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I found an alternative hosting platform today which will cost less than half of what I’m currently paying… and has all the features and more.

So I bit the bullet, and bought in.

While I was at it, I registered a new domain. This domain. I figure it’s about time I showcased myself and some of the things I’m capable of. So here we are.

I’m going to take some time to flesh this site out a little. It will change as my thoughts and ideas change. Should be fun. You’re welcome to enjoy the ride along with me. Let’s go forward together.

Elections: An Inside Story

The 2007 provincial election was a lot of fun for me. As we are rapidly approaching another election I thought an insight behind the scenes could be interesting. After being duly sworn in in August 2007, I and my IT Coordinator colleagues went through some intensive residential training before being released back into our respective communities. Shuffling back home with our 600 page manuals, we were tasked with managing the electoral database, computer systems, security, and the data entry teams for our respective Returning Offices. In my case, that meant the Welland Riding, at the Returning Office on Hagar Street.

Here are some bullet points.

Ontario is broken down into 107 Ridings, Welland being one. Multiply everything from here on by 107 and you begin to get some idea of the sheer scale of a provincial election. And Ontario is only one Province. Think Federal…

In Ontario alone the Electoral database contains over 8.3 million names, addresses and dates of birth. 82,537 of them lived at that time in the Welland Riding. Since the last election people have moved, died, married, divorced, and come of age. New streets and subdivisions have been built, demolished, renamed or merged. Boundaries have moved. All this needs adding, updating, verifying, and cross-checking. Electors then need to be allocated to polling stations and voting cards must be issued. 12 hours per day, 7 days per week, I and my team worked diligently for two months to get as much done as we could in that time and fix some of the problems we encountered. Data entry was a moving target, the forms change several times at each stage of an Election. They did extremely well and I was very proud of them. Thanks, guys.

I trained the management team and data entry staff on the computer systems, made sure everything was hooked up and kept working, monitored security and oversaw data entry, as well as verifying and reporting back to Elections Ontario, liaising with candidates and printing out the actual ballots. Beyond my scope, all field revision staff and more than 1000 polling day officials plus emergency standbys were trained in shifts, including weekends and evenings.

2007 Election Ballots ready to rollOver 70 venues played host to 283 polling stations. Leases must be signed for each. All need insurance. Furniture. Staff. Training manuals, ballot boxes, maps, direction signs, braille guides, magnifying lenses, sealing envelopes and stationery, toiletries…The simple truth is the logistics involved are phenomenal. From the first delivery truck to the last that collects everything for return to Toronto, this is one hell of a roller coaster ride.

Advance Polls were open at 7 locations for 13 days. Over 100,000 Ballots were secured in my locked office, one per Elector (you are not a Voter until you have actually voted). Every sequentially numbered piece of paper had to be signed and accounted for both in, out and on return to the building on Election Day. Times two: We had a referendum, so double the ballots. And don’t get me started on the amount of printing we did. Daily reports, internal memos, bulletins, candidate materials, Lists of Electors…not including what was farmed out locally. Two printers went through 7 cartridges between them and a small forest of paper.

If you wondered why you didn’t vote where you used to vote, here’s your reason. Elections Ontario Geography Division works year round to keep their maps up to date, right down to house and lot numbers for every street and road. Polling boundaries are allocated by population density. As population density changes, so do the boundaries. We aim for an optimal 350 electors at each polling station. That’s a manageable number for officials and venues, and you don’t have to queue around the block as you would if there were 3,500 instead. If a new condo or subdivision was built, that may get you bumped into the next polling station over, to balance the numbers as best we can. Balancing the numbers and allocating electors to polling stations was another job for my team and I. Blame me, I verified the data. I crunched the numbers. I allocated. I sent out the voting cards.

On Election Day everyone is at battle readiness. From 6:30 a.m. the polling stations are preparing. All are coordinated through the Returning Office and checked off on a screen as they announce they are ready to open the doors. We have teams of trained standbys on call to cover any last minute staffing problems: If we don’t have a full staff we cannot legally open the doors. Tension mounts as drivers are despatched to ferry replacement staff around the region as needed. Eventually, we have green lights across the board. We’re ready. And the doors open.

