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The Linguist Update

This is months out-of-date, but I figured I should mention that I’m no longer affiliated with The Linguist.

I did some work for Mark and Steve Kaufmann as a consultant, operating under my Sparkplug corporation.

But about 4 months ago, it just became too much: work, family, home, blog, and business. Plus, I’m working on my masters in Educational Technology at UBC. So I simply told Mark I was too busy, and finished out the month contract I was working on.

My name still appears in some places on the blog I created for The Linguist … but it looks like Mark has changed my account information and all the articles that I wrote are now “posted by Mark Kaufmann.” My guess is that this was simply to not confuse visitors to the site with the name of a person who no longer does any work for The Linguist. Still, it leads to some interesting combinations of post author and post body.

In any case, it was a lot of fun, and I wish Mark and Steve nothing but the best. They’re quality people, and The Linguist is a great way to learn English.

Christmas dinner for 25

A few days ago we had Christmas dinner for 25: two turkeys, one extra-large ham, a massive pot of applesauce, and much, much more.

It was at my sister Renee and her husband Jeroen’s house. That’s Jeroen at the end of the table(s) …

table setting for 25

Jeroen is an artist who has created many beautiful paintings (including the 5′ x 8′ painting in the background of this pic of my iPod).

Here’s one he’s working on right now:

jeroen vermeulen painting

Jeroen has done work in other media as well, including furniture design. Here’s a concrete and steel table he constructed this summer:

concrete and metal table

One of my favorite pieces in his house is a massive multi-ton stone sculpture by Jeroen’s sister, Lika Mutal:

lika mutal stone sculpture

(Lika is an internationally renowned sculptor.)

Chronicles of Narnia: first movie

I watched The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (Disney, IMDB) last night.

First impressions: really very good. Enjoyable, fun, and well done. The story was not destroyed in the making of the movie, and the movie pretty much is true to the Narnia of the book.

The actors who played the kids (Lucy, Edmond, Susan, and Peter) were probably one of the best parts of the movie for me. They were perfect – just the right kids, just the right acting. Very real, very authentic feeling.

I wasn’t crazy about Tilda Swinton, the actress who played the White Witch. OK, but not tremendously compelling. And I really couldn’t get Liam Neeson as the voice of Aslan. Sorry, too many other associations, and it just didn’t sound right.

Other than that, however, I really, really enjoyed this movie.

It’s long – almost 2 hours – but I never felt impatient. The story was neither rushed nor drawn out.

One thing: don’t go in expecting Lord of the Rings. It’s not a Tolkien world – it’s a much smaller cosmos – a more English countryside cosmos. This is not epic adventure with a world-spanning struggle against an ancient enemy. It’s a much more localized story and film. That said, it works. It’s the right size for the story.

But if you come in expecting LOTR, you may be disappointed. At the very least, you’ll have to adjust your expectations.

Very worth seeing – possibly even worth buying … though I’ll be much more tempted to buy it if Disney ends up making all 7 of the books into movies.

PS:

Don’t stop watching when the crdits roll … there’s one more scene to come!

Mount Baker tubing trip

I took most of the day off last week Friday – Teresa and I took the kids to Mount Baker, just across the border in Washington.

There’s a great little tubing area that ends in a flat run over a little lake. The ice seemed to hold, but I could kick my way through it if I really tried, so we eventually moved to another area.

It was an incredibly warm day, at least in the sun: I didn’t need a jacket, and even took my shirt off for a few minutes here and there.

Here’s a family shot on self-timer … digital camera balanced precariously on the other tube:

family tubing at mount baker

Ethan decided he wanted to climb a steep slope just up from the lake – and he succeeded. I’m following him here in this picture, but I couldn’t get to the top via this route. I kept sinking in 5-6 feet of snow, but Ethan made it up. Way to go, Ethan!

mountain climbers

Just across the from the lake there’s a little chalet that groups can rent. The proprietor allowed us to tube behind the chalet. Check out the doors at back: 4 at different levels … depending on how much snow will fall during the season:

chalet doors

On the way back down the mountain, we captured this shot of one of the peaks at Mount Baker. Note the snow pack just waiting to fall, about a third of the way down the mountain face.

mount baker peak

All in all, a wonderful day.

