Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Christmas Groceries

Danelle wasn't kidding... I should have made two trips for Christmas groceries... But what girls fail to understand... it's exactly these kinds of challenges that get stupid egotistical boys into exactly these kinds of situations... ... ... now I'm sitting in line with my cart piled high above the sides... a European-sized loading area... and an even smaller European-sized bagging area... berated by grumbling little old ladies and eyed by serious looking old man...
... And here I am... stuck between unloading the cart at one end... and bagging the groceries at the other... unload some more... bag some more... all while getting my wallet out... card out... pin code... pray it works... back the receipt... back in the wallet... back in my pocket... back to bagging groceries...
... I'm breaking code right now... I have been... And everyone in line knows I'm breaking code... the lady swiping my items knows, I'm sure... and the guy walking in, with the double take... The manager with his hands at his sides... But this is not a stage and I am not an actor... I will not pander to them...
... And this is the code...
... Next to my American-sized grocery haul... the lady behind me is holding a head of lettuce and three tomatoes... and behind her dude in a red toque is carrying two cartons of milk... behind that is lady in a snowsuit with a small basket... THE CODE is to let them through... Save them time... All is right in the world... Hooray for real gentlemen... ... ... ... But this also my time... and maybe I'm not a real gentleman... because behind him is a couple of eggs and some cheese... and behind that guy is a package of shaved ham... and behind those two... three wine bottles... everyone is just a few items today... lining all the way back to the frozen food aisle... How can I let just one through?... or two?... It's like waving people on during a slow round of golf... I might as well let everyone pass...
... I decide... And in line I play the role very well... look behind... behind again... stretch over to the side and look at the people behind them... show these old ladies with my eyes that 1) I know I should let them pass... but 2) It's just not going to happen... and so with me against the world I took my stand... And arms full of groceries as I leave out the door... victorious...

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Es ist so ein schoner tag

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgsrows8ars

... "Und Ich flieg, flieg, flieg wie ein Flieger, (And I fly like a plane...)

"You like this song?...

"Bin so stark, stark, stark wie ein Tiger (I'm strong like a Tiger)

... They only play these songs in the winter...

Und so groß, groß, groß wie ne Giraffe So hoch oh, oh, oh! (and big as a giraffe, so tall)

... everyone goes out together... it's so cold...

Und Ich spring, spring, spring immer wieder (and I jump all around)

... and you are close together to stay warm...

Und Ich schwimm, schwimm, schwimm zu Dir rüber (I swim over to you)

... everyone is drinking... and singing... and dancing...

Und Ich nimm, nimm, nimm Dich bei der Hand, (I take you by the hand)

... everyone knows these songs...

Weil Ich Dich mag Und Ich sag (because I like you... and I say)

... It might be storming outside... but you drink warm wine...

Heut ist so ein schöner Tag la-la-la-la-la (It is such a beautiful day!)

... you stand on the tables and sing... this is fun...

Heut ist so ein schöner Tag la-la-la-la-la

this is Italy and Germany in the winter... ... ...

Heut ist so ein schöner Tagla-la-la-la-la

you don't have songs like this in America?"

Heut ist so ein schöner Tagla-la-la-la-la"

"No, we take ourselves way too seriously to have this kind of fun."

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Selva vs Ortisei vs Bolzano vs the World

In that order...
... About 5 years ago... Selva was the smallest, and their 2nd league... and sometimes they played against Ortisei, which is bigger and played in the first league... who played against Bolzano, bigger still, and always won the first league... who in turn play in the continental cup every year against the rest of Europe...
... There is little love between these towns... and if the smaller team ever beats the bigger team the town parties for a week... and in return... the bigger team just loves lording over the smaller team...
... Bolzano loves to call the farm kids rednecks... those farmers... Ortisei loves to say that Selva is 20 years behind... don't understand what I'm saying?... You will in 20 years... It's not life or death but bad blood runs deep in this area...
... And because the new hockey rink is in Selva the people from Ortisei won't go to the games because the old rivalry still sits bad with them... "I don't want to go all the way up there... I don't want to give them my money"...

