Showing posts with label Stay Acquainted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stay Acquainted. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Happy Anniversary!

Adam Pap Photography

One year ago today, Brian and I got married.

365 days later, everyone's still alive and breathing, and likes each other, even.

There may be some of you who don't know about Project: Priceless, the free wedding experiment: in short, we planned our wedding over ten months, and we did it as free-of-charge as possible; seriously, check out the Project: Priceless blog if you haven't before. What started out as a request to family for old decorations turned into an outpouring of support from strangers and businesses alike. We had the time of our lives meeting new people and promoting a lot of independent business, and best of all, we used social media to do it. On our big day, we were surrounded by friends, family, and tons of the people who helped out with the wedding...and yes, a handful of bloggers, too. We had a hashtag -- #ppwedding -- for people to live tweet the whole day.

Adam Pap Photography
That one beautiful day, Brian and I felt so overwhelmed with love and kindness. We had each other, and just as amazing, we had a community brought together through a crazy little wedding blog. And you know, we still feel that love and connection with so many of the people from our project. (If you want the rundown on the wedding project, watch this video.)

I am, naturally, thinking many big thoughts today. Mostly, I'm thinking about how lucky I am, for many reasons and because of many people, but certainly because a special person named Brian agreed to love me forever.

Here's a little montage from our wedding videographers, Bytown Productions. Celebrate with us today: lavish a loved one with a much sweetness as you can.


Friday, July 27, 2012

Fridays with Bri - cleaning roller skate bearings

My hot wife and derby veteran!

GETTING YOUR BEARINGS...CLEAN


Jordan and I have been planning for a long time to clean the bearings in our roller skates; we used to love skating together, but this season has just been too busy. It may seem like a big job and it can be intimidating, but it turned out to take only a half-hour. Now we both feel silly for waiting. If you use roller skates, roller blades, or a skateboard, this maintenance is important, so be sure to keep reading! Here is the step by step on how we did ours. There are many different opinions on what works best, but we were really happy with our results.

Firstly, we did check for videos on the internet and we found this one by SkateboardTech to be the best so we followed his video; however we mentally changed the skateboard wheels to roller skate wheels (which are almost the same). The bearings we have are Bones Reds, which can be opened and actually taken apart into its smallest components. We chose to only take off the red rubber seals, though. You can go further if you have the time.

First you will need:

A skate tool
Cleaner--an alcohol-based solvent is best, though the video recommends orange cleaner. But if you use an alcohol-based cleaner, you can skip the rinsing step.
Cleaner bottle--buy one from a skate shop, or make one like the video shows.
Lubrication oil--sewing machine oil will do the trick!
Paper towel
A paper clip
Bearings (we used bones reds)
Roller Skates, a skateboard, or roller blades

Step 1

Remove the  bearings from the wheels, and wipe off the dirt. Place the bearings on a paper towel

Step 2

Remove the cover/seal; the bones reds have a rubber cover. Stick the paper clip beside the inner circle and pop out the seal. Other beings may have a metal covering where you have to pop a metal retaining clip.

Step 3

Attach the bearings to the cleaning bottle peg and pour the cleaner into the bottle; about 1/3 of the way full.

Step 4

Shake away! Shake shake shake! Shake shake shake!

Step 5

Remove the bearings and dry them. We used an alcohol based cleaner, which evaporates quickly. If you use a citrus biased cleaner be sure to dry them thoroughly and you may need to rinse away a residue. You can use a lot of things as solvents, including methyl hydrate (we used this and it was great), isopropyl alcohol with a HIGH volume (ie. 70% or more), even rubbing alcohol. We've even heard of people just using the lemon juice you buy in a lemon-shaped bottle in the grocery store. Remember to read precautions, and wear protection if you're handling anything poisonous.

Bearings and their seals removed.
Step 6

Add the lubricant: we used Bones Speed Cream, however you can also use sewing machine oil or any lubricant intended for small machinery. Do not use motor oil, grease or WD40 as they become thick and sticky and are meant for large moving parts.

