Friday, June 27, 2008
Gardening (again)
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Annual checkup
Maggie and I have the same family doctor: she's a female. And an Asian. It mattered to Maggie to have a female doctor, and I couldn't care less. Besides, it seemed convenient to have the same doctor who knows us both and knows the history of our aches, so she can compare how much pain Maggie and I inflict on each other. That's how our she-doctor ended having me as probably the only white patient--we never saw another Caucasian person in the waiting room.
Today we had our annual check-up. When she saw me, the doc was alarmed by my weight loss (some 15+ lbs since the last checkup). She was visibly relieved when we told her that I'm not terminally ill, but just regularly run, exercise and eat smart. Maggie gained 4 lbs (he he). We compensate for each other. As usual, we do the check-up together so we can discuss the doc's suggestions for improving and maintaining our good health. We were offered two new vaccines, blood work and a few other tests to consider. Then she checked Maggie's breasts for lumps or anything suspicious. All clear there. A little surprising how efficiently and fast the doc moved over those areas: squeeze here, nudge there and all done. An awkward moment happened when I was offered a palpating checkup of testicles for testicular cancer signs. It has been an ongoing joke between me and Maggie ever since we left the doc. Amazing how many things in daily life can be associated with testicles. We laughed so much, people must have thought we were nuts! (Nuts--see what I mean?)
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The Canadian Dream
The American Dream has badly devaluated in the last few decades. Although, compared to it, the Canadian dream is more in the realm of nightmares. The kind of nightmares from which you can't wake up into a sunny morning. Since yesterday, several of my colleagues complained about work, the way they are treated and the money they make. I was afraid that something was wrong with me, for being constantly disgruntled about my job. I thought that, maybe, I set my expectations and goals too high. But now I know it's not me. It's the company that stinks. Unfortunately, the people who complain are the ones I like the most. Soon, they'll be gone into the greener pasture and I'll stay to rot all alone in the stinker.
Maggie told me this morning on the way to work that I'm inert. I'm just sitting on my behind and waiting for a better job to find me. I hate to admit it, but she's right. I must wake up and become more pro-active in search for something better, or just something else. Maybe it's just a string of bad luck, but last couple of jobs felt like a quicksand: they swallowed me bit by bit. And just when I managed to pull myself out of one, I sunk into another. My former boss thinks I should be grateful to have a nice job in times when people are being laid off en masse. But, why should I compare myself with the less fortunate? Why not with those who prosper? Like those few higher editors and managers in our company, who could learn quite a few things from me if they'd bother to listen, yet they have the power to decide what my future will be. How could I be grateful when I found myself yesterday envying a truck driver on his freedom in his rig, crisscrossing the continent and listening to audio books? It's high time to move on!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
A pathetic gardening post
My back, forever tender after the herniated disk I suffered two years ago, is slightly stiff after all the hauling and digging involved with planting. I am actually amazed that it isn't much worse. All it took last time for the disk to pop out (and press the sciatic nerve, numbing my left leg for over a month) was to bend over the bathroom counter to take out the contact lenses...I stayed bent for the next two months. Hopefully, there won't be a greater price to pay for today's exercise in gardening. I have been working out faithfully, so with a little luck I'll avoid the health disaster this time.
Pathetic, I know, wasting so many words on planting a tree. Still, on a Sunday as boring as this, I'm happy to have at least something to write about.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Japanese Maple
It's a sad day for Croatia, a small country with a big football ambition. Today, that ambition is yet again put on hold. In the quarter final of the Euro Cup, the Croats and the Turks played scoreless and quite anemic game for 90 minutes of regulation time. Then they continued in the same uninspired manner for the next 29 minutes of extra time. I have to give credit to the Croats, they were much more skilled in diving and faking fouls. In the last minute of extra time, they scored, bringing the agony of spectators to the end, or so we thought. After mandatory hugging, fist pumping and chest thumping, with only a minute to go, it was supposed to be the game over. But the persistent Turks took the ball, kicked it and - scored! And the game went to the penalty kicks, where Croatia simply didn't have the nerves, guts, skills, heart, wind...call it what you will, they sucked big time, scoring only one of four kicks and giving the game and the pass to semi finals to the Turks. And all they needed to do after they scored the first goal, was to play the ball. But they stopped, jubilant and dumb, paid the ultimate price and are now going home with heads hung low.
I always believed into unpredictable justice of sports competitions, but this one has nothing to do with justice--this one was about smarts and hearts. The smarter and more persistent team, which is by no means a better team, goes on to face Germany in the semis. Go Turkey!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Fastest 10K
When I finished my Wednesday's run, I was congratulated by Joan Benoit Samuelson (pre-recorded) on my Nike+ iPod running kit, for completing my fastest 10 km: 48:38. Go figure! I have been running 10+ km every Wednesday and Saturday for weeks, and now, all of a sudden, the fastest 10K! Although, I did feel great during the run yesterday, it went easy, not too hot, nor too cold, but it didn't seem that fast. But, who am I to argue with Ms Benoit-Samuelson?