Calls come in throughout the day as issues arise. People go to the wrong polling station. Some are not on the voters list. Some live in Windsor but want to vote here. Some didn’t bring their voters card and have to be looked up in the huge Provincial electoral list printout which each polling station was issued with. Some didn’t even bring their ID and are turned away. Why? Because every year some people try to vote at multiple locations, and we’re ready for that, too. Everything has been prepared for, as much as humanly possible. The day winds on and we weather the storm, running on pure adrenaline. By the end, we’re all dead on our feet. But when the polls close, that is when it gets really interesting.

The ballot boxes are locked, tagged, and thrown into vehicles before everyone heads back to base at top speed. In case you ever wondered why it is called the Returning Office, now you know. All ballot boxes return here. The polling station staff can go home now, their work is done. Most, however, stay for the main event. The count.

Ballot box seals are confirmed untampered, then passed to waiting teams of ballot counters. Each ballot in each box is counted and results tallied and totalled. That box is passed to another team, and they recount it. If the numbers match, it is considered a good count and they go to the next box. If not, they do it again. And again, if necessary.

Once verified, the counts are passed to the Results Entry team that I hand-picked. Five individuals, their job is to enter these numbers to a database and cross-check until all polling stations and their counts are accounted for. We have our own dual-entry verification process, and I check the numbers myself for triple-redundancy. If the numbers add up, we move on. If not, we do it again. And again.

While we were collating the early counts I had to physically throw an over-inquisitive journalist out of my office. He was lucky I was in a good mood, I could have had him arrested. Literally. I considered it. The candidates representatives and every media outlet in the region were on the phones every few seconds. Everyone wanted an early indication of how things were going. The runners were dashing backwards and forwards with slips of paper. Ballot boxes and ballots were flying around like an explosion in a paper factory. The place was generally in quietly frantic uproar. Organized chaos.

Instead, I locked the office door and only let in the runners bringing me the results, after having given strict instructions not to speak to or even glance at any of the massed journalists. As fast as counts came in they were entered, checked and rechecked until all polling stations but one were accounted for: The ballot counters couldn’t agree and were on their fourth recount. And that’s fine. We want it to be right. And, eventually, it was. We were there until 1:30 a.m. before I could confirm the final results and pass them to the Returning Officer, who announced the initial results to the waiting media and assembled election workers.

The next day, per election rules, we did another recount to confirm the preliminary results. I am pleased to say they matched exactly, well done my team. The official results were announced at 1:00 p.m. that day and were co-signed into the history books by the Returning Officer and I. Peter Kormos had won by a clear margin.

Post-election clean up takes another couple of weeks, give or take. It involves taking all the issues encountered on Election Day (people who had died, immigrated, emigrated, married, moved or come of age during the election, for example) and updating the electoral database one final time before uploading it to Elections Ontario on Rolark Drive, a task which is done in every Riding across Ontario as the closing act of an election.

And then the trucks arrive. The furniture is returned first. Most of it was on loan or hired locally. The tables and chairs, the desks and kitchen equipment. The computer equipment goes into a specially built trunk, roughly ten feet by four by three. All the data entry workstations, the laptops, the printers, the cabling, the manuals, the network equipment. The equipment fills the trunk neatly: It was custom-built to fit neatly. The trunk is locked one last time by me, and the driver signs for trunk and key before all three go up the loading ramp together. All that equipment still contains software and confidential information which needs to be securely wiped when it gets back home.

But that is a job for someone else. My job is done. Time for me, too, to go home.

Another Busy Week

Our medical software division in New York are building a mobile interface for the electronic health record application we sell to hospitals and facilities across America.
I’m working with the development team on the user interface, designing for the app all the icons and other chrome that will be used.
It’s fun.
They need a library of unique and identifiable icons which can be used across various colour schemes, size ranges, and devices. That look modern and attractive without getting in the way, and which can be identified at a glance by first time users, while remaining attractive to long term users.
Of course, I nailed it first time. The draft icons I presented were approved at the first meeting and I started work on the rest of the icon libraries. I handed them off on Friday to the development team, who came back with only two words: Wow! Awesome!
I think I’m going to enjoy this project.