My photos & hotlink protection

Few things bug me more than people using my images without permission, with even a link to my site, and without even hosting the images themselves.

MySpace is a frequent offender … usually morons like this kid who think that using the F-word repeatedly somehow has an iPod halo-ish coolness effect.


If you’ve come to this page, it’s because someone tried to link to my images without linking to the page that they’re on.

If you’ve come from Google Images, just go back, and click on the link for the page that holds the image.

For some reason, the guyI mentioned above, and several other of the leachers at MySpace have linked to this picture of Aidan licking his fingers after eating chocolate. It’s annoying enough that they’re using my picture. It’s far, far worse, when they make derogatory remarks about it or feature it right beside objectionable pictures. I complained to MySpace a month ago, and I was told that account would be deleted. Hrm … checked my logs tonight, and I’m still getting hits from that site. And another one has started up.

Not cool!

So I’ve simply disable hotlinking support. Sorry, but I won’t have pix of my kids being used on questionable sites.

[ updated November 12 ]

Well, I just got a very uncool message from MySpace, basically saying that unless I get a lawyer to talk to them, I’m toast. OK, fine, I’m denying hotlinks.

Breakfast wif Daddy

Aidan and I sat on the same side of the table – a rare occasion – usually that’s Gabrielle’s spot. But she was gone at Gems camp, and Aidan, sitting there, decided to loop his little arm over mine while having breakfast.

Teresa captured the moment:

aidan and daddy

Hallowed evening

OK, so it’s Hallowed ‘een, or more modernly, Halloween, but that’s just a recent invention of the last 100 years or so. As Chaucer said, “men evere seeke newfangle.”

In any case, here are the artistic efforts of the Koetsier household this trick-or-treat season. (More accurately, that would be the art of one Teresa Koetsier ….)

halloween pumpkins
[ update Nov 1 ]

Teresa tells me that the art was NOT all hers. While she did do the carving, she did it (more or less) according to the kids’ own drawings … so Aidan, Ethan, and Gabrielle all had a hand in their pumpkins.

Daddy, are you home?

Most days when I get back from the office, my 2-year old son Aidan greets me in the hall or kitchen. I’ll walk in, and sometimes he’ll run to meet me, his little feet pounding the floor eagerly.

“Daddy, are you home?” he says without a trace of irony as I sweep him off the floor, high up towards the ceiling.

“Yes I am,” I answer. “Are you home?”

“Yup!”

Supraventricular tachycardia (SVT)

Teresa and I had more reason than usual to be thankful yesterday on Thanksgiving Day.

We had just come into church – our church holds a special thanksgiving service – when Teresa felt something weird going on. She sat down for a moment in the parent’s room, but it didn’t go away. Her heart was racing … pounding so hard it felt almost as if it was trying to leap out of her chest.

Leaving Ethan and Gabrielle with my parents, we took Aidan and drove straight to the hospital.

We had almost zero wait time, as it was obvious Teresa needed help, and the words “heart irregularity” seem to get the attention of triage nurses fairly quickly. Within minutes she was on a stretcher, in a room, and hooked up to 2 or 3 different machines, monitors, plus an IV drip.

We could now see her heart rate on the monitor, and it was fairly steady around 180. Her normal heart rate is VERY low, around 60. By this time Teresa was feeling tingly in all her extremities and in danger of fainting … and we were praying.

The doctor came in quickly and took a look at her heart rate, symptoms, and listened to the pumping of her heart. Within minutes, he diagnosed it as Supraventricular tachycardia (SVT), and prescribed a drug.