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

A 900% Markup

Little known fact about Italian cafes... they charge you more if you sit down than if you stand at the counter... It's a charge for atmosphere... They also charge for water and soda refills... And sometimes charge for ketchup... What I did not know about the piano player playing the Beetlejuice song is that she represented atmosphere times about a thousand... percent... because we opened our menus to find espressos were 9 euros... Small little coffees in small little cups no bigger than a pinkie finger... Add a little bit of foam for a Cappacinos and it's 11 euros... And don't get me started on 21 euros cocktails...
... "I'm not paying more for this coffee than I did for these gloves"...
... "Well I'm not paying more for this coffee than I did for these pants"... (one-upper)
... But with a maitre d' and a waiter giving death stares and blocking the only remaining exit... and because we had just used the facilities... we would most likely be stuck paying for something... Cheapest thing being an 8 euro hotdog... After a quick huddle we decided to just stand up and go to the bar... All in a line... strength in numbers... Big guys first... And it's almost like the Maitre D' knew what was going on because we gave him a little nod at the menus... and he gave us a little knowing nod back... and then we were at the counter...
... "One Euro"... at the counter... the same exact espresso seconds before we almost bought... because some of us were too embarrassed to stand up...

Sunday, December 6, 2009

You Put WHAT... WHERE?

Waiting for our food... As I'm picking at what I hope is a relatively edible piece of bread... a guy... I kid you not... takes a piece of bread... a knife... ketchup packets... begins to spread ketchup all over the piece of bread... and it's just bread... nothing else... and that's gross enough... BUT THEN... beyond comprehension... and in all ways inconceivable... mayonnaise... mayonnaise... on top of the ketchup... ... ...
... and eats it...

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Nightmare

And from the shadows walks 2 devils... horns almost scraping the ceiling... black shaggy fur... sharp claws... ... ... stop... silence... sit... wait... stare... everyone down... they all looked away... they smiled... said we played a good game... then left... everyone started to breath again... I guess some childhood fears never leave...


... But I kid you not... they were surprisingly scary... scary enough that... even though I'm out of food right now... I'm will not go shopping because they have free reign after dark... anything goes...


"Back when my brother was young... he tells me... if you saw them you had to run... fast... They have these wooden sticks... if they catch you out after dark they hit you with them... Right there... in the back of the leg... and it really stings... ... and if you give them trouble... the black mask they wear is ink, charcoal, and soot... they take their finger and rub it on your face... and it is really hard to wash off... or they rub it on your clothes... and it completely ruins them... and they're scary... look at them...
... I don't know why...
... It's tradition... it's our culture... once a year..."


"In Thailand there was these 3 kids sitting on a wall... about this high... 1 meter 70 maybe... and the one kid dropped something off the wall... he called over to me... asked me to pick it up... and so when I leaned over and I was like this... they dumped 2 buckets of water all over me... That is how they celebrate New Years in Thailand... by dumping water on other people... I never knew... and this is what they do here..."


"But here... it's St Nicklaus day... he is like Santa Claus but he has a pope hat and a pope cane... and he walks around with an angel and a devil and asks the kids if they've been good... he usually gives them some small present... something for them to eat... and the devil takes the bad kids away...
... That is the morning...
... Then it's only the devils in the afternoon... huge heads... giant black horns... black face... shaggy monster getup... (like the guys from 'Where the Wild Things Are')... they have bells on them so you can hear them coming... and... as I said... you hear bells... you run... because all afternoon they chase you... they go door to door sometimes looking for kids warning them to be good... ... ... or else... kids cringing behind their parents... this is the stuff of nightmares... but right in front of your face..."

"It's really good for the kids... the rest of the year if they act up... we tell them... you be good or we send you to the devil... and then no problem..."

