New Media

The Narvey empire expands by one.

Welcome to the world, little one.

Readers of this site will have noted that blogging is light these days. No, I have not abandoned my website. I’ve just been sick.

As such, I’ve had to prioritize my activities over the past few weeks. Sleeping, eating healthy stuff, doing just enough actual work to meet the regular deadlines of my copywriting clients and finally, attending to social media.

A fog seems to have lifted from my feverish brain today. Looking forward to rejoining the universe once more. Cheers.

I Should Have Taken Contact

Shana Tova, my friends. Rosh Hashanah 2009 (or 5770, depending which calendar you use) is here. Time to toot your own horn.

Ram’s horn, that is.

Forget swine flu. I just don’t want to catch whatever ordinary germs people are spreading around.

Ladies, I don’t know what your experience has been, but I can tell you that in a men’s public washroom, I’m lucky to witness half of the guys washing their hands with soap and water after doing their business. The numbers get even worse in a bar or pub after 10 pm. By midnight, just assume that the guy who’s buying you drinks has trace amounts of human waste on his fingers.

I know, it’s gross. But I’m sick of what I’m seeing at fine establishments around this city. Dudes, get your act together.

Hat tip to Darren Barefoot for his insight on another point of etiquette in the context of flying low.

Congratulations, Roberto Luongo. You have risen to the top of your profession and have been rewarded with compensation in keeping with the generous tradition of the hockey industry. Good for you.

I’m sorry to have to say that I will never be able to watch Luongo play in a live Vancouver Canucks game (except when a generous friend of mine with season tickets lets me tag along), as I cannot justify the expense of $100 per ticket (minimum), plus $20 for a beer and hotdog — oh, and parking, too.

I know, watching professional sport live has long since become the preserve of the upper crust (or those with maxed-out credit cards), so there’s little point in complaining about the correlation between athletes’ compensation and the price of sports entertainment. But I must admit, seeing headlines like the ones announcing mega-contracts like Luongo’s does still leave me with an unpleasant feeling in my gut.

I will continue to cheer Luongo and the Canucks from the comfort of my humble living quarters, and on occasion on the big screen of a pub. Perhaps some day I’ll be so successful professionally that I won’t have to justify shelling out for tickets, but I wonder…
The humble and personable Roberto Luongo, providing incisive commentary for the weather channel (It doesn’t appear that the reporter or camera operator realized with whom they were talking)