It was comforting to have a name for the disease, and that it was a known condition, if not common. But Teresa was not doing well. SVT is apparently some kind of electrical malfunction of the heart – a nerve that has a feedback loop and keeps re-stimulating the heart to higher beats per minute. This is both hard on the heart and on the body: when beating that quickly, the heart is far less efficient in pumping blood – hence the tingling in Teresa’s extremities.

The doctor first tried to get Teresa to shock her own heart out of its race condition by contracting her stomach and torso muscles hard. She tried, and her heart rate spiked up to 232 beats per minute, then settled back down to 180-190.

Then the doctor injected the drug into her IV drip. I forget the name, but basically what it did was stop her heart and restart it. Kind of a biological apachectl restart. Scary enough on a website. Kind of terrifying, if you think about it, on someone you love.

The drug passed through her system in 14 seconds, and Teresa’s heart rate started coming down. Within a minute it was under 100, and we knew we were out of the woods. Half an hour later, 2 electro-cardiograms, and 21 detached sensors later, we were on our way out of the hospital.

Teresa has a follow-up appointment with her own physician this week, and probably a battery of other tests, but we’re hoping that she’s fine now. And we’re thanking God that her life has been spared.

Apparently SVT strikes at almost random times. Teresa remembers having it once, for about 16 minutes, when she was pregnant with our son Aidan.

If it strikes too often, the doctors can try to cauterize the offending nerve, or they can, at last resort, install some kind of pacemaker device. But most people who have experienced SVT have it very infrequently, and that’s out hope and prayer for Teresa.

SFU Alumni Day

Teresa and I went to our Simon Fraser University’s alumni day yesterday; the university was also celebrating its 40th year of existence.

Babysitters were hard to come by, so we took the kids and it actually worked out quite well. Gabrielle snapped this picture of us – yes semi-bald is my new look:

sfu 40th

SFU’s AQ (Academic Quandrangle) is still the same as ever: big, grey, and angular. But now there’s two (not to mention the really cute kids sandwiched in the middle):

SFU academic quandrangle

This is ostensibly SFU’s foundation stone, located in the somewhat-contaminated contemplation pool in the center of the AQ. (The kids found a dead mouse floating in it, along with assorted other non-scenic intruders.)

sfu foundation stone

Here are Gabrielle, Ethan, Aidan, and me, on top of the ziggurat or step-pyramid shape also inside the area of the AQ:

outline of family on sfu ziggurate

The roof of the mall, under which the ceremonies, such as they were, and the BBQ, such as it was, were held:

sfu mall roof

The sun occasionally showed its face yesterday; I caught him peaking out of the clouds.

clouds, sky, sun, occlusion

Overall the day was fun, but more for showing the kids SFU than anything else. We didn’t see anyone we knew (we graduated in 1994, so that was a while ago, but the kids were suitably impressed with the size of an institution that has something like 25-30,000 students. It was also interesting to see all the new construction at Simon Fraser – and there’s a ton of it.

Sandals

This is Teresa’s new desktop picture, in miniature.

Aidan took off his sandals at a playground and filled them up with pebbles. Teresa couldn’t resist snapping a pic before picking them up and cleaning them off:

sandals filled with pebbles

A day at Stanley Park

Last week Saturday Teresa and I went to Stanley Park in downtown Vancouver with the kids and just chilled all day.

When we felt like moving on, we moved on. When we felt like stopping, we stopped. It was one of the last great beautiful days of the summer of 2005.

The kids found their way onto a temporary tidal island:

stranded on an island

We lounged a little on some of the sculptures near Stanley Park:

Teresa saw some amazing flowers for this late in the season:

flowers at stanley park

Ethan and Gabrielle found this dragonfly, who consented to be both photographed (multiple times) and touched (twice):

dragonfly close up

We spent probably an hour at a tiny portion of Third Beach (yes, it’s named that because it’s the third beach as you’re walking around Stanley Park) …

waves at stanley park\'s third beach

All kids love the beach, and Aidan is no exception:

aidan at third beach

Neither is Ethan:

ethan at third beach

Teresa made her mark in the world:

third beach

And we all had a wonderful day!

