lowering the common denominator

in halifax, for some reason, the team likes to dress up in the mornings in real clothes. invariably, following morning rounds, they have to change from their normal person clothes into scrubs. now, do not get me wrong, that does sound pretty sweet. in fact there are two dudes who actually have pretty nice style. one wears rather outstanding shoes most days. the other one's shoes are okay I guess, but his forte lies more in the soft goods - shirts and ties and whatnot. anyway, this playing dress-up would be all good and fine but for a number of issues:

first, I am not going to waste some killer outfit when I am going to be changing out of it less than an hour later, at which time it will only have been appreciated by a rather select group of individuals. plus it is dark out in the mornings and they have not yet turned on all the lights in the hospital, so I do not even know if full appreciation is even possible.

second, where do they expect me to keep my clothes after I change? my blazers would certainly not appreciate being crumpled on a locker floor, and last I checked there were no cedar shoe trees hanging out in the call room.

so I have been bucking the trend and wearing scrubs for the past bit. sweet shoe guy is still forging ahead with the business-caj (nice sweater vest on the weekend btw), but one by one the others have started to succumb to the sweet luxury of polyester drawstring pants. I guess you would have to say I am a trendsetter of sorts. I do not think I have ever been so pleased at being so low.

strictly speaking

if I lived on the east coast for any period of time, I am pretty sure I would affect a maritime drawl. perhaps I will acquire one sometime this week if I get a chance.

unsuitable behaviour

finding a suit for the pending nuptials is proving to be somewhat of a challenge. mila recently tried to pressure me into settling for a nondescript garment of rather too coarse a fabric for the occasion. obviously I ignored her, but at the same time I was somewhat hurt that she did not share my same drive for finding something with just the right amount of sheen (a sheen that whispers words of gentle seduction in an accent of uncertain european origin, yet at the same time coos "whatever, I'm just a suit" before taking a studied sip of her gutsy barolo). the drab lining of another candidate was similarly an absolute deal-breaker, mila's claims that "it's fine, honestly" notwithstanding. I assume that "can we go yet?" and "where's the bathroom?" were simply mila's way of articulating her immense displeasure with the cut of the trouser and the offensively high gorge on the next two specimens, but she had disappeared from the store before I could confirm.

halifax demographics

friendlier, and with more beards.

shout-out to my girl

to mila, "am I too old for birthday shout-outs?"

happy birthday. not to worry, you are not yet too old for EV birthday shout-outs.

I am so ready to look at art

I sincerely hope the weather holds up for tonight's all-night art fest, because let's just say that I have got a killer all-night art fest look ready to go. and let's just say that it might involve some killer asymmetric hair.

choice voice

if I had a radio announcer voice I think I would choose the harvey's guy. deep and resonant, with a touch of restrained irreverence.