WordCamp Montreal

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Great photo of this year’s gang: Jennifer, me, Carl, Andrea, and Alex. Photo by Jer Clarke: http://jerclarke.org/

In 2010, I went to my very first WordCamp. It was my first time going to an event like that: a conference on a subject which, at the time, I was just starting to delve into. I really enjoyed my experience that weekend; I met some great people, and learned a lot! The local community was just full of friendly and knowledgeable people, who were always enthusiastic about sharing their thoughts and ideas. At the time, most of the monhtly meetups were on topics that were pretty much over my head, but I enjoyed going to them anyways because I always ended up learning something, and the other people who came to them were also very nice and friendly.

So, I kept going to the events. I also went to WordCamp Montreal 2011, and also 2012. Now, for those who know me, I like organizing things. I really like organizing things. By things, I mean events, or outings, or get-togethers; I don’t mean my desk (I won’t show you a picture of it). At the afterparty in 2012, I had the great idea of approaching Jer, one of the organizers, and saying “Hey, I’d like to help with anything you need me for next year!”, and before I knew it, I was in! I’ve been on the organizing team for WordCamp Montreal since 2013 now (here’s 2014, 2015, 2016, and 2017). I’ve also been part of the team that organizes our local meetups too (here’s where you can sign up to find out about future WordPress Montreal events, on Meetup.com). And being part of the organizing team brought me, indirectly, to my current job at Automattic (the folks behind WordPress.com); being at the events, and helping where I could, got me noticed, and it certainly helped having it on my CV.

But, after 5 years of doing it, I decided earlier this year that I need a break. Running WordCamp, as well as the local WordPress community events, is a lot of work! We have a great team of organizers, but it’s still a lot that needs to be done. We actually start the preliminary booking for the WordCamp venue in November or so, as well as the hunt for sponsors. A lot of time and effort goes into our events, and I was starting to feel tired of always having to think of things for the meetups or WordCamp itself, and occasionally annoyed at minor details. So, before I found myself becoming bitter or burnt out, I decided that this year’s edition, 2017, would be my last as a WordCamp and Meetup organizer, for a year or two. We’ll see if I come back afterwards; I do like organizing things, so it might be hard to stay away for too long! However, it will also be nice to be able to go to WordCamp next summer as a pure attendee (though I may volunteer for a few hours). Not having that responsibility anymore just feels nice right now.

I was going to add some pictures from past WordCamps, but, I’m bad at taking pictures, so I only have some from 2013. So instead, go and have a look at some great ones that other people have taken:

https://www.flickr.com/groups/wpmtl/pool/

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Passing on the torch, ha! Another great picture by Jer Clarke: http://jerclarke.org/

 

Oh, and remember how I mentioned that I really like organizing things? Well, I’m in the early, preliminary planning stages of organizing another conference on something near and dear to my heart, and not WordPress-related, either! I’ll reveal the secret as soon as I’m ready to announce it. 🙂

Trees

A couple of weeks ago, there was a freak windstorm in Montreal. Winds reached speeds as high as 110km/h in short bursts in some parts of the city (mostly in NDG, but also in St-Henri and a few other parts). These high winds managed to bring down dozens of trees; one large park in NDG was practically ripped apart by the winds. You can see some pictures in this Montreal Gazette story, and in this CBC News story.

Luckily, no-one was hurt anywhere as far as I’m aware. Unluckily, the trees behind my building were some of the ones that took a beating. A mature silver maple broke in half: it’s top half cracked off and ended up precariously balanced against our back staircase. Another tree, which was already leaning a bit beforehand, toppled over completely, but for one thin trunk that stayed put. Other branches from other nearby trees also were broken and fell into the back yard. It created quite a mess.

When the landlord came and took a look, he decided that it was too dangerous to leave the maple trunk just balanced against the staircase, so with the help of a nieghbour, we pushed it down to the ground.

The next day, the tree pruners came to clean up the mess. All that greenery, gone.

Now, we no longer see a wall of green when out on our back balcony; instead, I can see all the neighbours. It’s also much sunnier (and hotter) on the balcony. It’s sad, but such is life. Maybe next summer we’ll plant a tree in the corner to replace the fallen one.

Tattoos

Antoine wanted a “tattoo” so I let them draw on each other with a pen. At first it was little things, but then Antoine wanted a big one. I am flabbergasted by Guillaume’s talent; he’s 7 years old! He did this by copying from a coloring book.