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Were They Really This Bad?

I'm watching a graduation teenie bopper high school movie... and I have to wonder... ... ... were they?... was I?... Did I?...
... And I think no...
... Definitely no...
... In all ways no...
... Affirmative on the No... because... At least... at the very least... old teenie-bopper movies stole scripts from writers like Shakespeare and Austen before they proceeded to butcher the crap out of them into 1 hour 20 minute coming of age fwopsticks...
... The new ones are a whole different sort... they have no precedent... they don't borrow genius... they blank slate... begin at zero... and then butcher...
... And it's a problem... when I don't expect much... and they still can't deliver... and for sure... Don't get me wrong... I expect a bad movie... And put up with bad movie... for nostalgia... for luls... for that inevitable moment when he becomes a man... does some amazing thing... gets the girl... I put up with teenage angst... romanticism... and some hacked together plot... because I really was there at some point in my life... I really did think she would walk by me at some pivitol moment in both our lives... I really did play that script over and over in my head... not until later did I realize you had to be dancing for fate to actually work... it's strange the universe...
...but this unimaginably worse... inconceivably awful... waste of my time cancels all hope for humanity... because annual hackjob movies... these half-hearted portrayals of awkward... these watered-down story lines of embarrassing... If they can't deliver on a time-honored tradition... like the amatuer blockbuster horror film... the Cubs losing in the playoffs... mandarin oranges... Mcdonald's Monopoly... then what hope do we have for out future generations?...

Monday, November 30, 2009

Wanna See me Tempt Fate

Whenever Danelle tells me to be ESPECIALLY quiet because she's sick... or tired... . ... or sick... and really needs sleep... ... ... I take this as a direct invitation to wake up the cracked kettle smashing giant bear on roller skates...
... and... oh... ya... he wakes up... right around the time Danelle in in her deepest sleep... fully roused... he up and does something stupid... and loud... . ... loud and stupid...
... Until he trips over the power chord and smashes the computer on the ground... knocks over the coffee table, slamming a glass bowl into pieces... glass flying everywhere... spoon making incredibly too loud a noise on the wood floor... ... ... he's slamming cupboards... doors... pulling the earphones out of the computer to a full blast episode of "The Office"... and... sometimes... when it's really good... laughing... laughing at this... sure it's on of the greatest television shows of all time... but still... while this girl is trying to sleep in the other room... the sheer audacity...
... And here is mild-mannerd ME stuck running around the place trying to put out these fires... trying to make the thing shut up... it seems the big goof just doesn't care...
... Just tonight the TV remote that just happened to the floor... pointed directly at the TV... and that those big paws wouldn't just step on it... . ... of any button... that button... the only one that would do anything to that TV... ... . ... with extreme high-pitched noise... a small dot of white spreading out from the middle of the screen... a moments anger... the stupid, stupid bear... scramble, in the pitch black of 3 AM... in the broken glass... around fallen over coffee table... through tangled power chords... the next 5 careful seconds are a small, quiet, frustrating battle against time... searching... finding... button mashing... (the TV has picture... but moments from sound)... (curse that stupid bear)... turning the remote aroun-...

... welcome to CNN... ... ... the British version of American news... in all its glory... we are presented with all its boring ivory tower of calmness... all it's dead pan faces... no panic... no emotion... just the story... well how about this for a story CNN... there is a GIANT BEAR in my living room, he refuses to go to sleep, and he is eating all of Danelle's favorite potato chips!...

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Ready! Fire! Aim!

