Sat
20
Mar
2010

ReboundTAG: Product Review

I’m no stranger to lost luggage so before I left for Canada I agreed (via the good folks at FMB) to review ReboundTAG, a microchip bag tag. Fortunately for me, my suitcase was not lost on this trip. Unfortunately for this review, my suitcase was not lost on this trip.

Lost Luggage by lopolis on Flickr

I received my ReboundTAG when I arrived in Calgary and tore open the instruction package. According to the company information sheet:

The patent-pending ReboundTAG Microchip Luggage Tab is a permanent, robust RFID tag [...] with a barcode and human readable ID number.  … We use a patented military-grade encapsulation to insure robustness [...] and a second microchip that allows RFID-enabled airports to automatically encode their own flight data onto the tags.”

The tag itself is definitely robust.  So robust, in fact, that I had a difficult time opening the twisty thing that allows you to attach the tag to your luggage.  But this is less a criticism of the product and more a harsh reality for arthritic hands.

For some reason my instinctive reaction was to hide the tag, to keep it private from prying public eyes.  But after some logical analysis* I realized that it was safer than my normal bag tag which contains my personal contact information.  In fact, ReboundTAG allows you to remain anonymous; which means that airlines will not be able to see your details and will only be able to send you messages through the ReboundTAG system. I also think the price is reasonable (£19.99 for a 3-year membership) with family and corporate discounts.

The website (www.reboundtag.com) is basic but functional.  Tag holders log into the Members Area to record personal details, tag status, register tags, purchase tags and enter travel itinerary.  Finders of lost luggage use the website to report found luggage and to contact the tag owner. Of course, this assumes that everyone has access to the internet and will make the effort to report your found luggage.

Had my luggage been lost, it would have been interesting to test the ReboundTAG system. In theory, it sounds fantastic. It’s kind of like drawing up a business contract for custom software.  You do it in the hopes that you’ll never need it.  But if things go wrong, you’ll be thankful that you did.

* No spreadsheets were harmed during the analysis of this product.

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PS: Muito obrigada to Alice, Penfold, daisyfae, Esta(!), Daddy P and KPX for their comments on A Rocky Mountain Afternoon.

Mon
15
Mar
2010

A Rocky Mountain Afternoon

You can take the girl out of Alberta but you can’t take Alberta out of the girl.  In the last ten days I’ve spent quality time with Daddy Bravo and taught him how to use his new computer. I’ve caught up with family friends and eaten the best filet mignon you could ever imagine. I’ve shared sushi, good memories and laughed my head off with old friends.

It only seemed fitting that I should spend my last day on a short road trip to one of my favourite spots in Western Canada. Built in 1887, the Banff Springs has been a luxurious playground for the rich and famous as well as the ordinary tourist. There’s something so indescribably decadent about sipping wine in the heart of the Rocky Mountains. It’s just plain gorgeous.

Banff Springs Hotel by Jim Nix on Flickr

I’m looking forward to going home to Portugal tomorrow, I miss Penfold something fierce. But there will always be a tiny place in my heart for Alberta.

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PS: Obrigada to ShannonDaddy P, Penfold, KPX and daisyfae for their comments on Hockey Night in Cabril.

Thu
11
Mar
2010

Hockey Night in Cabril

In the last week it feels like I’ve gone from the Dark Ages to the Ice Age.

Xynthia came storming through Europe and made a huge mess of Central Portugal before wreaking havoc in France.   We lost electricity early Friday morning and were plunged into life without power for five challenging days.  While Papersurfer Jr anxiously waited to skateboard on the X-Box I fretted about our food-filled freezer. After two days of jigsaw puzzles, Lego and Scrabble the novelty wore off and we spent the next few days stacking firewood in the barn, clearing trees from our track and alternately cursing EDP (Energias de Portugal).

By the grace of the hockey gods, generous friends let us borrow their generator just in time for the final Canada-US game. It was 7:40 into overtime and we sat on the edge of our seats, fingers crossed that the generator wouldn’t run out of petrol. When Sidney Crosby scored one of the biggest goals in Canadian hockey history I thought I would burst with pride. Gold medal celebrations kept powerless spirits up in Cabril while I packed my suitcase by candlelight.

EDP finally showed up a few days later and our power was restored but telephone and internet remained out of reach. I reluctantly left Portugal and a mere 23 hours later I arrived in Calgary, the land of ice and snow. This city keeps growing and new buildings appear every time I visit but it’s still the same urban sophistication and warm western hospitality that I remember from my childhood.