Buy jammies for Mommy

A couple of days ago, my wife Teresa told our youngest son Aidan that she loved his race car pajamas. She added that she’d like to have pajamas as nice as his.

Today Aidan put on his boots and his jacket, and headed towards the garage. He had his hand on the door when Teresa asked him where he was going.

“To the store. To buy jammies for mommy.”

Teresa had to lock the car doors – Aidan knows how to open them. He is 2 years old.

Unbelievable!

I going in grade FOUR

As Gabrielle and Ethan, our oldest two kids, have been getting new clothes, school supplies, and assorted other accountrements of going back to school, our youngest Aidan has really wanted to hop on the bandwagon.

He’s taken to dressing up in his sister’s runners, “Bob-a-Do-Do Ackpack” (Bob the Builder backpack) and saying he’s ready to go to school. He’s also telling people that he’s variously going into grade 4, 1, 2, etc. etc.

Anyways, Teresa and I have kind of humored him. Here’s a shot Teresa took of him – in Ethan’s class on the first day of school:

schoolboy

Aidan is two years old by the way, Ethan is entering grade 1, and Gabrielle is going into grade 4.

Break my heart

Recently at Seattle’s Woodland Zoo our youngest son Aidan jumped on a park bench and started hamming it up with an eagle sculpure.

I grabbed the camera and staring shooting. Only later did we realize that – as can happen rather easily on my camera (Sony Cybershot DSCW1 5MP Digital Camera with 3x Optical Zoom) I had accidentally touched the macro setting. So all the shots – incredible, amazing, wonderful shots – were blurry.

However, Teresa played around with one of the pics in iPhotos, and here are the results. Spectacular, in my (admittedly biased) opinion.

aidan and the eagle

Click the pic for a larger image. (I rarely do this – you know, bandwidth and all that – but this picture is worth it.)

Osoyoos to Seattle

When we left Osoyoos for Seattle, we travelled down through Oroville, Washington.

There’s nothing to make you feel that you’re in the (rural) US like dead deer heads in a gas station:

dead dear heads

We went down through Washingon, crossing through Leavenworth, which is a pretty prototypical tourist trap done up in Bavarian (nicer way of saying German in the US) style. All except the Australian store and the Russian curios shop. Interesting.

I snapped this pic of a domed warehouse in Leavenworth as a memento of all the domed warehouses and factories we saw all the way through Washington. I haven’t seen them like this anywhere else – but the style seems very popular for a certain era of Pacific Northwest construction.

dome building

After arriving in Seattle and checking into our hotel, we immediately walked to Seattle Center, which is where the Space Needle, Science Center, Experience Music Project, and a variety of other attractions are. Outside the Science Center is a large metal sculpture that I dubbed Big Red.

big red

We bought a City Pass that night, and chose to go up in the Space Needle. After, Ethan and Aidan had fun on the big metal balls arranged in a semi-circle around the tower:

ball

Teresa snapped this pic of me clowning around on the same balls:

balance

That night I snapped this pic of the Space Needle through our hotel window (wouldn’t open). Not bad, even through dirty-ish glass and tripod-less.

space needle at night

Ethan and Gabrielle shared a queen together, as did Teresa and I. Either Ethan really loves his sister, or Gabrielle’s elbow is really yummy. Teresa risked waking them up to capture the moment:

yummy elbow

What kids are for …

Coming back from a vacation spent entirely with 3 kids, I was thinking late last night about children, family, and parenting.

Parenting takes a ton of energy, more patience than you have, a huge slice of your life, and much more besides.

But one thing I think parenting does is teach you about yourself. Of course kids are ‘for’ much more, but something that happens, if you’re perceptive, through all the whining and “me, me” and “that’s mine” and petty squabbles, is a deepened appreciation for what it means to be human and flawed.