...Andreas Hofer was a simple Inn keeper before he joined the army in revolt against occupying France... The only other thing to his name was a very formidable beard that he must have worked on for years... From Marksman to Captain to Commander-in-Chief he came to command the whole Tyrolean army... 20,000 strong... farmers with pitchforks against the best trained... best equipped army in the world...
...And he won victory after victory... the most famous battle happening in Innsbruck where the ski jump is today... (and, eerily, from the top of the ski jump you can see the cemetery)... a hero of the people... tricked... betrayed... captured... and marched to a 19th century show trial in Mantua... "Give him a fair trial and then shoot him" was the message from Napoleon... He died a martyr... A legend...
...For he did not, as said in Wikiwhatever, pay off the French commander and tell him to shoot straight... no... instead... He refused a blindfold... refused to bend his head... or his knee... Even when the French shot him in both arms and both legs... and told him again to kneel... He would not... Instead... tearing open his coat he yelled... "You @^*#*&* French need to learn how to shoot!"... and... properly goaded... he died on his feet... head held high... long ago he made his choice... never again to live on his knees...
... For his courage he recieved the reward of every good rebel leader... His name and picture on a beer bottle for all future generations to see... remember... and toast... Andreas Hofer...
... Prost!...

A Tannin Never Lies

...Percentage is key for wine... More than anything... Look for this on a bottle before making any decision... Not as in alcohol content... But as in total all around goodness... In essence it means how many grapes were pruned off the vine in order to give the other grapes more flavor... In the course of growth they trim the leaves 3 times... and the grapes once... at the exact right time so no new grapes grow on the vine... Adding all the extra flavor and nutrients to the grapes still attached to the vine... 60-70% is the highest you will probably find... It's difficult to find a wine like this because at this percentage the seller will not make a profit...
...And one important note... If you order a wine that's even close to the expensive side... and... say... older than you... you will be obliged to pay for the wine not matter what... vinegar is part of the risk...
...Don't turn a bottle around in your hand... don't tip it towards its cork... store a bottle slanted upwards and do not let the cork get wet... If you know you will serve a certain wine that night... open the bottle a few hours before to let it breathe... there is no need for a decanter if this is done... If a fly happens to fall in... grasp the bottle firmly... and one quick thrust will send off a few millimeters of wine from the top along with the fly... If part of the cork falls in, a piece of string made into a loop works well to pull it back out...
... And open...
...The cork is the tip-off... enough to know whether the wine has turned... if it smells like vinegar, rest assured it's vinegar... Even the best wines from only a few years back will find a few bottles in the throes... This is almost always the case for the first or last bottle made from a cask... The Sommelier will smell the cork, thus he will already know before pouring if it's good or not... So as sampler, your job is not to see if the wine is good or bad... And it's also not your job to see if you like the taste... you don't send the wine back on taste... all told... You sample the wine because you bought it... And in return they give you a glorified 1 minutes time in the sun...
...That is why the Sommelier always presents the wine to the table... and pours it with the label facing the one that bought it... In essence... You are the man and now everyone else knows it... It's not unheard of to have a candle underneath the neck of the bottle to protect from sediment... When you start seeing it creep up the bottle you stop pouring, bring it down... wait... continue...
...The wine is poured small enough... and the glass big enough... that it's not necessary to hold it to the light in order to see... Any white surface will do... You are not looking for sediment because any Sommelier worth his snooty spectacles will have stored and poured the bottle without ever dipping the bottle towards the cork... thus... any sediment is still at the bottom of the bottle... You are simply looking for color... texture... and anything else you might think of to enhance your experience of the wine...
...And don't swirl the glass around too much. Two or three quick swirls, done rightly, will get air in to the wine... Grab the glass from the very bottom of the stem... (Americans are notorious for holding the wine at the top... fingers touching the wine... changing it's temperature... changing it's taste...) ... ... As for swirling... amatuers would do best to keep it on the table to make it easier... start with a bigger first swirl, a smaller quick second, and bring it in by the third... should get the wine evenly around the glass... any more than that and it's actually too much air getting into the wine and too much flavor getting out... ...You cannot hide from tannins... It's impossible... and they will tell you with utmost certainty if the wine is good... and just as easily tell you if it came out of a bag from the bottom shelf of the corner store... Wine will stay up around the glass where it was swirled... The longer it takes for this wine to fall back to the bottom, the better the wine...
...When you smell there is no need to stick your nose into the glass... no need for noise... no need for the grand gesture... 1 cm from the glass... inhale... sit back and think about what the smell brings to mind. You may think this is the time to delve into the depths of grade 12 poetry and bring out your best flowery, rosy, summery description. It's not. If it's an Italian wine the only words that should come out of your mouth are along the lines of... fruity... heavy... or light... full-bodied... long finish... and... although it is grapes used in the wine many times the smell is... cranberries... so it's allowed...
...Lastly the taste... noise preferred... your goal is to get the wine to every area of your mouth... and it's really up to you how you do it... Swish it... sift it... some combination of tongue and breathe will do the trick... and see how full the flavor is... enjoy it... for 8 seconds... then swallow... the longer the taste stays the more expensive the wine... but a good wine does not have to bite... that sour pucker feeling can and will happen... but well-made can have lasting power and keep the dryness out... and happy and healthy the next day...
...When served... the highest ranking/eldest woman will be given a glass first... then down the line of women... then the same for the men... It is known as a gift from God and should be treated that way... respected... enjoyed... never chugged... never too much... Look them in the eyes... never cross glasses... make sure you get everyone... Salute...

