jules.ca

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…

welcome.

It's a Fog Day!

If you grew up in the country, today is the kind of day you dreamed of as a kid. Foggy. Foggy meant that the school busses were going to be delayed.  We would hover around the phone until the call came - School busses are going to be delayed 2 hours. Whoot!  And then, if the fog hadn't lifted by 10 or 10:30 - another call - the school busses are cancelled! It was awesome. No school, and nice enough outside by noon to have the whole day to yourself.

If you were a town kid, you still had to walk to school - and it would likely be pretty lame - considering more than 70% of the students were on the busses.

I miss fog days. No bus driver in their right mind wanted to drive on a fog day. The school board created rules around fog to keep kids from being smucked on the back roads by trucks, cars, tractors, trains and errant bovines.  If you're standing at the end of your laneway, and it's foggy, you are likely ripe for a smucking.  If you're already on the bus, there are likely 4 train tracks you've got to cross between your house and the school. In the back country, they don't have those new fangled wig wags to tell people that a train is imminent. In fact, in the back country, they add another element of challenge, and make sure that there are trees that come right up to the road, so you can't even get a good look down the tracks to see if the 7:40 from Windsor is on time or not.  Your only chance is to get up enough speed a few miles from the crossing, and barrel over the tracks, hoping that all is clear.

Of course, even in the country, busses stop at railway crossings.