We do it in nicer and more socially acceptable ways, but adults still engage in most of these behaviors. We’re just better at hiding it.

But we work at being better people. and we work at growing up … just like our kids.

B-B-Q @ Loeppky’s

Dave Loeppky, the president of the company that I work for, invited a bunch of people to his and his wife Sharon’s beach house for a barbeque on Saturday. The house is on beautiful Lummi Island, just off Bellingham, WA.

It was just an absolutely amazing day – here’s Gabrielle and Ethan on the ferry ride out to the island:

lummi island ferry

The Loeppky’s house sits below the road, right on the beach, and no other house is visible for hundreds of metres. They have 3-4 kayaks, and I jumped in one and took this shot of the house from the water:

loeppky\'s beach house

Gabrielle, Ethan, and Aidan all wanted to ride in the kayak too, so they took turns coming out. Here’s Ethan with me … we went out and found some kelp bladders, floating to the suface.

kayak

When I took Gabrielle and Aidan out, we paddled to a little island – a rock in the sea – that Gabrielle prompted christened ‘Barnacle Island,’ for fairly obvious reasons.

barnacle island

Then she went out with another girl who was visiting at the beach, and they promptly attemped to run me down:

kayak collision

When out in the kayak by myself, I took my life in my hands and took the digital camera with me. My rear end got soaked – the kayak had rubber plugs or sea cocks that were leaking – but fortunately the camera didn’t get wet at all. I took this shot of a rocky point near the Loeppky’s:

rocky point

And of the shore just down the beach that had an interesting geological pattern.

rocky beach

Here’s the kayak, Pacific ocean, and a stunning view of the tips of my toes:

kayak and toes

Aidan really took to the whole kayaking thing … it was all we could do to prevent him from setting out to sea all by himself:

baby kayaking

Meanwhile, the older kids were having the time of their lives in the motorboat …

motorboat

… or tubing. I hadn’t ever seen anyone go tubing in the ocean before, but that didn’t stop any of the kids, even though it was later in the day, and the water was seriously cold.

tubing

While the kids were having fun (Dave and Sharon’s son Steven was absolutely great, taking various lots of kids on rides for well over 90 minutes), some of the older kids played some impromptu netless volleyball on the beach. (That’s me in the white shirt and hat.)

volleyball on the beach

Aidan didn’t spend a ton of time in the boat – he was far more interested in chowing down. Fortunately there was a chair just his size …

aidan eating in a chair

Aidan also specializes in giving his mother heart attacks ….

aidan climbing railing

Then it was time to eat, and we all participated in the ritualistic massacre of live shrimp. They were absolutely enormous – bigger than my hand. Teresa and I and the kids had gone along with Dave to pick them up – 10 pounds of the biggest, most fresh shrimp you could imagine.

jumbo shrimp

Dave gets them from a local fisherman who has an amazing complicated set-up in his home/business, right on the water, where he continuously pumps in fresh seawater to keep the shrimp that he’s caught live and fresh. He even chills the seawater to approximate the conditions 400 feet below surface, down where the shrimp live.

shrimp

I shelled a shrimp myself, if that’s the right word, and actually ate one later on as well. As things turned out, it was a singularly adventurous culinary day for me, as I had both shrimp and oyster – yes, oyster – for the first time. (Perhaps you’ve guessed I’m not a big seafood guy.) The oysters, believe it or not were alive that morning – Dave pulled them right off ‘Barnacle Island’ at low tide. Amazing. It seriously is a different life down on the water.