Saturday, November 21, 2009

An Unfortunate Time to Pick Healthy

Because of unease, scratchy throat, under the weather symptoms, I decided on health... and in that epic debate between health and solving all of the worlds problems (which can only happen late at night when extreme tiredness makes you think you're really really smart)... I embarked on a get to bed early night for me. And because I went to bed so early, Mr. Sandman, maybe because we had such a good thing going before and I changed it... got mad and just up and left... but not before playing some really mean, cruel, and possibly dirty jokes on me.
For I woke up feeling the best you can possibly feel on a given wake up. I would go as far as to give it a label of uber great. And not until I looked at a clock did I realize that it wasn't even a sleep. That I wasn't even asleep. That technically... you would define what I had just done as a nap. It was only 3 hours from when I went to bed...I hadn't even moved on to the next day... the clock wasn't even past 12...

Can anyone explain this? I feel like Kramer on Seinfeld when he would only sleep in 3 hour intervals, and in consequence, was extremely wired whenever awake...

And I feel, in almost every way, that it should be morning... I should be eating cereal right now... one banana... an apple and/or an orange depending on how good I feel... and taking token vitamins because to this day I can still hear my mom's voice in my head scolding me to do it. Instead, however, an excess of energy only serves to hurt the immediate future... and I guess it's the price one must pay for not partaking in moderation... for refusing to combat extremes of all form... this blog serves as a reminder to never try to be too healthy... And in retaliation... in effort to re-align total universe back into normality... I will curb any healthy thoughts for the immediate future and partake in the age-old tradition of late-night popcorn and a movie until I can finally convince sleep that I'm not weird and he should come hang out with me again.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Injury Riddled

Another injury graced our teams presence last game... 2 the game before... and with 3 others already out on extended leaves of absence we are dealing with something in the way of a puzzle. And with no real answer to be found we content ourselves by giving our junior players a whole lot of experience playing up a level. See, no matter what, there's always a bright side to everything.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

$400 a gallon

The Pentagon recently released information that the cost required to transport fuel into Afghanistan is roughly $400 for every gallon of fuel. For shipping, trucking, airlifting, paying protection money to local tribal leaders for safe passage, to the actual fuel costs, it's easy to see how these costs escalate.
And the New York Times recently released information that it costs an estimated $1 million dollars every year to support each and every soldier in the Middle-East. There is obviously some overlap because fuel would be included in a soldier's cost... but that's still a whole lot of money. Goodbye economic crisis if this money got spent in the states rather than in Iraq.
Disheartening when you see top military officials stepping down because they believe the war is unwinnable.

