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The world is funny.

Need furniture? Come to Queen and Parliament

Not only is Queen and Parliament the intersection to buy pizza at, but it seems our corner’s concentration of furniture stores is rising.

Arabesque, the carpet store we live above, seems to have closed. The showroom is now full of furniture.

So now, there’s Marty Millionaire, Gen-cor, and this new place, all within spitting distance of each other.

How to download old This American Life episodes as MP3s

Once upon a time, you could download old episodes of This American Life by grabbing MP3 file locations from the M3U files posted on their website. The MP3 files lived here:

http://audio.wbez.org/tal/SHOWNUMBER.mp3

But that stopped working.

These days, though you can still listen to TAL archives, downloading them has become a bit trickier because the shows are hidden behind a flash player. But, that flash player is still pointing to an actual downloadable MP3, and Christopher Soghoian has figured out where they live:

http://audio.thisamericanlife.org/jomamashouse/ismymamashouse/SHOWNUMBER.mp3

Come on… that directory structure is pretty hilarious.

Replace SHOWNUMBER with the episode number (338 for example), and you’re good to go.

If you download and enjoy This American Life, you really should donate.

Excellent t-shirts I have recently received as gifts, part 2

Knowing my affinity for mesh networking, Tristan had this shirt made for me as a birthday gift this year.

Fun fact: Tristan had this shirt made at LogoMagik across the street from me. A few months ago, when I emailed LogoMagik to see if they were interesting in joining my mesh network thing, they didn’t reply.

Excellent t-shirts I have recently received as gifts, part 1

Last month, Jenna and I had a big party in her parents backyard to celebrate getting married. My pal Tom was kind enough to bring along his PA system so we could play music outdoors. In order to get everything set up before the party, Tom and his wife Jhoan arrived before all the other guests.

We got the PA set up, cracked open a beer (the keg had not yet been tapped), and Tom said, “We have something for you, and you have to open it now.” Then he handed me a shirt with my wife’s name on the chest.

He claims they didn’t have it made. According to their story, Jhoan just happened to find this shirt as is at Winners one day. How odd. And wonderful.

As we continued to party weeks later in Toronto and Halifax, this shirt became part of my default “OK, I’m done wearing a suit” change of clothes.

Seriously? Would you believe this is off the rack? From Winners, no less?