Observations From a Canadian Working In Detroit

Radio advertisements tend to have disclaimers at the end of them, where the announcer spews a book size run of words so fast it’s impossible to understand the content, like the small “print” in car advertisements in newspapers and magazines. It’s ridiculous. Stairs in office buildings have parabolic mirrors on the bottom floor, so people walking down can see if any wackos are hiding beneath the bottom stairwell. Women’s bathrooms

I’m Going To Detroit

I’m headed to Detroit tomorrow for two weeks. My employer is labelling me a “system architect”, as I’m helping to design a potential 25,000 hour software project. I’ve been there before, but this time I’ll try to take more interesting photos. I may not be able to update Steel White Table for a couple of days, depending on my schedule.

Traveling to San Diego, California

I maybe visiting San Diego for a week in September as part of my job. The farthest West or South I’ve been from Canada is Detroit, Michigan, so this will be exotic to me. I hope to have time to explore the area. Is there anything specific I should check out? The “essential” sites listed here don’t interest me; they would if my family was coming.

It Wasn’t Danny Schmidt

The hotel I stayed in last night at Southfield, Michigan has free breakfasts. As I entered its dining area this morning, I exchanged glances with a guy sitting at a table drinking coffee. My first thought was, “Holy shit, that looks like Danny Schmidt“. If you’re the regular reader of SWT (Hi, Phillip), you know who Danny is. So I get my orange juice and bowl of cereal (they were

Eating With The Blues

I ate at the Memphis Smoke for supper, where I had blackened catfish with creole rice, washing it down with a cold draft. As we were eating, a band unexpectedly went on stage. It was a competition held by the Detroit Blues Society, with five bands competing to go to the International Blues Challenge 2006 competition to be held in Memphis. The first band was all middle-age white guys. After