The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
A bunch of pictures from university days:
– the crappy student flat I shared with Seb on Edouard-Montpetit
– the cockroach motel on Aylmer, in the McGill Ghetto
– the flat I shared with Michel on St-Marc
– a bunch of pictures from Alex’s birthday before he moved to NY
– the party flat on Willowdale… oh the memories
and some others that I don’t remember :)
I have a box with a ton of old photos. I’ll be posting stuff once I can get them organized. These are a bunch of old photos from high school/cegep days. God, we were young and carefree… or at least had a different (and simpler) set of cares.
I found a bunch of old photos of my grad school lab days. Good times, bad times. The lab went to Mont St-Hilaire for a weekend retreat with a collaborating lab once. 8am to 6pm, hardcore science talks. 6:01pm to midnight, hardcore drinking. 12:01am to 6am, preparing the following day’s talks…
Trying to drill holes through pre-hardened steel led to epic failure. The drill wasn’t doing anything. I’d managed to get a hole through by punching a screw and was trying various ways to widen the hole. After breaking yet another drill bit, we tried a brute force approach involving the screw, a block of wood and the vice. It seemed to be working, then we heard the dreaded p-ting noise… So… Plan B.