Now that both Catherine and I have Rogers Wireless Pay as you Go prepaid SIMs, it seemed like a good time to look at how much we’re spending each month, and whether it makes sense to move from pre-paid (flexible, maximum control, but hassle of topping up) to a monthly bill (less flexible, no top-up hassle, and may actually be cheaper). To this end, I logged on to the Rogers website and look at my last month of usage (which is all they make available). While they don’t have an export option on their report page, I was able to simply cut-and-paste the tabular text into Numbers on my Mac for further analysis; here’s what I learned:

• I spent $26.50 over the month:
  • $14.55 on 29 voice calls: 19 outgoing calls and 10 incoming calls; that’s roughly 35 minutes of “talk time” at my 40 cents/minute rate.
  • $11.95 on data (wifi-less situations where I needed to check email, generally — quickly mounts up at 5 cents/KB).
  • $1.65 on 11 outgoing SMS text messages.
• My most frequent voice calls were to Catherine on her mobile (twice) and at home (9 times). I also called 1-800-GOOG411 three times.
• I received 11 incoming SMS text messages, but Rogers doesn’t bill for those, so they didn’t cost me anything.
• The average cost of an outgoing call was 48 cents.

Over the same period, Catherine’s bill was $39.50. She doesn’t use data on her mobile, and she doesn’t send text messages: in other words she uses the phone as, well, a phone. And she talks more: the average cost of her outgoing calls was $1.12.

So, in the end, our combined monthly cost for mobile service was $66. Rogers has a “family plan” where 2 lines share 300 minutes a month for $35 total, which seems like a good alternative. Stay tuned.

Update: through the magic of wireless plan pricing voodoo, the so-called $35 family plan actually comes out to $49.90 per month before taxes, as they add on a $6.95 “system access fee” per phone, plus a 50 cent per phone 911 fee. But it’s still less than $66, and we would get to talk back and forth between the two phones an unlimited amount with no per-minute fee.

Catherine is, traditionally, in charge of keeping household appliances from freezing in our household. But during this bitterly cold snap she is away in Ontario, leaving me in charge. While normally a “trouble light” stuck inside the lower kitchen cupboard near the dishwasher will prevent freezing, I was afraid that a wind chill of -39 degrees would overpower this, and so I moved things up a notch:

I took a sealed electric space heater, stuck it in the corner where the dishwasher is, and shrouded the entire operation to keep more of the heat in. So far so good: it’s toasty-warm inside the cavern through which the dishwasher’s pipes run.

Kitchen usability is unfortunately somewhat reduced by this new setup, but I’m willing to pay that price.

As if their legal assault on our friends the Tweels wasn’t enough, this week multinational developer Homburg has added a mysterious new feature to its Fitzroy Street Skyscraper:

While the specific role of the new feature is unclear, the ruk.ca art department has come up with one possibility, an Employee Arrival Optimization Tunnel:

With the developer’s stated desire to squeeze every last square foot out of the property, it seems only logical to conclude that they would also seek methods to optimize the time of the employees who will one day work there.

I have been infected by both Steven and Deb in the 7 Things viral epidemic. I think this makes me the most popular blogger in the Charlottetown-Moncton corridor. I’m not sure if I should list 7 things or 14 things, or maybe 10.5 things. But here goes:

1. In the late 1980s I spent New Years Eve on the Dragonfly Commune outside of Bancroft. We slept in a bed that, if memory serves, was made out of saplings. It was not comfortable. Raccoon may have been consumed. I can’t recall if there was dancing under the moon, but it’s within the realm of possibility.
2. An article of mine on media was once published in a Christian Anarchist ‘zine; the pullout quote was: “What I can do is say, in a wholly metaphorical sense, ‘fuck you’ to the mainstream media and seize control of the culture I consume.” Plus c’est la même chose.
3. Amidst an impromptu dalliance slash vacation in the Caribbean I was dumped in favour of the Cuban saxophone player from the band at our resort. In reaction to this I started to smoke. But only for a week.
4. While necking with Catherine on the side of a highway near Kitchener in the early 1990s we were interrupted by the police. We tried to explain that we were “just checking the map.” I believe the phase “move along” may have been uttered.
5. During a long run of hitchhiking that lasted from the time I was 18 to the time I was 24, several times I promised to myself (and maybe to God) that if someone picked me up I would be the guy that, once he had a car, would always stop. I have not honoured this promise. I will go to hell.
6. I think Mandy Patinkin is a musical genius.
7. I stole a black magic marker from my grade 3 classroom.

I thence tag: Shawn Murphy, Dale Sorensen, Billy Amon, Rob Lantz, Mark Leggott, Joel Ives and Dave Cormier.

Once again I have been passed over for a Cabinet post. Just what is it that I’m doing wrong?

One of my favourite applications for my Nokia N95 mobile phone is Step Counter: it uses the accelerometer in the phone to detect every step I take and then displays information about when and how many steps I take each day.

When Step Counter is running on the phone, it looks like this:

Step Counter also keeps a diary of each day’s step activity, and provides several different ways for seeing this. For example, this graph shows the level of activity over the entire day:

I started the day walking Oliver to school (it was cold yesterday, hence our “intense” walking), then walked to Casa Mia where I stayed motionless until 9:30 a.m. I then walked back to the office, worked a tiny bit, walked to the bus for 10:00 a.m. and then walked to my class at UPEI. Class was over at 11:20 and I walked to the cafeteria, had a walking lunch, then took the bus down to the Royal Bank stop where I got off and did some more outdoor intense-style walking down to the Credit Union, and then back to the office. I was sedentary until about 1:30 when I walked home, drove Catherine to the airport, did some errands, then picked up Oliver. We got home about 3:00 p.m. and, as you can see, I didn’t do a lot of walking around after that.

Oprah says we should be walking 10,000 steps a day, and Step Counter lets you set a daily goal, and then see your progress toward meeting it. Yesterday I did 6,717 steps, and so got about two thirds of the way there:

Even though I took the car to pick up Oliver, it was a fairly typical day for me. Even after just a day of tracking things, it’s obvious (and of course should have been obvious to me even without gizmotic assistance) that I’ve got some nighttime motionlessness issues, mostly television-watching related. A nice after-supper walk and I wouldn’t have much trouble getting into Oprah territory.

I woke up this morning thinking that the news-feeds would be crackling with reports about how Christian Colson said fuck on the Golden Globes broadcast last night — his film Slumdog Millionaire won Best Picture, the last award of the night, and when “Wrap Up” came onto the teleprompter he uttered one of the seven words you can’t say on television.

Given that there’s almost no coverage of this, I’m wondering if, perhaps, nobody other than Canadians watching on the anything-goes CTV, actually heard him.

Any of you Americans in the readership watching last night?