Water Polo

For the past 8 months or so, my oldest son has been part of an Intro to Water Polo class and team, offered by the local aquatic sports club, CASO (Club aquatique du Sud-Ouest). He’s been to weekly practices and several matches. In March, we went to matches that were part of Les Jeux de Montréal, and annual sport event for kids. The games were held in the Complexe sportif Claude-Robillard, where the water polo matches for the 1976 Olympics were held; that was pretty neat for me, since I’m an Olympics buff. Another time, we had a parents vs kids match, where the rules were, let’s say, a bit looser (there were definitely more than 5 players on each side!). That was fun, but it also made me realize how difficult it is to *not* touch the bottom of the pool!

Yesterday, we went to the final tournament of the season for the “Ligue des Pamplemousses” (Grapefruit League), the league of about 8 kids teams in the Montreal area. Antoine is in the Under 12 age category. Since his team was ranked in first place after the rest of the season, they skipped the quater-final round, and went straight to the semi-final, against the CDN-Chaos. What a match it was! Antoine defended really well, it was by far his best game of the season. Him and Number 8 from the opposing team were always together, each one defending very well, neither giving the other player an inch. Then, in the last period, Antoine scored a beauty of a goal. He swam with the ball, kept it out of reach from the defense, looked for someone to pass to, couldn’t find anyone, so instead, he shot to the top of the net, and in it went! Final score, 4-1 for CASO! On to the final gold-medal game of the season!

The final game was to be played against Laval. They had a strong-looking team; 11 players versus our 8 (so they were able to change players more often and keep everyone more refreshed), and one 12 year old who was a giant compared to the others; he looked like he was 15 or 16!

So, on to the game. It was a close battle, back and forth, back and forth. Several close calls, the ball hitting the crossbar, or sailing right over. At the end of the first two 5m25s periods (there are 4 periods total), the score was tied: 3-3 and then 5-5. Then in the 3rd period, disaster for the Laval team: the goalie, in trying to avoid a rushing attacker, put his hand too far back and ended up putting the ball in his own net. Goal for CASO! Laval battled back from that mistake, and the period finished with them ahead, 8-6. One period left!

By the start of the final period, you could tell that the kids on both sides were tired, but especially for CASO. Antoine told me that the kids on his team were more than nervous; they had only been in the lead once in the game, always battling back to tie it, but never able to get ahead. Could they actually tie the game again, and then take the lead when it counted?

More swimming back and forth, more missed chances on both sides. Then CASO got a penalty shot awared to them, and they scored! It was now a one goal game, 8-7. But not long after, Laval scored again. At this point, it should have been 9-7, but the person in charge of the electronic scoreboard made a mistake, and made it 8-8! The Laval parents in the stands got all excited, waving at the officials, trying to get them to see the error. Meanwhile, the kids kept playing; CASO scored! In all the confusion with the scoreboard I didn’t see how they scored, but all of a sudden it said 8-9 in CASO’s favour! Finally the officials noticed the error, and they fixed it. It was actually 9-8 for Laval. More furious battling, and then another penalty shot for CASO, 9-9! Then, with less than a minute to go, CASO went straight to the net, with their strongest swimmer going for it. Right then, with 36 seconds to go, Laval called a timeout. CASO’s momentum was stopped, but everyone got a chance to breathe. Laval changed their goalie at this point. When play started again, the CASO player hesitated and hesitated, before finally taking the shot with only 6 seconds left. The goalie made the save! Only a couple of seconds before we’d be going to overtime!

And then disaster struck again.

The new goalie for Laval reached back to throw the ball far down the pool, but… she reached back too far. The ball went into the net. And then, game over. CASO won!

When this happened, the Laval parents were in shock. They couldn’t believe what just happened. Stunned silence. For a second there I thought, no, the officials can’t let our team win that way, that’s a really shitty way to win. But I saw the Laval coaches react (one knocked over a chair). So did the officials. Everyone knew that she had actually put the ball in her own goal. It counted. It was over. The rules are the rules. If they hadn’t counted it as a goal, CASO could definitely have argued for it. The Laval players were devastated. A couple of them were crying when they walked away from the pool. The parents were still in shock, none of them believing what had just happened.

