accomodate everyone: the MaRS Centre, a centre for promoting high-tech and biotech research in Toronto. Even with the MaRS Centre’s large auditorium, set to seat over 400 people, they set up a spill-over room with simulcast video to handle all the attendees.

My first set of notes from last night’s presentation is up, and you can read them on these blogs:

Wayne “Bunnyhero” Lee gives the thumbs-up beside a sign showing FacebookCamp’s sponsors
Wayne “bunnyhero” Lee approves of FacebookCamp’s sponsors.

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Scenes from the High Park Organic Market

The High Park Organic Market has become a Saturday morning ritual with me and the Ginger Ninja. We set out for the market — located beside the Grenadier Restaurant, a nice ten-minute walk south of Bloor Street — to buy vegetables to turn into a salad or stir-fry from lunch, as well as some homemade bread and cake loaves.

I took these photos during our shopping trip yesterday.

Broccoli and cauliflower

Eggplants

Green onions

All the fruits and vegetables in the market are organically grown on smaller farms, and many are grown locally. This usually means that what you’ll find at the market is fresher and often tastes much better. We once bought some locally-grown garlic that was very flavourful — the kitchen filled with the smell of fresh garlic after we’d only cut the garlic; we hadn’t even cooked it yet.

Peppers

Tomatoes

Turnips, beets and garlic

It’s not just fruits and veg, they’ve also got homemade bread, cakes and pies. We’re really fond of the banana-chocolate chip loaf.

Loaves and pies

The High Park Organic Market is open through the summer:

  • Friday 12 p.m. -7 p.m.
  • Saturday 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.
  • Sunday 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.

Broccoli

Zucchini

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It Happened to Me

A Fortnight Without Caffeine

How to Spot the Coffee Addict


Back during the dot-com bubble, I worked with a programmer who liked to experiment with caffeine.
When he wasn’t wasting time and money with interesting computer science theoretical esoterica that didn’t quite pertain to us releasing software on time and on budget, he would try to see how much caffeine he could jam into his system.

Of his caffeine-seeking exploits, the Ultimate Venti incident stands out in my mind. One hot summer afternoon, he convinced the Starbucks on Yonge just north of Bloor — the one that used to be a book store — to serve him a Venti made with 10 additional espresso shots. He took it back to the office so that he could drink it in front of us.

Half an hour later, he was more hopped up that a hornet’s nest that has just been used as a pinata, and unable to focus on anything for more than a minute or so. The work he did that day was fast, furious and completely pointless: most of it was tweaking his system (pun intended) — downloading new desktop backgrounds, checking mail waaaay too often, recompiling various utility programs and so forth. He crashed a couple of hours later on one of the nearby couches, treating us to some world-class snoring.

Man with 4 syringes stylised to look like cola cans, all injecting into his head. Syringes have the labels “acid”, “sugar”, “caffeine”, “hype”

As for me, while I do like coffee, my preferred caffeine delivery system is Diet Coke. In the tradition of the great programmer J. C. R. Licklider, who liked to start the day with a Coke, I did the same, just with the diet version. On a mellow day, I might drink two cans’ worth; on a very busy high-stress day, perhaps 6. Such a habit is costly if you buy cans straight from the machine; I preferred to buy two-litre bottles and keep in the fridge (luckily, we’ve got three at work, and I like to keep the ice trays stocked).

My bed at the sleep lab


My appointment at the sleep lab
was, if you’ll pardon the expression, my wake-up call.
“Don’t take any caffeine for at least 24 hours before your sleep lab session,” I was told. I decided to go without caffeine a full 48 hours beforehand. A mere six hours before my session, I was deep into one skull-crusher of a headache and went crawling to Maria, the keeper of the office’s ibuprofen supply for help.

“I really must be caffeine-dependent,” I told her, “I need three hits of Advil.”

Although I got a good night’s sleep at the lab, I was so caffeine-deprived the next day that I fell asleep shortly after dinner the next day.

Bubbly water

For the past 2 weeks, I’ve stayed away from caffeinated beverages. The only liquids that have gone into my drinking mug at work — a pint mug given to me as a gift from the bartender at the Dubliner’s Pub in Osaka — are:

  • Ice water
  • Sparkling water
  • My fakety-fake Italian sodas: four-fifths sparking water, one-fifth fruit juice

Aside from an initial couple of days of feeling slightly more tired, avoiding caffeine plus trying to get a little more sleep hasn’t been that big a shock to my system. I was never one of those “Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my first coffee” type of people, so as far as I can tell, there’s been no noticeable change in my behaviour.

In fact, when Leona found out that I’m off caffeine for the next little while, she exclaimed “Why didn’t you tell us?”, in the same tone of voice one uses for the question “Why didn’t you tell us that you quit crystal meth cold turkey and took up collecting butcher’s knives as a hobby?”

But really, I feel fine.

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It’s Due for a Comeback, You Know

The scene: The kitchen at the house party at Mark Kuznicki’s house last night.

Gainborough’s painting, “The Blue Boy”

Dude 1: So, have you picked a name for your kid yet?

Dude 2: Not yet. Good thing it’s months away. I am taking suggestions, so if you’ve got any, I wanna hear ’em.

Dude 1: Well, I’ve got a great one for a boy…

Dude 2: And it is…?

Dude 1: You’ll love it: Fauntleroy.

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It Happened to Me Toronto (a.k.a. Accordion City)

Help Identify This Plant!

Plant we can’t identify

While walking a friend’s dog in the Swansea neighbourhood (that’s the residential area south of Bloor between Runnymede and Jane), the Ginger Ninja kept seeing these plants near the edges of many people’s lawns. She wanted to know what they were. Any gardeners or botanists out there care to help?

Plant we can’t identify

While the dog we were walking — Rufus — is an especially good and friendly dog, he was of no help whatever in identifying the plant:

Rufus, our friend’s dog