Day: February 15, 2005

TC’s website updated

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My favorite crazy-rocker-jewery-maker, Tony Creed, just updated his website. It renders correctly on Safari now (Yay!), and he’s got some new jewelry. I love this guy’s work. I really need another piece by him but I can’t decide which one. I’m terribly fond of this, but there are a bunch of others I’m tempted by. […]

My favorite crazy-rocker-jewery-maker, Tony Creed, just updated his website.

It renders correctly on Safari now (Yay!), and he’s got some new jewelry.

I love this guy’s work. I really need another piece by him but I can’t decide which one. I’m terribly fond of this, but there are a bunch of others I’m tempted by. Though I need to hold off a bit; there are too many other skull rings I want, including one from CrazyPig, and the Clapton skull which I hope to get any day now.

Anyway, if you’re looking for something unique and custom, talk to Tony. He’s my kind of madman.

The Resume, or Lies about Me

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I’m helping a friend with her resume, and I’m once again reminded of what an absurd game resume-writing is. I can’t recall the last time I got really serious about writing a resume. My job now, I was hired because I knew a guy and the resume and interview process were a walk-through. I updated […]

I’m helping a friend with her resume, and I’m once again reminded of what an absurd game resume-writing is.

I can’t recall the last time I got really serious about writing a resume. My job now, I was hired because I knew a guy and the resume and interview process were a walk-through. I updated what I had handy, re-wrote the first bit to line up with the job and handed it in.

The thing is, a resume is an artful (if you’re good or hire well) combination of lies and marketing crap. You take what you’re good at, add in what you sort of know that sounds good, mix in a few quantifiable achievements, avoid your fuck-ups, and then write it in a stupid, awkward, artificial language that no one actually uses in real life.

Results-driven
Self-starting
Committed to

It’s so deeply artificial. And yet, a good resume can land you an interview, a bad one will land on the floor unless you have some particular skill everyone needs.

It’s different when you have a very specific technical skill to offer. I mean, Lumberjack, we all know what your job is, you don’t really have to say much. I cut down trees. I eat my lunch. I go to the lavatory. On Wednesdays I go shoppin’ And have buttered scones for tea. But for most of us with a range of possibly-applicable skills, looking for a job those might fit to, it’s a game.

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So much for hockey season

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There goes hockey season. That link is to a good article by Dan Wetzel about why; corporate greed, over-expansion. Loss of tradition in the NHL. It’s a drag. San Jose is now a hockey town. It wasn’t when I was growing up, but the Sharks are San Jose’s team. No, we don’t have the century […]

There goes hockey season.

That link is to a good article by Dan Wetzel about why; corporate greed, over-expansion. Loss of tradition in the NHL.

It’s a drag. San Jose is now a hockey town. It wasn’t when I was growing up, but the Sharks are San Jose’s team. No, we don’t have the century of hockey tradition they have in Canada, in some back-east cities. And I’ve only just discovered hockey in the last couple years. It’s a sport you have to go see live, TV doesn’t do it justice. Maybe that’s the problem right there.

“It starts with commissioner Gary Bettman, the most hapless, hopeless executive in sports, who in 13 years in charge of the NHL has succeeded in little more than driving the once-proud league right into the grave.

It moves onto a collection of owners who care little about the game, about the fans, about the tradition – franchise killers such as Bill Wirtz in Chicago who care only about bottom line.

They (and their stooge Bettman) pursued reckless expansion for the sake of franchise fees, never taking time to realize it was a recipe for disaster. They (and their stooge Bettman) priced out families in pursuit of corporations. They (and their stooge Bettman) showed an utter lack of understanding for the sport, allowing neutral-zone traps, oversized goalie equipment and bear-hug defenses to suck the excitement out of the rink.”

I was planning to take my eleven-year-old daughter to a game for her birthday this season. We were gonna get seats against the glass. Now — who knows. Who knows if it’ll be back, if it’ll be the same.