Step7

Replace the shield. With ours, we just pushed them back on. 
Step 8

Reinstall the bearings into your wheels and put back on the skates.

Step 9

Roll around on your freshly cleaned bearings.

Disclaimer: I am not a mechanic or am I trained to clean bearings. This is just a list of steps I took to clean my own bearings. Be sure to research your particular type of bearings, and experiment until you find what works for you!

There's nothing worse than feeling held back from a beloved activity because your equipment is in disrepair. A quiet half-hour spent together, cleaning our bearings, just gave us another great cheap date activity! What have you been putting off? Time to get out there and make it happen!





Yours truly, back in my roller derby reffing days!

Friday, June 22, 2012

Friday's with Bri - How to not end up on the couch, especially if your wife is a blogger.

Here is a post for all the people whose partners have blogs:

How to not end up on the couch

Jordan and I were just at the most recent SoCapOtt tweet-up where we got to meet some amazing people and have some extremely interesting conversations; and I must say my favourite part of tweet-ups are actually meeting the people you tweet with on a regular basis. That old saying, “putting a face to a name” or in this case, “putting a face to a twitter handle” rings very true. And during these awesome conversations I began talking to the men who were in attendance who jokingly said, “Ohh, you are gonna end up on the couch!” after a couple of my jokes. So on that theme, here are my Brian Bart Kent-Baas (BBKB) tips for not ending up on the couch if your partner is a blogger. (Yes my middle name is Bart.)

#1 Be supportive. (B)

Blogging is a big commitment and it takes a lot to be able to pour your heart and soul into what you write. So be their number one fan, read everything they write; even if it’s printed for you in paper hard copy form. Go to the events where their blog is being celebrated and celebrate the small successes with them even if you don’t understand; ie. finally breaking 1000 hits on their blog is a very cool moment.

#2 Be Understanding. (B)

With blogging comes social media; with social media comes time commitments. Let them have the time to build their brand and really succeed in what they are writing, and genuinely take an interest in it. You don’t have to understand all the technical jargon but at least show that you care.

#3 Keep letting them know you love them. (K)

It is the most horrible experience when a blogger gets their first negative comment on something they write. If it’s a internet troll or just an angry person, getting negativity around your writing is very, very, very hard to take. So let them know no matter what that you love them and that just because there are angry people in the world it is no reason to stop writing. And be ready to show them all the good comments they have received.

#4 Bring them Treats (B)

what is #FF - picture source
Yes, this is a great tip even if your partner isn’t a blogger: random treats and presents are always a good step. You should never need a reason to give your special someone a present, so go out and get them one; they deserve it. And if your partner is on twitter, get them a card with the present and make it say, “#FF (their name) because of how wonderful they are every day”. 

If you don’t know what #FF means it means Follow Fridays and you are telling everyone that you think that everyone should follow your special someone; it's a big deal for the twitter nuts... and it shows that you're paying attention.

With those four tips finished, I realized that there are no “support groups” for the partners of bloggers, and there is no meet-ups for the invisible husbands or wives of all these amazing bloggers. For all those who are reading this on a piece of paper because you don’t know how to read blogs, I want to let all of youknow  that the great thing about us tweeters, bloggers, and social media junkies is that we are able to make conversations out of nothing, and we have those conversations with people we have never met before. So come on out, it's a great way to show that you are using the BBKB steps. Attend social media events, like tweet ups, with your partner; we bloggers never get to meet you and you never know, you may be slowly turned into one yourself.

~Brian

Picture source

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

A Night At the Museum: 1812 at the Canadian War Museum

A NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM: ONE WAR, FOUR PERSPECTIVES

Portraits line the corridor adjacent to the 1812 exhibit.
Last
night, Brian and I were invited to the grand opening of the newest
exhibit at the Canadian War Museum: '1812: One War, Four Perspectives'.
Raised as I was, surrounded by historians and a father who worked
closely with history, I was excited to see this exhibit come to life,
and it did not disappoint.