True Patriot Love by Brendan Lynch

But something has happened here in my home and native land. The air may be frosty but the hearts of Canadians are glowing. The 2010 Winter Olympics changed something. No longer shy or reluctant about feeling patriotic, I finally see the Canadian flag waving with incredible pride.  As a nation I think we have always been proud to be Canadian, but somehow it’s more than that. It’s louder without being obnoxious. It’s more visible without being in-your-face.

I may no longer call this country my home but I will always carry its true patriot love.*

After all … I. am. CANADIAN.

* For the record, I am totally okay with the rest of the lyrics and have never been offended or felt excluded by all thy sons command.  I suspect Parliament probably has more pressing issues than exploring gender-neutral wording …

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PS: Thank you and merci to Daddy P, Penfold, Emma, Web-Betty, and daisyfae for their comments on Papersurfer: Now in Print! And a special thanks to everyone who bought a copy of Penfold’s book!

PPS: And obrigada to Esta, who reads this blog faithfully even though he never leaves a comment … ;-)

Thu
18
Feb
2010

Papersurfer: Now in Print!

If you haven’t already read about it here, Penfold’s first book has been published! Champagne corks have been popping all over Cabril (well, actually it was more like two cups of warm tea with honey). But we’ve been celebrating wildly and we hope you’ll join us.

Papersurfer: Diary of a middle aged surfer – age 38 and a half is written and illustrated entirely by Penfold. If you’ve ever spent an afternoon with this surfer stuck in the moutains of Portugal you’ll know he’s really very funny. I think the book captures his sense of humour brilliantly.

Some surfers are real men. They put their lives on the line every day in search of the ultimate wave. Jaws, Mavericks, Teahupoo – these are the waves that take names. Heaving tons of water pushed by storm and moon to create a thundering wall that only the true hero can ride.

You are not this man.

A portion of proceeds from the book will be going to Sri Lanka with Paddle4relief to help forgotten victims of the 2004 Tsunami. We met Tim Tanton, founder of P4R, on our trip to A-Bay in 2008, and continue to be amazed by his creative dedication and motivation to help.

If you want to help Tim make a difference in Sri Lanka and if you want to make Penfold‘s day (and yours), please buy the book. If you really want to make everyone’s day, read the book and review it on your blog. It’s available here in print or electronic copy from Lulu.com.

Thanks for your support and happy reading!

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PS: Muito obrigada to daisyfae, Daddy P, SCWInkStinkypaw, KPX, and surftwin for their comments on Tango Bravo’s Day Off. And special thanks to everyone who voted for AtomicdogmA.com on bab.la’s Top 100 International Exchange and Experience Blogs 2010. I limped in at a respectable rank of 47 …

Sat
13
Feb
2010

Tango Bravo’s Day Off

Yesterday marked the anniversary of Tango arriving on this earth (also known as Lincoln’s Birthday). With the exception of last year’s big one, the event is generally regarded as a low-key celebration. Penfold, in his intuitively loverly ways, celebrated the day with me exploring things and places I love.

O fadista by Punk Jazz on Flickr

Eating our tostas mistas and sipping wine in the afternoon, we drank in the sights and sounds of my favourite café in the city. Not a coffee bar where people line up for ages to order non-fat skinny foamless mochaccinos in paper cups and breakfast sandwiches à la McMuffin. This place is so much more than that. It’s a place where students philosophize, where waiters wear red vests and walk carefully to avoid china crashing onto the marble floor, where men earnestly wear chunky-framed glasses and black turtlenecks, a place where they sing Fado in the February evening. Café Santa Cruz is a slow trip back in time, a glimpse into the historical Portugal I adore.

Obrigadinha Penfold, for a perfect day.

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PS: And muito obrigada to AliceDaddy P, daisyfae, Stinkypaw, Penfold and surftwin for their comments on Penfold & Tango: Um Ano em Cabril.

Mon
8
Feb
2010

Penfold & Tango: Um Ano em Cabril

Many of you already know the story of Penfold & Tango (you can read most of it from Tango’s perspective starting from about here). If you remember, it began as Operation Beige-Free.

When Penfold asked me to live with him in the hills of Central Portugal and I agreed, most everyone I knew thought I was crazy. And most everyone was worried and concerned but quietly excited for what a ridiculous adventure this could be.

So far the adventure has been amazing in wonderful and unexpected ways. At the risk of being smooshy, we decided to put together a collection of photographs to remember our first year in Cabril.

Um Ano em Cabril

Um Ano em Cabril

It’s called Um Ano em Cabril (A Year in Cabril) and it’s available as a series of blank cards at tangoNovemberbravo.com. Let us know what you think!

I do hope djbeat will be happy to see a smattering of beige …

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PS: Muito obrigada to Daddy P and daisyfae for their votes and comments on Vote for Tango.