A Postcard Design

This is the front of a postcard I designed which landed in the mailboxes of healthcare providers across America recently.

On the rear of the postcard we launch a prize draw contest which is proving very successful, and which is generating a lot of interest in our field of industry and across our target audience  (which is why we did it, of course). It worked.

Just wanted to share the image. Because I like it. It is good. So there.

Front image for a postcard

Busy Week, Busy Weekend

This last week has been a little hectic.

In print, I finished a 6-page sales brochure, 2 product technical specification sheets, and a full page advert supporting a national U.S. fundraising campaign for a major healthcare provider client.

I wrote, and promoted via Twitter, LinkedIn, Google+ and Facebook, four in-depth blog articles for three separate medical software companies. I moderated an opinion poll, launched a national prize draw and sent over 10,000 marketing e-mails to assorted client lists advising upcoming attendances at various conferences and trade shows. Plus other stuff.

In my own time, I wrote a 7-page proposal outlining my recommendations for best next-steps for our group of eight companies, in terms of web site modifications and development, and budgeting for the year ahead.

After I did that, on the way home on Friday I recorded some video for my YouTube channel.

This particular video has a serious theme surrounding mental illness (not mine, you witty person) and may prove unsettling for some: you have been warned. The next day, today, I recorded another, shorter, bounce-back video which discusses some upgrades I have planned for the community newspaper I co-publish.

Both videos were uploaded today and both are in my Thoughts From A Car series, which I hope to maintain on a more regular basis now that I have developed a workflow which allows me to output consistently at a high rate of production. Hope you like them.

I think I may just stop and have a little rest now. Then, on to the gystservices.com site to add some more photo galleries and change things up a little. If I don’t fall asleep first, that is.

The best thing about doing what I do is that I can jump right in and completely redesign everything in minutes, from video to web site to blog to print ads to…well. You get the idea. When inspiration hits me, I don’t stop until I’m finished. And that reminds me. I should change up the ads I’m running on the newspaper site. Something new. Something…ah. Yes. I know the very thing. Time to get started…

3D Goodness For My Desk!

I was just handed a coaster for my cups. Doesn’t sound exciting, right? But this coaster is special. I made it. Well, I made the 3D template the 3D printer used to make it.

It’s a single face of the design we call Rubik, a 3D cube I created in Photoshop to advertise our New York medical software division. Rubik has popped up in print, excelled on e-mail campaigns, vroomed animatedly on video and stood proud on 10′ by 10′ stands at trade shows.

I have flipped open her lid so I could put things inside her, including a jack-in-the-box. We put lights inside her like a pumpkin and I even took out a wall so I could park a car inside her. As you can see, she is very versatile. She is the face of our Google Plus page.

And now, she’s sitting on my desk holding my cup. I think that’s pretty durn cool.

SigCube

 

Need glasses

Well, at the ripe old age of 51 I am reluctantly forced to face the inevitable. My eyesight is not what it used to be.
At the age of twelve I could see power lines on the horizon. At the age of twenty one I could see the threads on shirts from across the room. By thirty I needed to be at arms length to do that.
By the time I was forty I had bigger concerns and ignored the steady decline that the years impose on us all.
To the present day. I type this at the bar. I cannot clearly see the keyboard I am typing on. I wish I could blame the beer. But I can’t.
I can still read a license plate from a hundred feet but the truth I don’t want to face is that I sometimes have trouble reading my phone. I have reading spectacles I picked up from the local drug store. I don’t want to wear them, and I kid myself I don’t really need them. But I do.
Perhaps this is natures way of hiding the wrinkles from me when I look in the mirror.
Bugger.

Congratulations to the Bride and Groom

On Saturday March 8th, 2014, at 3:30 pm or thereabouts, at the Sheraton Four Points Hotel in London, Ontario, my nephew Nicholas James Green married Elysia Margaret Chopra.