The exhibit, set up in a cloverleaf sort of shape, explores the war from four perspectives: 
-Canadians, including Canadian First Peoples
-Americans
-The British
-Native Americans

Bri and I, looking dapper!
Each
perspective had its own room, and a slew of great artifacts, with everything coming together in the middle like a hub. We were
blown away by how many things had survived the 200 years to be here with
us today. The excellent condition and restoration of the pieces made
the displays that much more engaging; it felt like the people and their
treasures were here only yesterday. My mother, also in attendance,
developed a grim fascination with some of the more basic weaponry
artifacts--clubs with blades attached to them, and other concussive
devices--while Brian ogled each and every musket in the place. I enjoyed
the displays relating more to everyday life: a portable writing desk
used by a British soldier on his journeys, or the interactive dress-up area,
where I got to put on an era-appropriate dress, and Brian proudly strode
around in a soldier's jacket.

The
exhibit is well-explained; virtually every display has a written
explanation to accompany it. I discovered a new depth of information
about 1812 that I hadn't realized existed before. Like many Canadians, I
have always been just a general 1812 fan because this was the war where
we repelled the Americans from our land; but it was interesting to see
the war from the perspective of the British, the Aboriginals, and even
the Americans. We were a bit disappointed that there wasn't more
emphasis put on the razing of the White House by the Canadians--indeed,
the exhibit leaves us completely out of the story and refers only to the
British invaders--but I guess that all's political in love and war.

A piece of the charred White House--
which used to be pink, believe it or not.
With
such incredible artifacts, you may want to pick up a copy of the
companion coffee table book, with gorgeous full-colour photos of the
artifacts taken by the War Museum's resident photographer, Bill
Kent. 

We
enjoyed '1812: One War, Four Perspectives'. It's a mature and
well-curated exhibit with plenty to look at, and most of it
well-preserved. We'd recommend it for anyone who's got a kid who isn't
really getting into history class; it's the kind of exhibit that is
engaging like a good story, and may help to paint a more vivid picture.
Well frankly, I recommend this exhibit for all the adults out there,
too: you know it's been way too long since you learned anything new
about history that wasn't told to you in a movie. Rarer still is an
opportunity to learn something new about how kick-ass our Canadian and
Aboriginal ancestors were. 




Here, some more pictures for your eye candy desires:





Pipers!


A grave marker.






Laura Secord: purveyor of fine chocolates, and military intel.
(The chocolates aren't true, actually.)


Mom and Dad. (You can get people to do almost anything,
if you say it's for your blog.)




 

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Friday's with Bri: mini post - guitar lessons

My First Guitar
I received my first guitar a long time ago. It is a Yamaha acoustic; it sounds like...a guitar, plays like...a guitar (in the right person's hands) and I have no idea how to play it. I have taken piano lessons and learned to play the trumpet in my youth, so when I got the guitar I also bought a book called The Idiot's Guide to Guitar. I always dreamed of learning to play the guitar, being that cool guy by the campfire singing and playing. And now I finally had the guitar.

Turns out, that is a lot of pressure to put on yourself and all I could do is play the open strings… do do do do do do do do. It was sad. Every couple of days I would pick it up and play do do do do do do. It then turned to every couple of weeks between tries, then months, and finally years. I was nowhere near being that guy by the fire...

My birthday guitar
Meeting Jordan’s dad with his passion for music and playing instruments has been inspiring. Bill is an incredible guitarist and I hear about the lessons he is taking with Canadian blues great J.W. Jones, and how he is actually teaching the teacher some tricks! He has an amazing collection of Vantage guitars.

Jordan and her parents got me a guitar for my birthday last year, and it is beautiful. It is the guitar I always wanted, a sunburst orange electric, and every time I play Guitar Hero I make my virtual guitar look like this one. My one fear is that the dreaded monthly session of do do do do do do do do do do will occur if I don't get some lessons. So what better idea than to finally get some lessons from my new family’s great guitar players: Jordan and Bill. Finally, after years of my first guitar collecting dust, and the new one being licked more than played, I am finally learning how to play it. 

