telecom, technology and the occasional floobergeist

I’ve got an abundance of bits and pieces of canadian telecom and internet experience, and I am thrilled to be in a place in time when all is changing, technology is developing, and the status quo is being disrupted. 

Floobergeist is a word that is beginning to defy definition.  The more I roll that smooth pebble around, the more it becomes to mean. Floobergeist started out as the magic dust that turns dreams into ideas.  And then it began to encompass the zing that happens when you have conversations about those ideas. And now, it’s the whole evolution from dream to conversation, with each step improving the later and the former along the way.

Everyone aspires to good conversations. They can lead you to adventures you’ve never imagined, and to people you can twig with.

Let’s have a good conversation…


Adventures in Medicine....

The past few days have been chock full of adventures.  Adventures into the Ontario Medical Industry.  On wednesday, the wiz came down with a crippling headache, and worried that his recent hockey head injury had suddenly taken a decidedly turn for the worst, we bustled on down to the energency room at Toronto General Hospital.


We arrived!  And after 40 minutes, we were able to register, and talk with a nurse, who promply gave the wiz a wheelchair to convalesce in.  2 hours later, we were wheeled into “Exam room 11”, which was to become the wiz’s home for the next 24 hours.  There were tests aplenty.  The wiz has an uncanny ability to do well on tests without studying, so this was a piece of cake… EKGs, blood, getting his Cats scanned… and then waiting for results. And waiting. And little bits of walking around for me, but more laying down and waiting for the wiz. Wild words were bandied about, leaks, blood, brains and guts.  At one point we were able to peek through a chart:

Me: Hey! You’ve got a sub-arracchnid hemmorage - I think that means you’re a spider.

The Wiz: I thought it meant I was a peanut.

 The MRI folks were able to open the lab early for the wiz, so at midnight, we were rolled through the bowels of the hospital to the MRI suites. MRIs make ALOT of noise.  I was convinced the terrible sounds coming from behind the door “where visitors cannot go”, were a result of me sneaking my blackberry into a wing with a very BIG MAGNET. Luckily - no - the MRI just makes those sounds naturally ;-)

It wasn’t till the wee hours of the morning that we were able to get the goods from the neosurgeon (i tell  you, no more brain surgery jokes for us) and all turned out well - and his haircut won’t be an issue.  Stay tuned, as i post jpegs of the wiz’s brain.  It’s larger than you might think.  You know what they say about fellows with big brains. Big ball caps.