February 26th. Sincerity!

I have to say that after nearly two months of not writing, it was nice to see a comment or two from those people from far-away.

That started me thinking about positive comments, or positive reinforcement. A large part of my current job is building people up and giving/getting proper recognition for the things my "people" do. The very basic idea is that if people get the recognition at the end of what they're doing, it will spur them on to do more of the same. Pretty simple stuff. With volunteering, that can be a very important part of the deal. A little thanks can go a long way here or there, especially if that is all you are going to get. Whether it be your picture in the local newspaper, a pizza-night, or a thanks-for-doing-the-dishes-you're-doing-a-great-job sort of thing. It all adds up.

Where does it start to turn negative tho'? When do you think it starts becoming insincere? I have seen it from both sides now. Giving and getting positive feedback isn't all it's cracked up to be sometimes.

Aside from all of that thinking, who wants to kill people? I used to enjoy a game called "Black Death" where you played a plague trying to kill Europe. It was good stuff. Check out this flash game:

New Pandemic

That's it for now. Good times.

February 23rd. 117 Days to Go.

It takes me a long time just to count to 117, let alone having to count down 117 more days. Even the skip-a-few trick doesn't cut it.

The last couple of months have been pretty decent. We have seen and done many things in this small town of Manitoba. Everything from Salsa dancing to Francophone festivals to Winter survival (and the winter has not been an overly pleasant one. Survival is key to...surviving). If you throw a little craziness in here and there with the many other people surrounding me, you've got a good idea of what this life nutshell looks like (what type of nut tho'...I think I would want to be a cashew as they're my favourite).

The last leg of this adventure starts in the middle of next month. I am a little surprised to see it come. Is that a light at the end of the tunnel? Or a train coming on down the tracks?

I should be coming back to Saskatoon for the Junos at the beginning of April. I'm headed out to BC in April for a few days and then possibly back there for the summer. Who knows what the fall will bring. Another adventure? A new pet? A few lost teeth?

Maybe I'll write again soon.