So far I have been taking lessons for a month now and its progressing well. I am learning to play House of the rising sun, Blackbird and The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. It is a fantastic thing that Jordan and I are doing together and it gives us a fun activity to do with Bill. 

And hey, I can finally feel good about going into a music store, picking up a guitar, and playing with it.

Keep checking back in and I may even post a video soon, of us playing!



Sunday, March 25, 2012

He does, she does: why two heads are better than one.


There are moments in life when you realize just how lucky you are to have a partner.

The other day I went grocery shopping and bought a new spray bottle of kitchen cleaner. We still had a couple ounces left in the old bottle, but it was doing that thing where the long straw inside the bottle doesn’t poke into the remaining dregs of fluid. Excited to have a fresh full bottle, I abandoned the near-empty one and began spritzing away with the new…only to discover that the spritzer on the new one was malfunctioning. Brian came into the kitchen and was commiserating on the sadness of it, when suddenly a lightbulb lit up in my head.

“Wait!” said I, “I know what to do!” I began unscrewing the top off the bottles, first the old one, then the new one. Then I eagerly lifted the full bottle and began to pour it into the old one.

“Um, honey,” Brian said, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to put the cleaner in the old bottle so we can spray it!”

“Wait a minute,” he said, “Let me try something.” Gently, Brian took the bottles away from me, put them on the counter…and simply switched the heads.

One of my new roles in life, as Brian's partner, seems to be providing comic relief.

Later that same week, Brian and I were standing in the bathroom around ten o’clock at night, prepping to brush our teeth together. We have a toothbrushing dance worked out, choreographed so that I start brushing a few seconds earlier than Brian so we don’t have to rinse at the same time. I squeezed the toothpaste onto my electric toothbrush, turned it on, and raised it my mouth; unfortunately, my glob of toothpaste fell off of the bristles and onto my lower lip. Brian tittered beside me as I paused and sighed. I then tried to recover the blob by catching it with my brush and nudging it back into my mouth.

Instead of working as planned, the whizzing electrical bristles jammed into the goo and then vibrated down and around my chin. Frantically I continued my attempt to corral the toothpaste back into my mouth but the spinning head just wove a complex path along the left side of my jaw and back up my cheek, leaving a snail trail of foamy goo behind it.

“What are you doing?!” said Brian, stifling a laugh.

“Bruffing my teef!” I wailed.

“Why don’t you turn the toothbrush off?!”

I opened my mouth to explain, then realized he was absolutely right. I cut the power, applied a new dose of paste to the bristles, then placed it carefully in my mouth before flipping the switch. Crisis averted, Brian felt no further compunction to suppress his guffaws.

I’m grateful to have Brian because he stops me from pouring litres of cleaning fluid all over myself, or polishing my chin to shiny brilliance. I suspect Brian is grateful to have me, too...because everyone needs a good laugh.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Celebrate HER: mini post: midweek review

Celebrate Her--Ottawa's festival celebrating arts and women from March 3-10th--has been in full swing since last Saturday. Brian and I have been attending as many of the events as possible, live tweeting as we go. So far this week, we've seen Arif Jinha make the sitar into something ephemeral and sweet, and Anastasia Filippova sing her soul out while accompanying herself on the piano. Brian attended events this evening while I returned to college for the first time in half a decade (more on this later). There are still 4 days of Celebrate Her events to go, and it's all raising money for a great cause, so be sure sure to stop on in to hear some great music, and see the wall of recognized local women (yes, with yours truly included).

For a full list of events check out the events page on the Celebrate Her web site and to follow the tweets of the evet use the hash tag #Cher2012 or tweet directly to the amazing celebrate her team @celebrateherorg

Check out photos from the recent events...

Anastasia Filippova's crowd

Jordan with her photo!

Arif Jinha.

Amanda Cottreau showin' Jordan some love.

Alpha Soul Cafe.

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The Incredible women

Anastasia Filippova

Raffle prizes!