The edible Nikki and I were in attendance, of course, and both enjoyed the festivities immensely. From the pre-wedding drinkies at the hotel bar to the farewells and closing ceremonies, coincidentally also at the hotel bar, the event went without any noticeable hitches, so I am glad to say that I lost that bet with myself, and I owe me $10. No punches, no fights, no hair pulling or hurling of drinks. No inappropriate pairings of tipsy guests. No exuberant dancing on tables leading to accidental injury. No singing of songs to make your grandmother blush. Actually, from that perspective it was quite boring, as weddings in our family go. Which is to say that in every other perspective it went exactly as it should have.

The ceremony was flawless. Bride and groom both glowed, particularly the groom, oddly enough. The usual components were in place: Top table, speeches, first dance, food and drink aplenty. It was a very nice day. Nikki and I wish to thank the parents of the bride, Pawam and Elaine Chopra, for their invitations and their hospitality. It was a pleasure to meet them both, as we welcomed their daughter into our family.

The photographer had a moment of panic when the camera in use announced it was full, just as the Father – Daughter dance started. The extra memory card they brought was not in their pocket, but back in the hotel room. As the nearest sober guest with a decent camera I was dragged up to take emergency photos and I was happy to oblige. I did get some rather fine shots on the day, including the one you see here.

Due to a hitch with the actual wedding ring it was not ready in time, so for the ceremony a different ring was used. During the reception the real ring arrived. This photo is the moment when the real ring was finally placed onto the finger of the bride by her groom, on the right hand in Indian style.

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The cash bar at the ceremony didn’t have draft beer, so Nikki and I spent half the day running downstairs to the main bar, where they did have draft beer. If any other guests noticed our absences, we were unaware. It was commented at one point that we had been gone for over an hour. We did not notice the time passing as we took the party with us and everybody was deep in conversation. Certainly the bride and groom were too busy socializing to notice, though the way they looked at each other you would think they were the only two in the room.

It only now occurs to me that during those downstairs absences we may have missed some of those traditional wedding calamities listed above.  Bum.

Without further ado, on to the main point of this blog post: Here’s to Mr. and Mrs. Nicholas Green.

Congratulations!

A time to unwind

Stopped by the mall to check out the Apple store, which unsurprisingly held no surprises in terms of product or prices.
So here I am, tapping away while sitting in the London Arms, nursing a pint of Boddingtons after a highly forgettable day at work.
I find myself thinking, this is just no fun without my Nikki. She’s working for at least another two hours, so I guess I’m going to finish the one beer and head on home.
What shall I do when I get there? Work on some photos or watch YouTube? Decisions, decisions.

I Shall Return

Some of you out there in the Interworld ether will recall a time when GYST 4 FUN was the place to be in Port Colborne. G4F was my Internet cafe and LAN centre.

steamWith 25 networked computers running the best multi-player games of the day, GYST 4 FUN was a safe, secure place to hang out, relax, and beat up on some pixels mano a mano against your friends. While waiting for your turn you could shoot some pool or just listen to some music and relax. Some girls grew into great pool sharks just waiting for their guys to leave.

It was a level playing field, everyone used matching equipment. That was the rule. So only the quick and the fast survived the deathmatches. Many grudges were settled and many kings both crowned and decapitated. From Unreal Tournament to Counter-Strike, Team Fortress and Half-Life Deathmatch, much fun was had, with yelling and laughing and the occasional temper tantrum. Alex Zimmer, though you were clearly a much better player, I still vividly recall the satisfaction I took from sneaking up behind you and beating you around the head with a toilet bowl I ripped off the wall. You taught me a new word that day. Ah, happy, cathartic days.

At that time, I had the biggest following in Niagara, and the web site was a thriving community of members arranging to meet up and play. On that site, I ran a blog. As a good little techie, I still have those posts in a database. I am thinking of digging through that database and reposting some of the more interesting entries, soon, just for fun. I should say, Gyst 4 Fun.

Let me know if you like the idea.