Just out of curiosity, I took a look at what Wikipedia has to say about the number forty-three. It’s pretty boring (unless you’re into prime number, in which case you’re pretty boring).
It’s the answer to life, the universe and everything and it took Deep Thought 7.5 million years to compute and check that answer. The question–now that was something else. It’s still being calculated. Me, I’m just happy the Vogons haven’t arrived yet.
Forty-two. Whoda thunk it.
1. The rubbing of one fictional manuscript or literary work against another, esp. those of an author and their children: My mother just started writing short stories and dropped her submission in the mail with mine; it’s been causing friktison.
2. Conflict, as between fiction authors having dissimilar ideas, interests or genres: My brother and I have had some friktison between our short stories.
So after some delay my volunteer card for the Navy League of Canada arrived in the post this past Friday. I now have official proof that I can be called CI Campbell by the cadets. (although to be honest we knew that I was approved a month or more ago, it just took some time for the card to arrive). For those unaware (although considering the number of views of this site my audience includes me, myself and maybe even I) CI is really the acronym C.I. which stands for Civilian Instructor.
Overall, while the delay was annoying I’m thrilled at how seriously the Navy League takes volunteer screening. Moving forward I’m expected to wear this ID every time I’m working with the unit which is again a very smart thing to do as it makes clear to the cadets who is approved to work with them directly. This way they know CI Campbell is authorized to work with their unit–even if they’re unfamiliar with who CI Campbell actually is.
Funny thing is my application for a CIC Officer role at the unit went out on Monday–four days before I received my volunteer card, so essentially my shot at being an officer happened before I had everything required to be an volunteer (but again, we all knew I had the volunteer approval before I was offered the CIC opportunity, the card was just late in arriving).
Friday night, at the band practice at the Corps one of the senior cadets called me CI Campbell for the first time–it took me a moment to realize he was speaking to me! (I still turn my head when Rhane and I are at the Corps on a training night and someone calls out “Campbell” to her–I always think they’re calling out to me)
Now, the next step will be to get through the application process for the CIC Officer role and be accepted and sworn in as NCdt. Campbell. Hopefully my photo for the military ID will be better than the photo on the volunteer card.
…Fun? (well no, time flies regardless)
It’s been a busy couple of weeks–and not for any of the reasons I would have expected had you–my one-person audience–asked me two months ago. Rhane was off to Winnipeg this weekend for a Seamanship competition with Sea Cadets, and it was a near-run thing getting her on the plane. She was slated to be in Winnipeg for the 17th and we only got her travel orders on the 15th (not to mention the last-minute change of venue from Victoria to Winnipeg).
Once that was dealt with I had to focus on the multiple-balls-in-the-air with things at work, and most happily the opportunity to apply for a CIC officer role with Rhane’s unit (RCSCC 335 Calgary). This requires transcripts, references and a list of other paperwork.
Meanwhile, on Saturday and Sunday of this past weekend I was at her Corps doing construction work on the upstairs classrooms, so had little opportunity to relax–not that I mind; I like being busy.
My only fear is that the book writing isn’t getting enough time allocated to it–hopefully over Easter I can rectify things and get a good chunk completed. I only have to the end of April to finish the first draft if I want to stay on-track for my launch date.
Lots of Cadet stuff–and an opportunity to join the Royal Canadian Navy. Who said being this busy wasn’t fun?
So this year my daughter turned 12, (okay, so she turned 12 in 2015 so I guess she turned 12 last year) and what is the daughter of a former Air Cadet and Army Reservist to do? She joined Sea Cadets.
As a proud member of RCSCC 335 Calgary she was off to a seamanship competition this past weekend and in addition to winning the provincials, she and her team (and the rest of the Calgarys) spent the weekend eating field rations. Now in my day (oh so long ago) Canadian Forces field rations were outstanding–not only did they meet your dietary needs they also tasted good (well, except the Hungarian goulash and lung-in-a-bag).