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Saturday, March 3, 2012

Date Night: Whales Tohora at the Museum of Nature

This week, Brian and I had the distinct pleasure of being invited to attend the grand opening of Whales Tohora, the new exhibition at the Canadian Museum of Nature, in Ottawa. We readily agreed to attend, and what a lovely evening it was. We recommend visiting this exhibit, here for a mere six months, with your sweetheart, kids, or by yourself.

The exhibit, put together in coordination with the Museum of New Zealand Te Papa Tongarewa, is simple, beautiful, and moving. Entering the museum, our first sight was of the giant life-size whale hanging in the front tower, something that had been promised in the architectural sketches when the museum was being rejuvenated but hadn’t yet been in place. It was an awe-inspiring spectacle, and while I did hear a museum staff explaining how they’d managed to navigate the giant into the space, I opted not to listen. Sometimes it’s better to let the magician have his secrets.

When we first entered the exhibit space, we found ourselves in a giant room full of whale history. I was thrilled with the amount of Maori artifacts, carved pendants, tools, and ornaments made of whale bones; it reminded me so much of the love and respect that the North American Aboriginals had historically shown for the buffalo. To revere the mighty beasts for their beauty, as well as their ability to feed an entire village, and to use the entire animal so that nothing is wasted…this respect for a natural resource is always humbling to witness.

One of several theatres.
This show has something for the young and the old. Brian played the two interactive videogames, first trying to lead a dolphin through the dangerous world of the ocean, and later building the perfect dolphin before trying to navigate it through an obstacle course. He also climbed through the to-scale model of a whale heart, almost getting stuck halfway through as this is surely meant for tiny people.

Whale skulls.
We examined the numerous whale skulls, amazed at their size and diversity. Various audio-visual setups take the museum visitor on a journey undersea where a whale stalks a giant squid; another allows them to listen to the whale riders tell their stories.

Big boy.
Of course, the centrepiece of the exhibit is the pair of full whale skeletons, with the large one coming from a 58’ male sperm whale, and the smaller one (still giant) belonging to a 32’ female. The entire exhibit was well-balanced between presenting historical, ecological, and biological information. We really appreciated that the whales were not presented as simple, benign animals; rather, their hunting abilities and their carnivorous diets were fairly portrayed.

The area I found hardest to look through was the section on beaching, followed closely by the section on human invasion. Photos and footage of whales stuck on beaches, torn up by propellers, and hunted by whalers were hard to stomach; but I appreciated how these issues were presented, without the usual sensationalism—no twelve foot-tall signs dripping blood or anything.

Maori carvings.
Overall, the entire exhibit was a fair, broad look at whales and humanity’s interaction with them. I felt awestruck, humbled, and amazed all at once. I have had a fascination with Maori culture for many, many years, so it was wonderful to see some carvings and artifacts in person; the natural beauty of the whale remnants, sleek white skeletons and giant, broad curves, was complemented perfectly by the ornate, intricate, art nouveau-like carvings of the Maori.

When we’d seen everything there was to be seen, I found myself reluctant to leave the space. With all the excitement, I knew we’d only managed to digest a small fragment of the information and visuals that were in the space; but we vowed to return with my little cousins, who will provide Brian with someone to challenge him to the videogames next time.

From start to finish, we thoroughly enjoyed our night at the museum. From the reception—with the incredible edibles catered by Thyme & Again, and the delicious New Zealand wines provided by the NZ consulate, as well as the witty speech by the New Zealand high commissioner—to the tiniest whale tooth presented behind crystal clear glass, every part of the evening was magical. We heartily recommend you check out Whales Tohora not only because it’s beautiful, but also informative, and a lot of fun. As Brian says, “Where else do you get to climb through a giant whale heart?!” I’ll just remind you, he almost got stuck…leave it to the kiddies, perhaps, though it was hilarious to watch him struggling while various dignitaries smirked and simultaneously looked tempted to try it, too.

And now, some more eye candy...

A wonderful date night!

Whale in the front tower.

Fantastic displays.

Mom and Dad!

My shoes for the evening. My favourites!

Brian, in silent awe of the beautiful displays.

One of the theatres for audio-visual treats.

A magnificent building.

The NZ pinot noir that Brian and Mom enjoyed.