We also picked up a crab at the fisherman’s place where we got the shrimp, and his destiny was no different:

Ethan, Gabrielle, and Aidan all spent literally hours in the sand and the waves – I managed to catch this particularly good shot of Ethan in between hops over waves:

ethan in the water

Speaking of waves, they picked up every 20-30 minutes after a huge ship would pass by, 5-6 kilometres out in the water. During one particularly vicious set, the Loeppky’s boat pounded the beach a bit. Fortunately, it’s a very light Boston Whaler, and can withstand this kind of treatment with no real side effects:

I captured just a small part of the essence of this flower for David Burke, one of Premier’s regional sales managers, who particularly like the red-on-blue contrast, and made me promise to email it to him …

red on blue

And near the end of the day, we were blessed with a glorious sunset over the water:

sunset on the waters

We took the 10:00 ferry back to the mainland, got home at 11:30, and fell exhausted into bed after a wonderful, wonderful day. If they were all like this, life would be too good to be true!

From the mouths of babes and sucklings …

Overheard yesterday as I was leaving for work:

Teresa (my wife) to Aidan (our 2-year-old): I love you!

Aidan: I love garlic toast!

[ update August 14 ]

The next day, Aidan jumped in our bed, as kids will do, and talked excitedly to his sleepy parents about unintelligible things, as kids will do.

When I told him “I love you,” he solemnly responded: “Yah. I love me too.”

Steveston

Yesterday was BC Day, a civic holiday in British Columbia, and Teresa and I took the opportunity to go to Steveston, a little fishing village-turned-seaside-destination in Richmond, BC.

Tagging in action – a physical folksonomy:

steveston in sand

The kids rode their bikes; Teresa and I walked. After lunch (fish and chips, of course) Gabrielle, Ethan, Aidan, and I checked out the docks …

kids on dock

Then we got down to the real business of the day: enjoying the beach:

aidan on the beach

Something about kids, wherever you go, they love water (and sand and muck and other assorted messy stuff). Gabrielle and Ethan …

kids in wave

And Gabrielle alone:

gabrielle in the wave

Aidan and I climbed a massive log and stayed there until Teresa snapped a picture:

daddy and aidan on a log

What a wonderful day!

New bikes

On Saturday, quite out of the blue, Teresa and I decided to get new bikes (well, a bike, in our oldest son’s case) for Aidan and Ethan. Then, of course, we had to go for a bike ride around Mill Lake in Abbotsford.

Ethan ….

ethan on his new bike

Aidan …

aidan on his new bike

Charlie & the Chocolate Factory: 2 Thumbs Down

I took my son Ethan to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory tonight. What a disappointment!

The book is great. The book is fun. The book is funny. The movie just misses on so many different levels.

Why?

Well, the book is about Charlie. Remember that title? It’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. That’s part of the charm … we see the story through the eyes of a child. Not so the movie. The central character is very definitely Johnny Depp, I mean, Willie Wonka.

In the book, Wonka is a child in a man’s body. He does and says whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Therefore, he’s hilarious. In the movie, Wonka is a white Michael Jackson. Errr, perhaps there’s a better way of putting that. In any case, to put it plainly, he’s freaky. He’s weird. And not delightfully weird either. He’s freaky weird. Serial killer weird.

And the androgynous haircut, spiky heels, pasty face cream, and nasty lipstick really, really don’t help. Big thumbs down on Depp’s characterization of Wonka.

Finally, in the book the Oompa-Loompas are funny and charming. In the movie, they’re just really bad dancers. Now the book is a music video? Whatever.

In some sense, movies made of books should be judged on their own merits. They’re really separate artistic endeavors. On the other hand, they use source material – often well-loved source material – and try to bring it to the big screen. In this sense, they should be faithful to the spirit of the original.

And this version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory just does not. Not at all.

Aidan-in-a-garden

Teresa and I spent some time over at my sister Maria and her husband Joe’s place on Sunday, and naturally (the proud father says) their kids – my nieces – were doting on Aidan, who is at that unbearable cute stage of toddlerhood development.

Lauren, who’s 13 and a championship swimmer already, recently got a new camera, and started snapping.

Where’s the kid?

camouflage

This one actually looks better in full 4 megapixel glory … the shirt almost blends away, and then you see those shocking legs. Very cool.

Close-up:

Aidan close up

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