My daughter’s rations apparently weren’t that good (to be fair and honest, I’m not sure they’re actually Canadian Forces field rations–they could be American or civilian or some other source of mush-in-a-bag). To provide to me their lack of quality she provided me the following item for lunch:
Stamped on the nondescript green pouch it says “Spaghetti with Beef & SCE“. I have no idea what SCE is, but here’s what it looks like once heated:
All that said, I tackled the challenge head on and ate my issued ration of spaghetti with beef & SCE–there’s even photographic proof:
Surprisingly enough, it was actually good–better than Chef Boyardee. Now either I was lucky enough to get the one decent meal they issued, or my child has no idea what bad rations would taste like. Compared to Hungarian goulash, this was gourmet.
Well I can’t say the new year of 2016 started on the right foot what with the passing of David Bowie and Alan Rickman (plus all sorts of other interesting people like the pro wrestler The Wolfman).
Good news is we’ll see the 100th anniversary of the battle of Jutland the end of May.
When last we left out intrepid hero he had just passed a milestone 35th birthday…
It’s hard to believe the last time I posted to my blog it was some six years ago. A lot has happened since then (including my finally retrieving the whytewolf.ca domain from languishing in a domain squatters hell…) and I intend to recap that eventually.
But for now, just for those of you paying attention, I’m officially over the hill and now on attempt 3 to have a reasonably up to date blog. I plan on hosting my thoughts on digital marketing, demand generation, military history, scale modelling and anything else that strikes my fancy–assuming I can maintain the momentum.
Not bad for the wrong side of forty.
(and if you get the title of this post, you’re likely my vintage too)
A friend of mine had a photography job booked for this past Saturday, and he invited me along for lunch. The models he was shooting looked fantastic, smelled fabulous and tasted even better.
Now, before anyone thinks I’m a pervert, the photo shoot was for a restaurant, and Dave was shooting the menu items.
And am I glad he invited me along.
Saturday, Dave was at the Green Papaya, in north Calgary (so far north in fact, it used to be beyond the city limits when my sister lived in the area), a restaurant that serves—in conjunction with its sister restaurant that shares the same dining area—Vietnamese and Indian cuisine.
Since we had been spending the day running about, I brought my daughter Rhane along—she’s only just learning to eat hot curries, and had never tried Vietnamese food before. I was hoping she’d have a good experience—and was not disappointed.
The interior decor is nice and open and airy, with alternating booths and tables comprising the seating of the main area. On the Vietnamese ‘side’ the art on the walls was simple, and understatedly beautiful—of Asian extract. The other side was similar, but with the flavour of India instead. The manager, who took time to speak with us while Dave shot fresh dishes from the menu, indicated that all of the items, from the seating to the dishes and glassware were authentically Vietnamese—“Everything but the food is from Vietnam” he said, “Well, the recipes are too.”
Service was pleasant and fast—although for lunch there did seem to be fewer patrons than I would expect, but considering they have buffets during the week, I suspect most people visit the establishment on weekdays or weekend evenings.
Rhane and I shared a bowl of vermicelli (Bun) with BBQ pork and spring rolls, we also had some of the veggie rolls with peanut sauce and papaya salad—which was a little spicy for Rhane, but I thought was fantastic.
Prices are reasonable for the quality of food, and I look forward to returning with my mother and sister to try to Indian side in the near future. An interesting note, is that each side of the restaurant uses a separate kitchen, chef and kitchen staff—which allows for the Green Papaya to provide fusion-style atmosphere with an authentic ethnic menu regardless of whichever of the two are your favourite ethnic foods—Indian or Vietnamese.
The Green Papaya is at 128-12024 Symons Valley Rd NW, Calgary (just follow Beddington Tr north past Stoney Tr and it’s in the mall on your right)
Now if only Dave would invite me along the next time he’s doing a fashion shoot.
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