Greetings. This is my home on the web, and of course as always I'm your host, Marty Anstey.
On this page, I present some interesting aspects of my life, as my interests
are numerous and varied. Of these, the most predominant are music,
programming, rocketry, weather and electronics.
In my finite leisure time I have been working hard on finishing up several unfinished
projects. This is primarily my search engine, a project that
dates back to 2001. I have also been working on some electronics projects; developing a low-cost
yet highly accurate weather station for use on the
Vancouver WeatherPage.
In 2001 I married my wonderful wife Joanne. Originally from Australia, Joanne moved to Vancouver after we had
sustained a timely and rather expensive long-distance relationship, a difficult feat. I have compiled some
thoughts and insight into the experience on a separate page.
I am also perpetually involved in numerous business projects;
the last major project I embarked upon involved my cousin Shone Anstey, which was a search engine and data services
company called iaNett.com, which went public and was sold
in 2001. Unfortunately, I didn't really make much money from that venture, but I certainly gained a great deal
of experience.
There is always so much going on in life and as such I have begun to chronicle my day-to-day adventures
in my online journal. Here you can find all the latest on what's
been happening with me over the past month or so; and it is here that I often detail my various projects as
I work on them.
Whenever I find some free time, I enjoy settling down with a good book. My all-time
favourite is The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame. As a result of
this, you will notice small excerpts of this publication scattered around the page.
This book is set with a seemingly innocent fairy-tale theme, though it provides deep insight into life
and friends and is well laid out in Kenneth Grahame's clever and imaginative literary style. Though I
have read this masterpiece countless times, I'll always have the desire to read it again and again;
revelling in the profound script as it unfolds from the innocent beginnings right through to the end,
leaving me wishing for more. Although a story of pure fantasy, it speaks volumes to the reader of
living life to the fullest.
And so, as this adventure unfolds, be sure to stop by on occasion and follow the saga that is, for now,
my life. As always, comments are always
welcome.
"On the walls hung wire baskets with ferns in them, alternating with brackets
carrying plaster statuary -- Garibaldi, and the infant Samuel, and Queen Victoria,
and other heroes of modern Italy. Down on one side of the forecourt ran a
skittle-alley, with benches along it and little wooden tables marked with rings
that hinted at beer-mugs. In the middle was a small round pond containing
gold-fish and surrounded by a cockle-shell border. Out of the centre of the
pond rose a fanciful erection clothed in more cockle-shells and topped by a
large silvered glass ball that reflected everything all wrong and had a very
pleasing effect."
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