Sunday, December 2, 2012
Adding that to my general malaise these days, and i've got nothing more to say. I'm getting into hibernation mode, the sun sets before I leave work and by 8pm i'm ready to crawl into bed.
I'll likely keep writing, but have no idea when.
Hasta Luego Amigos.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Last Tuesday I got up and walked to work. As I sat at my desk, I nearly passed out from the neck pain. I sent a quick email to my boss saying that I'd shown up (she's a late starter), but was leaving.
I went to a local walk-in clinic and saw a really helpful doctor. He prodded and pressed at my back, neck, and shoulders, coming up with a diagnosis quickly.
The ER doctor at St. Mike's ignored my neck injury, focussing on my brain. The neurologist ignored my neck injury, focussing on my brain. The clinic doctor diagnosed whiplash. I had been walking around in ridiculous pain for 12 days with untreated WHIPLASH! He sent me to an Xray clinic, just to be sure that there was no spinal damage. He also gave me a prescription for some anti-inflamatories. As the inflamation decreased, so would the pain. When I asked about mobility, he agreed that I should stay home for the week and move as little as possible. Taking the strain off my head and neck would speed up the recovery.
So I took the week off and have been lying in bed (and on the couch) watching endless (and mindless) TV.
I had plans. I meant to read the "leadership skills" ebook that I bought in preparation for an upcoming job interview. I meant to update my resume in preparation for the interview. I meant to study for my one remaining sailing exam. Did I do any of these? Nope. Instead I became extremely lethargic and did nothing.
It might have been the right decision - i'm feeling pretty good and will be going back to work tomorrow. I have to - getting Short Term Disability coverage for this will be nearly impossible. According to my insurance company, I have to be off 10 days before eligibility. When I asked the clinic doctor about filling out any necessary forms, he told me that the neurologist would be more suitable and he wouldn't. Also, he suggested I take the week off, not two. Why would the neurologist be involved with my neck??? Utter bs. Besides, gambling 10 days' pay on the off chance that a ton of effort might get me covered? That's too big of a gamble, and I wish I'd known the requirements before the injury. I feel like my company is stealing from me. I've been told for years that there's this safety net. And perhaps it's there with a longer term injury that's more obvious. However, for neck injury that heals quickly WITH ABSENCE FROM WORK, there's nothing to help.
Overall I'm pretty positive. I'm getting better and that's what is most important.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Last Friday I had the mother(f**ker) of all seizures. I’ve been having them for about 20 years, and the doctors can’t find the cause. It’s not epilepsy, but that’s about all they can tell me. There are certain triggers, like marijuana or strobe lights, so I avoid those. But sometimes they happen for no apparent reason. Either from age or better health, they’ve been rare in the last decade. After enduring a few annually, I’ve probably had 2 or 3 in the last 10 years. The last seizure was in December of 2008.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
The surprise of the evening: The cats don't seem to care about the fish. They've both sat at the aquarium and watched them swim, but after a couple of minutes they get bored and walk away. No pawing, tank-climbing, meowing, or anything. Just a 'huh, weird, don't care'.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
The Moth: “Grudge story-slam” - Competitive storytelling? AWESOME.
Breakfast at Bloom’s Diner – adequate breakfast
Escorted bike-ride through Central Park – Beautiful park, lots of history, a great time.
Museum of Arts & Design – Crappy art and no design. Waste of time.
Lunch in Central Park - Relaxing
Guggenheim Museum – A letdown. The rotunda was closed, and the rest of the exhibits were artists we didn’t particularly like.
FAO Schwartz/ FAO Schweetz – Giant toy store and candy shop? Cool.
Broadway: “The Book Of Mormon” - Hilarious
Connolly’s Pub – Pub dinner. Beer and meat. What else would you expect?
Observation Deck of The Rockefeller Center after dark. - No lineups at 11pm, beautiful views of Manhattan and Central Park.
Breakfast at Cipriani’s – cheap diner breakfast, okay.
Museum of Modern Art – Not bad, but I really expected more from the MoMA, I’m just not sure what.
OldCastle Irish Pub – crap food, but the beer was good.
Museum of Sex – Boring. I don’t care about the American “shock value.” I live in urban Toronto, Canada, where most of this stuff is pretty commonplace. The political and historical significance of sex would have made for a much more interesting afternoon.
Show: “Sleep No More,” McKittrick Hotel – Not bad. Not as creepy as I’d expected, but a great endeavor nonetheless.
Metropolitan Museum of Art – My favourite. Next time we go to NYC, we’re spending a full day here.
The American Museum of Natural History. - Not bad. The gallery of musical instruments was really entertaining.
Walk the "High Line" elevated park. – Nice. It’s a park.
Tortilla Flats – Crap food. I’ve never had BAKED beans and no cheese with a burrito. Beer was good.
Shearwater Cruise through New York Harbour – Fun, we got great views of the city and the Statue of Liberty. Big waves too. My sailor geekness kicked in when they started the motor instead of trimming the sails properly…
Observation Deck at the Empire State Building – was foggy, we didn’t get to see anything.
Walk across the Brooklyn Bridge – Beautiful day, beautiful views.
Lunch at reBar in DUMBO – Great pub, and the neighbourhood has really gentrified since I worked there 11 years ago.
Walk across the Manhattan Bridge – Nice views, but not as nice as the Brooklyn Bridge – the subway trains raced by a couple of feet from our heads so it was really loud.
New Museum of Contemporary Art – had a great exhibit on Bowery artists from 1969-1989, when the artists were really synched with the punk bands from the scene. LOVED it.