Maggie is complaining that she doesn't have a husband anymore. See, I bought a really neat and cheap Linux lap-top, Asus eee PC. It's really tiny sub-notebook, very portable and ideal for a trip to Spain. The thing is--I know nothing about Linux and for a couple of weeks now my evenings are wasted in browsing the Internet to find out how to configure the machine. Now that the future of our marriage is at stake, I think I'll return to my wife and leave Linux for now.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Working from home
Monday, June 16, 2008
Lost souls
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Indiana Jones
Sunday weather was as moody as only the weather in Canada can be. The morning was beautiful, clear and sunny when Maggie left to do some shopping. She came back a couple of hours later, during the thunderstorm. By the time we ate it was sunny again, and warm enough to dry the roads, if not the muddy yards. At least we don't need to water the grass for now, Mother Nature does it for us. We went to see the new Indiana Jones movie in the gorgeous weather and returned under heavy showers with strong wind. I don't remember such violent weather changes in the same day in 10 years since I've lived in Toronto area.
Ah, the movie! I was a great fan of Indiana Jones trilogy of the past, so I used all my persuasiveness to convince Maggie that this is the movie to see. For the best part it resembled the movies of the past, with a car chase through the jungle, and even a nuclear attack on Indy Jones which he, of course, survived. Actually, it was watchable until the end, when Spielberg's ETism kicked in and destroyed the movie. He brought in the ALIENS who killed the bad guys, unearthed a flying saucer buried under the hidden Mayan city for 5000 years and left. I am not sure if it was supposed to be funny, a parody on ET, or Spielberg totally lost his marbles. Not that anyone would take such a movie seriously, but I prefer more believable plot twists. This time not even the computer animation and special effects could save it. Spielberg simply blew it!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
A Spectacle of Lightning and Thunders
It's hard to blog without mentioning the vacation: Maggie got a book from a colleague about Gaudi's architecture in Barcelona. I think something was seriously wrong with the guy, he simply couldn't draw straight lines. Lucky for him, the modernism movement swept in and his wobbly curved shapes became a trend. Jokes aside, I can't wait to experience his masterpieces first-hand. Or, rather, first-eyed.
I have been watching a lot of football lately, with Euro Cup 2008 going on and everybody wearing colors of their ancestral countries. Although, there are a few odd ones, like a couple of Korean girls from the second floor in Italian jerseys, one can easily match co-workers with the part of Europe they re coming from. Unless, of course, they are Brits, who didn't qualify for this Euro 2008. You can tell them apart by the sullen faces.
There are some significant improvements in the game in the last few years. Tougher penalties for faking fouls and injuries brought the pace up. Still, there are players who, when an opponent challenges, spectacularly fall with a scream and roll on the grass holding their shins. And it doesn't matter if there was a contact made at all, nor if it was actually with his shin. Shin seems to be the most popular body part to hold on, while screaming like he's subjected to a surgery without anesthetic. What happened to the manly competition, to out-dribbling and out-playing an adversary? That said, there's noticeably less faking at this years Euro Cup. Even the fakers keep an eye on the referee while rolling on the grass, or simply playing dead. If the ref doesn't buy the act, they spring on their feet, miraculously cured. I guess it's all a part of the game. The part the game can do without.
After last night's rain, Saturday morning was cool, cloudy and seemed so inviting for the morning run. There was humidity building though, and 1hr 20min and 15.7 km later my shirt was drenched, but the feeling was fantastic.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
It's Football, sucker!
The Incredible Hulk movie starts playing today. I'm not sure I'm willing to pay the theatre ticket for it, but I'd definitely see it on DVD, when it comes out. Apparently, Toronto's Yonge street is being ripped apart in the movie. I wouldn't miss that for the world!
I'm not a die-hard football (yes, that's the soccer kind of football) fan, but today was a don't-miss game: Germany vs. Croatia. I am a realistic person, and expected nothing but Croatia's defeat, but some kind of national pride made me watch the game and hope for a miracle. And, what do you know! The miracle happened, the Croats not only won, but completely outclassed the Germans. They looked every bit like a heavy favorite in the match. The only thing that concerns me now is the mentality I know so well: now that they beat the Germans, they'd just lay back and think they're unbeatable. Some lesser team will knock them from the competition and that'll be the end of the fairy tale. The Croats are the best when they are underdogs, then some kind of spite combined with pride makes them very dangerous. So I wouldn't jinx them, I'll never mention them as favorites for high placement, though secretly I'll wish for it. I think a team which eliminated England from the qualifiers for Euro Cup deserves it!
Speaking of soccer--I understand that north Americans needed a word to distinguish their football from the-rest-of-the-world's football, but why does that word need to be so similar to sucker?