Wed
3
Feb
2010

Vote for Tango

I have no idea how it happened but AtomicdogmA.com has been nominated for IX10 (The Top 100 International Exchange and Experience Blogs 2010) brought to you by the good folks at bab.la and Lexiophiles. (How do you say w00t in Portuguese?)

We’ve been looking for the top 100 blogs that presents us with the joys, difficulties and adventures of living abroad. What it is like to spend a year, a semester or any time at all studying or working in a foreign country? What are the pros and cons? Is it worth trying?

Well if you’ve been following this blog at all, you’ll know that living abroad comes with completely random joys, difficulties and adventures. Some are worth writing about, some are not (some day I’ll know which is which).

Is it worth trying? Hell, yes!

Voting for IX10 goes from Feb 1st to Feb 14th and you can cast your vote here.  Judging from the tally results so far, I need as many votes as I can get!

IX10 - Vote for this Blog

Vote for Pedro Tango.

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PS: Muito obrigada to Daddy P, daisyfaePriscilla and Penfold for their comments on 1 Hour of Play.

Sun
31
Jan
2010

chick<8000clicks>chick: 1 Hour of Play

If Plato were alive today he could add matchmaking mogul to his list of achievements.

Put aside his important philosophical dialogues, his studies of logic, mathematics and rhetoric. Never mind his intense musings with teacher Socrates or his stern lectures to student Aristotle. Plato knew something far more valuable.  He supplied us with a basic truth about humankind.

You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.”

But somewhere over the centuries we got confused. We began to analyze our illogical behaviours, our irrational desires for chick flicks and chocolate. We went to great lengths to find good research, sometimes going as far as Mars or Venus. We developed complicated online surveys to quantify and locate our perfect soulmates. We invented speed dating, blind dating, pub dating and lunch dating. Essentially we took all the fun out of what should be the most spontaneous wonder; we made finding human connection the ultimate goal.

uma hora do jogo ~ one hour of play

uma hora do jogo ~ one hour of play

This week’s chick<8000clicks>chick is all about capturing that one hour of play. I’m grooving to the tunes of DJ Penfold in Disco@Cabril on the left while djbeat is in Vancouver listening to sweet tones of ‘The Big Hungry Bear’ on the right.

Plato knew that play dates aren’t just for kids.

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PS: Obrigadinha to Daddy P, djbeat, 70steendaisyfae, Penfold, Sue, St JudeKPX, Emma and Priscilla for their comments on It’s Not Quite a Jaguar.

Sat
23
Jan
2010

It’s Not Quite a Jaguar

I’ve never been without a car since I was 16 years old. Living without my own form of transportation was unthinkable; driving represented freedom and independence. A transportation snob through and through, I experienced public transit when necessary but never by choice. I’ve always been happiest behind the wheel, whether for a short drive or for a marathon road trip.

Then I moved to Portugal. Sem rodas. And I’ve been without my own form of transportation ever since. I’ve learned to live without the convenience of my own wheels, to rely on others for rides, to experience immobilization and to genuinely appreciate the freedom I no longer had.

Citroën in Cabril

Citroën Love

After months of research I learned about the outrageously slow rate of depreciation and unfairly sky-high import duty for automobiles in Portugal. I made spreadsheets and charts and finally, after excruciating analysis and indecision, I did it. Earlier this week I brought home my new (to me) car. It is tiny, unglamorous, overpriced and even a little bit ugly.

I’ve never loved a car quite so much.

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PS: Muito obrigada to Penfold, daisyfae, Alice, Jen, djbeat, and KPX for their comments on Blue Monday 2010.

Mon
18
Jan
2010

Blue Monday 2010

Today is allegedly the most depressing day of the year.

where W = weather, d = debt, T = time since Christmas, Q = time since failing our new year’s resolutions, M = low motivational levels and Na = the feeling of a need to take action (D is not defined).

Factors contributing to segunda-feira azul in Cabril are as follows:

  • my fingers are like bratwurst sausages from rheumatoid arthritis brought on by too much knitting (once considered impossible since I have not progressed beyond the maturity of a 20-year-old);
  • we still have no telephone line after three weeks;
  • the sky is still grey;
  • the ground is still mucky; and
  • Penfold‘s sinus cavities are still mucky.

But enough is enough! We are breaking our state of hibernation!

Roof Tiles

Penfold has just begun to tackle the barn roof, making way for a rush of productivity and progress. It’s time to get back to work, to achieve a few goals, to finally get this year started!

Goodbye gloomy days of winter, this may be Blue Monday but I see nothing but blue skies ahead …

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PS: Obrigada to DaddyPdaisyfae, SueStinkypaw, St Jude, surftwin, Penfold and KPX for their comments on Hibernation.

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