I thought a lot about this game yesterday and today. First and foremost, what a horrible way to lose a game. The kids on the losing team looked bitterly disappointed. I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad life experience to go through something like that. On the one hand, it’s just a game. Laval got their silver medals in a little ceremony afterwards. On the other hand, learning to deal with disappointment, adversity, and “bad luck”, is an important life skill. Hopefully, the cliché of “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger” holds true for these kids. Still, I couldn’t help but feel bad for them. The league does what it can to promote fair play, and teamwork, and just having fun while playing. But during the Jeux de Montréal, I saw matches that ended being 13-0 or 14-2, total blowouts. Those couldn’t have been fun for the kids on either side. This match was different, so unbelievably close throughout. CASO got a few lucky breaks, but then, so did Laval; crossbars and timeouts at just the right moment (not mention having more players) certainly helped them stay just one step ahead of CASO for most of the game. One thing’s for sure: no player on either team is (hopefully) going to make the same mistake again when it’s their turn in goal.

What a season it was. I never thought I’d get so excited watching kids play water polo (sorry for the lack of pictures, I was too into watching the game!), but the coaches of all teams really did an excellent job with their teams. You could see the progress that individual children made. The CASO coaches (Marin, Vincent, and all the others) always encouraged the kids, showed them how to improve their techniques, and were great all around. Bravo to CASO and all the other teams in La Ligue des Pamplemousses!

 

Coffee

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This past September, I went to Whistler, BC for a week, to participate in Automattic’s annual Grand Meetup. Since there were almost 500 of my colleagues coming together from all over the world, I decided that it would be fun to organize a coffee exchange. I brought over 2kg of Cuban coffee (in particular, the Cubita brand, which I enjoy very much as my go-to coffee). In exchange, I got coffee from all over!

Since then, I’ve been going through them; I haven’t even yet tried them all! My favorite so far though is probably the two Cervantes coffees, from Nicaragua and Vietnam. They’re from Springfield, VA. Unfortunately, I don’t remember who it was from, so whoever it was, thank you, and identify yourself in the comments!

And of course, thanks to all who participated in the exchange!

Privilege

I want to preface this by saying that I don’t have any deep thoughts, or solutions, or meaningful words of consolation, to offer to anyone reading this. But I’ve had these thoughts in my head all day, and I need to get them out.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been very, very liberal, or left-wing, or whatever label you want to give it, and proudly so. However, I’ve never given much thought to the privileged place I have in this world. Somehow, yesterday’s horrible electoral result has forced me to face that.

How am I privileged? I’m a white heterosexual male, educated, living in one of the richest and safest countries in the world: Canada. I don’t need to worry about being harassed when walking down the street, or deal with prejudice every day from people and institutions (including those in positions of power). I have relatively easy access to health and educational institutions and services, credit, employment, lodging, and everything that me and my family needs, no matter how imperfect these may be.

But what does this have to do with the election? Well, I realized today that I am very privileged indeed to be living in Canada. I have the luxury of saying that the election of that most despicable and vile man does not directly affect me, really. Of course, it likely will affect me in ways unforeseen, because of what may happen on the world stage with him and his ilk leading Canada’s neighbour, the world’s largest economy and military. Still, it doesn’t affect me directly. I won’t have a Supreme Court potentially taking away my rights. I won’t have my access to health and education taken away from me. I won’t have to explain to my children why we have an increasingly militarized police force (well, not to the same extent as in the US, anyway). If I wanted to, I could pretty much ignore everything that’s happening south of the border. And at least for the next little while, I will do just that, for my own sanity and mental well-being (dwelling on the result, and the reasons for the result, kept me awake for most of last night).

However, I have friends south of this border. Friends who are legitimately afraid of what this election will bring to them and their loved ones. Afraid of the coming policies that will undoubtedly affect them directly, and not just for the next 4 years, but for many more beyond. To all my friends who are rightfully worried and scared: I love you all dearly, and I’m sorry. Today, I was made aware that I have a privilege that they don’t: I can say, “I am not stepping foot in the US as long as that man is President.” They have to live there.

Transit maps for Giacomo

Last week, I got this message through my Mexico Metro site:

I am trying to obtain a map brochure of the train system for my autistic nephew’s birthday. He is very interested in public transportation, especially subways, and as a gift, I am collecting brochures of various transportation maps from around the world. If you could please mail a subway map brochure, it would be much appreciated. Thank you.

I’m going to look through my pile of papers and maps this weekend to see what I can find for her nephew, but I also sent her to the best person I know to get a wider audience for request: the Transit Maps blog. As I’d hoped, the great owner of that site, Cameron, came through:

He’s already gotten pledges for 17 different maps. Turns out that the nephew mentioned in the original message sent to me is a young boy named Giacomo who’s going to turn 9 soon. Let’s send him some maps! Go check out Cameron’s post to learn how you can contribute to making this little boy’s birthday a memorable one!