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Picture says it all
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Football and thunderstorms
Such an enormous heat as we have since Friday has to end up with a bang. So it does! Thunderstorms roll in and knock out the power and we have a very romantic nightcap under candlelights. Of course, we can’t remember which lights were left switched on, and try as we might to switch them all off, I’m woken after midnight by the light of our alarm clock, which always comes on full blast when the power returns. Its digits stare at me from the bright display and chase me out of the bed to survey the other lights which came on around the house. Turns out we were too eager switching off the lights in the dark, and now there are a few on the ground floor shining happily for no reason. When I’m back in bed, I’m properly awake. The alarm clock gets a whack that dims its grinning display. If only the sleep would come over me soon…
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Feeling the heat
To add to the heat, gas prices jumped to $1.35/liter. This summer we’ll have less cars on the road. With our families overseas, Maggie and me are worried if we’ll be able to see them at all, if the cost of travel, which is so tied to the fuel price, continues to rise.
The Euro cup in football has started. It’s easy to tell by the number of cars driving around Toronto with the full range of European flags on the windows. Like before, as the teams are eliminated from the competition, their flags are taken from the cars and in a month only the winning country’s flags will be driven around even after the Euro cup is over, all ripped and faded. For now, they are all new and bright.
Yesterday we were invited to a spontaneous get-together with a barbecue at the neighbor’s yard. It was delicious (the bbq) and fun (the gathering). Hope there’ll be more of those during the summer. We’re planning to fix our yard, build the fence and the patio at the back, so we can return the favor. Maggie, as our chief architect in the household (I’m hopeless in that regard, good only for heavy lifting and physical work) is sketching and scribbling her ideas on papers all over the house, each new one looking better than the previous.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Anniversary #8
It reminds me of an equally hot day exactly eight years ago in Las Vegas, when we ran into the coolness of the County Clerk's office and exchanged the vows, directed by a large black clerk-woman who gently rocked to the music of her own words. We didn't do it in Vegas to show off. Simply, we wanted to get married, and to do it in Toronto would take from 3 to 6 months. So we flew to Vegas, landed shortly after noon and were married a couple of hours later. And, no, Elvis wasn't there!
Friday is the garbage collection day in our neighborhood. I know it doesn't sound like the topic for a blog. The thing is, the neighbors all along our street take their rubbish out a day before--on Thursday. Alarmingly, some of them started trashing out on Thursday morning! Now, if you calculate in the daily temperature I mentioned, you'll understand my anger. The garbage simmers in the sun for the whole day, spreading all kind of foul aromas throughout the otherwise lovely neighborhood. To add to the pain, wind has plenty of time to blow the loose papers and stinky food wraps all around. We take our bins out just before we leave for work on a Friday morning, but we may be the only one with a bit of consideration for the neighborhood, the air we breath, the cleanliness of our street and mother Nature. Sometimes feels really lonely to be right among the wrongs.
After work, we celebrated in air conditioned atmosphere of Alice Fazooli's superb Italian eatery with a small bottle of Chianti and some really delicious food. And now I'm wasting our time together on this blog entry, so I will cut it short right here and pay attention to my lovely wife.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Pathetic Canadian sports scene
We spent last few evenings browsing the online reservation services for a hotel in Barcelona. Just when we thought we found the one we like, Maggie went to an independent review site where people were complaining about being mugged or pick-pocketed around the hotel. So, we are back in search… Torn between a hotel on the beach out of town and a hotel in the noisy downtown. By the time we make up our minds, there’ll be no rooms available.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Planning trip to Barcelona
Today we woke up with a thunder! No, really! There was a thunderstorm this morning, which always turns getting out of bed into a real challenge. As a result, we were both drowsy the whole day, doing our daily routine like a couple of sleepwalkers. It got better when we went for run after work—Maggie got so carried away with the music from her iPod, she started singing aloud while running. Funny thing, she didn’t even realize she was singing out loud (and slightly out of tune) until I told her back home.
Other things to remember this Tuesday by:
Rock legend Bo Diddley died at 79; The Pittsburgh Penguins stayed alive in NHL playoffs final defeating the Detroit red Wings 4-3 in triple overtime; Barrack Obama officially captured enough votes to become Democratic presidential candidate
Monday, June 2, 2008
Haircut
Tomorrow Obama and Clinton are facing off in Montana and South Dakota, the last two states remaining to cast their votes. All I can say is—thank God it’s almost over. What started as an interesting competition, degenerated into a naughty fight. There’s a lesson buried underneath it all, but I’m afraid fellow Americans are not wise enough to read it: it’s important to persist in a fight, but it’s just as important to know when to stop. The time to stop for Hillary is long gone. All that’s left now is defeat and shame.
The man whose perfume I often spray on my neck has died: Yves Saint-Laurent, fashion wizard who never applied his talent to replace his atrociously ugly glasses, died yesterday of a brain cancer.
Still no word from Dubai. I think it’s fair to say there’s very little hope left that something may come out of it. It has been exciting and unnerving three weeks, and now it’s time to go on with life. Maggie is talking about doing some gardening around the house. I am very careful not to promise I’d get involved. I’m not a gardening type. I can help her lift heavy objects, rocks and whatnot, but can’t be bothered with planting ‘n’ stuff.