Today began rather normally. I woke up, made coffee and porridge, read a little Revelations. My routine ran smoothly. Then I went to work.
Work began pretty uneventfully. I started gathering the information I had found for Squamish Community Radio. Theresa (who's running the Squamish Community Radio initiative) came by, and we finally discussed things in person and got a lot figured out. The day was shaping out to be rather productive. I ate a breakfast bagel at Zephyr at lunch, put my cheques in the bank, all kinds of things were getting done.
When I returned from lunch, we began a meeting about the cyber camp we're trying to organize for Spring Break. Mid-meeting/Scrabble game, an elderly Indian man came in, looking to be tutored on the computer. He said he knew some of the basics, but he needed help attaching files to emails, setting up facebook, and "splitting the computer so not everyone who uses the computer can see everything." He wanted to create user accounts in Windows. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Then we opened his email. There were a lot of pictures being sent to him of a young woman smiling. This girl sent him songs as well. He wanted to send pictures and songs on email, but he didn't want people to see that he was doing it. Then we went to sign him up for facebook, but he didn't want to use his real name. I tried to explain to him that if he wanted people to find him on facebook, he should use his actual name, but he didn't want people to find him, "and how do you upload photos onto facebook, and who can see my facebook page?" And then for a birth year he chose 1982. He looked to be about 60 years old. Needless to say, he made me feel uncomfortable.
Things changed for the better. I transcribed some radio show applications, and had a great conversation with Jason about books and writing while the internet was down. We ended up helping this lady with her files and email. She had her laptop, and was planning a trip. She "goes away for four weeks of the year to backpack Peru or something." I told her I wanted her life.
A friend had told her not to email credit card or passport information to herself, but to save that kind of thing in a folder in her own computer. "Good advice," we both said and explained why and how to do that. She laughed constantly about how little she knew, and we spent a few minutes talking to her. There was something wrong with the security on her computer, and she said she always had to called Telus up to fix it. She "always ended up with someone from the Philipines," telling her how to reinstall this and that. We had no idea what she was talking about. I needed to go and started getting my things. "Don't you want to know my last question?" she asked me.
"Actually, I do," I replied.
She said, "There is actually a guy that gets on my computer, but he's in Australia. Oh, he doesn't steal anything or anything like that, he just uses, what's it called again? Paypal." Jason and I looked at each other with question marks in our eyes. He told me he would let me know what was up tomorrow.
Work began pretty uneventfully. I started gathering the information I had found for Squamish Community Radio. Theresa (who's running the Squamish Community Radio initiative) came by, and we finally discussed things in person and got a lot figured out. The day was shaping out to be rather productive. I ate a breakfast bagel at Zephyr at lunch, put my cheques in the bank, all kinds of things were getting done.
When I returned from lunch, we began a meeting about the cyber camp we're trying to organize for Spring Break. Mid-meeting/Scrabble game, an elderly Indian man came in, looking to be tutored on the computer. He said he knew some of the basics, but he needed help attaching files to emails, setting up facebook, and "splitting the computer so not everyone who uses the computer can see everything." He wanted to create user accounts in Windows. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Then we opened his email. There were a lot of pictures being sent to him of a young woman smiling. This girl sent him songs as well. He wanted to send pictures and songs on email, but he didn't want people to see that he was doing it. Then we went to sign him up for facebook, but he didn't want to use his real name. I tried to explain to him that if he wanted people to find him on facebook, he should use his actual name, but he didn't want people to find him, "and how do you upload photos onto facebook, and who can see my facebook page?" And then for a birth year he chose 1982. He looked to be about 60 years old. Needless to say, he made me feel uncomfortable.
Things changed for the better. I transcribed some radio show applications, and had a great conversation with Jason about books and writing while the internet was down. We ended up helping this lady with her files and email. She had her laptop, and was planning a trip. She "goes away for four weeks of the year to backpack Peru or something." I told her I wanted her life.
A friend had told her not to email credit card or passport information to herself, but to save that kind of thing in a folder in her own computer. "Good advice," we both said and explained why and how to do that. She laughed constantly about how little she knew, and we spent a few minutes talking to her. There was something wrong with the security on her computer, and she said she always had to called Telus up to fix it. She "always ended up with someone from the Philipines," telling her how to reinstall this and that. We had no idea what she was talking about. I needed to go and started getting my things. "Don't you want to know my last question?" she asked me.
"Actually, I do," I replied.
She said, "There is actually a guy that gets on my computer, but he's in Australia. Oh, he doesn't steal anything or anything like that, he just uses, what's it called again? Paypal." Jason and I looked at each other with question marks in our eyes. He told me he would let me know what was up tomorrow.
Nick had come by earlier to say we were eating at Darrell and Adrienne's. Adrienne was making soup. I went straight there from work and Katrina came by so Steve could pick us all up for worship practise. I love Wednesdays. Ending the day with worship practise at the Davies cannot be trumped. Their small group is always there, so we get to talk to the likes of Elissa, Yi Khy, Lorraine; all kinds of good people.
We had ended pretty early, so Yi Khy and Lorraine came downtown to hang out for awhile. After a quick stop to Walmart, we dropped Katrina off and headed to the apartment to drink tea and listen to music. Lorraine had bought me a "Music Listography" book a few weeks prior, so I showed her some songs I had put in there. Nick stops us midsong with some thing from facebook. He hooks the computer to the stereo and plays something from a Spanish radio station. "Indie Newsic," the broadcaster says, and then starts rambling off. All of the sudden we hear, "The Magician end ye Gates of Love" and "Langley, California." And then he announces the song "A Gentleman's Harvest: Teen Daze Remix!" And there's our song! On Spanish radio! It blew my mind.
After all this, and after conversations in the past couple days about need to write things down and record life, I thought I should get the story of today down. So that's that. A whirlwind, eh?
We had ended pretty early, so Yi Khy and Lorraine came downtown to hang out for awhile. After a quick stop to Walmart, we dropped Katrina off and headed to the apartment to drink tea and listen to music. Lorraine had bought me a "Music Listography" book a few weeks prior, so I showed her some songs I had put in there. Nick stops us midsong with some thing from facebook. He hooks the computer to the stereo and plays something from a Spanish radio station. "Indie Newsic," the broadcaster says, and then starts rambling off. All of the sudden we hear, "The Magician end ye Gates of Love" and "Langley, California." And then he announces the song "A Gentleman's Harvest: Teen Daze Remix!" And there's our song! On Spanish radio! It blew my mind.
After all this, and after conversations in the past couple days about need to write things down and record life, I thought I should get the story of today down. So that's that. A whirlwind, eh?
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