Broadway: “Grace” – Hilarous: Ed Asner, Paul Rudd, Michael Shannon, and Kate Arrington
Broadway Joe’s Steakhouse – was okay. We were surprised that so many of the restaurants around Times Square shut down at 11 on a Friday night.
Breakfast at Smitty’s Diner – greasy diner breakfast. Yum.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
The Toronto Star confirms that friends and family agreed that Mr. Prajapati was on the hook for stolen fuel.
It's the same policy as when I worked for Esso and Petro Canada: If you can't get the license plate and file a police report, it's the attendant's responsibility. Of course that's not an official policy, but that's the way it is for now. With a minimum-wage job, you're never more than a paycheque away from being broke. You have a hard time finding other "unskilled labour," and essentially have to take it on the chin. And that's why I, like Mr. Prajapati, tried to stop the thief. Or perhaps he was trying to get a good view of the license plate number. Either way, he died protecting a much-needed paycheque that he had earned. Money that was needed to support his family.
My sympathies go out to his family, and I hope this piece of shit thief/ murderer gets what's coming to him.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Suddenly the grey car jerked into motion, cutting off vehicles approaching the intersection. It completed its U-turn in front of a “beauty spa” as another similar car approached from the opposite direction. The screetched to a stop nose-to-nose maybe a foot apart. At the same time, I saw a handful of people rushing towards the spa, all with Kevlar vests bulging at their collars.
A large black woman was watching from the bus stop across the street, and I rode right past her as she was speaking into something on her wrist describing what was happening.
I kept riding through the intersection and on my route to work. I kinda wanted to stay and watch the action, but have learned to just keeeeeep on going. I’m curious to see what the news sites say.
These are the things that I love about city life. You don't usually get this random excitement in the 'burbs.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
We set out, 10 boats, in reasonable wind. Slowly through the first half of the race, the wind diminished.
As we set into the fourth and final leg, the wind finally gave up and died. For around 15-20 minutes we bobbed, unable to move. There were five of us that still hadn’t finished, and we were all bobbing helplessly about 100m from the finish line. We were sitting frustrated, dreaming of the cold beer and barbecued hamburgers that waited for our return.
Suddenly a plane flew overhead, coming in to land at Billy Bishop Airport. Through our entirely-by-luck position near the back/port of the 5 sailboats, we felt the gust of the airplane’s backwash. And nobody else did, since our sails were in the way of theirs.
Slowly, our boat started moving forward. The shocked look on the crews face froze in place, as we were afraid to move or speak in case we countered the motion. Slowly, ever so slowly, we passed the other racers, enjoying the frustrated looks on their faces. The momentum of the one lucky gust slowly pushed us all the way to the finish line!
Aside from the joy of beating the other teams, the really impressive aspect for me was how a simple little gust of wind, barely enough to feel, had pushed a 4000lb sailboat. We went from a dead stop to a slow magical coast as if by magic.
And THAT’s why I’m so hooked on this sport.
[edit:] Reading this, and remembering how we felt, I can really understand why sailors were such a religious and superstitious bunch. It did feel like someone/something had just put a giant hand behind our transom and nudged us along.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Here's the first place I lived when I moved to Toronto, February 9, 1996.
This rooming house was where I shared my kitchen and bathroom with:
a) friendly drug dealer who became my friend and beat up the racist, homophobic homeless guy that stole my girlfriend at my 22nd birthday party.
b) the sketchy "refugee" that used to tell me stories about fighting the war in his home...
c) the junkie that dated "One-Eyed June." He used to leave 1/2-eaten hamburgers behind the toilet, and ... didn't wipe.
It was a terrible place to have to live, but i survived it for 7 months until I could afford something cleaner/ nicer/ private. It was a hell of a learning experience, acclimatizing me to city life very quickly.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Since I really only have time to blog while at work, the likelihood of this site being updated isn't hopeful. I sometimes get the feeling that they're just looking for a reason to let me go, and don't want to give them the ammo.
For anyone that knows my real identity, look me up on Facebook - i'll at least be checking that AFTER work...
For the rest of you, this is probably Adios.
And as a goodbye, here's a song i'm currently fascinated with:
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
: More memories are coming back. One of those cigarettes was actually a joint, but I didn't realize it until I inhaled. That might explain my unpleasant state.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Do I comment on how much damage Mitt Romney can do outside the United States? That by insulting England (a major US partner overseas), the Brits don't think 'what a fool' nearly as often as 'bloody yanks'! Right or wrong, US politicians are usually how the rest of us see America. And it is not a good image.
Do I talk about how fun it was to learn Prince's "Kiss" on the ukelele last night while watching Breaking Bad? It really was.
Do I address the weird dream I had last night? One of my sailboat-racing team got into an argument with me, so I whipped it out and peed on the back of his head. I don't have any issues with this guy, and urination isn't really one of my standard techniques.
Do I discuss my plans for the weekend? Spending Saturday morning with Wife, then staying home and studying all afternoon and evening. Then playing an afternoon show on Sunday.
Do I just keep it quick and head to the pub for an early lunch today?
Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a winner...
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Saturday and Sunday were spent on an ‘overnight race’. We didn’t actually sail all night though; we raced to another marina all day, opened our beer as we hit the dock, BBQ’d dinner, and hit a local pub until closing. The end of the night involved my climbing on the sailboat’s boom to get to the hammock I’d rigged up the mast. Woke up Sunday morning after a relaxing fresh-air sleep. I didn’t want to climb down, but bathroom and food were the notifications being sent from my torso. Breakfast was prepared by the hosting marina, so we relaxed and gorged on dead pig, potatoes and eggs, showered, and then headed out back on the water for another day on board.