Where Do You Stand?

I really don't feel like being all that ground-breaking today. Just drag up one thought and re-iterate what a lot of other people have probably thought or said or wrote for thousands of years. And here is one already.

"Any government poweful enough to give you everything you want is also powerful enough to take away everything you have. Therefore the proper function of the state is to protect the life, liberty, and property of its citizens... nothing more. That government is best that governs least."

Sounds great! But is it true?

As a collectivist

MOST people do not know what is best for them. And over the years a countries government will set up laws to protect people from themselves. From having guns too easily because people seem to kill themselves with guns. From having drugs like cocaine or heroine because people ruin themselves on addiction. From any number of things because people screw up all the time.

Answer

But the more government does for people, the less they do for themselves. The more dependent they are on others.

And in the opposite corner as a... I don't even know... libertarian?

SOME people do not know what is best for them. And if you let them make mistakes these people get smarter, or others get smarter by their example. And the end result is more and more competent people in the world as the most competent are allowed to excell... not pay for others mistakes.

Answer

But the system is heartless and so many people fall through the cracks.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

For the Greater Good

"The greatest evil can sometimes result by attempting the greatest good." ... or something like that...

Here is a history lesson for today...

1) The US government wants people to be able to buy a house, so they make it easier for Americans to get loans.

2) The increase in demand... according to laws of supply and demand... raises the prises of homes.

3) People buy houses they can't afford because houses are overprices... yet they still get these crazy loans to help them out

4) Eventually the loan payments are too much and Lehman brothers files for bankruptcy.

5) All because government tried to help people out.

And in case you didn't catch that...

1) The US has tons of grants and laws out there to help people pay for tuition to go to college, because they want to help people and have a more educated society.

2) Colleges see the increase in demand and... raise their prices.

3) Tuition now costs incredible amounts of money that students only afford because of the government money and loans.

4) The end result is the students are in serious debt that they have to pay back for years after they leave school.

5) And now a tuition bubble exists where tuition at many schools has increased 50% in the past 10 years. All because the government tried to help out people.

Other side effects of these good intentions include...

(A) Too many 'smart kids' and not enough plumbers... or any other kind of trade.

And also

(B) Small universities trying to capitalize on this new inflow of cash... And they're crummy.

And

(C) With everyone going to college people are forced to stay in college even longer in grad school to distance themselves from their peers... More time away from giving value into the economy, taking more government grants... and... going into more debt... all because the government tried to help people out.

Here is a video to explain it rather well...

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIcfMMVcYZg&feature=channel

Or for lazy people... the main point of the video is: "It creates a culture of dependency where, because the government is involved and the prices are high, the people need to have government money to afford (insert government initiative here)... but the fact remains that if the government wasn't involved in the first place... the prices would still be low... and they wouldn't need the government to afford it.")

And now, in summary, here is where the lesson applies...

1) The US Government now wants to get into healthcare in order to guarantee health insurance for every American. Again. Really good.

2) But the thing about insurance is... it makes the doctors run a whole gambit of tests for everyone that comes in the door because it is not on the patient's dime... it's all insurance... (which insurance companies would try to limit by being petty, dirty, and cheap)... but on the government's dime, most likely all the tests will be done... again, all on the taxpayer's dime... because the doctor will do everything to make sure they don't get sued....

3) Thus greatly increasing the demand for health care in the states... Greatly increasing hospital costs... Greatly increasing debt...

... So in a sense I really don't like where it's headed... but I'm still for public health care because I still believe insurance companies have a conflict of interest between making profits and caring for sick people...

Sunday, November 8, 2009

And the Grand Prize!!!

... A cord of wood?

The volunteer firefighters had a charity fundraiser last night at the fire hall. And first of all, the German word for 'raffle' is 'lose'. Honestly... it's 'lose'... I would not joke about this. You would see all these firefighters in overalls walking around holding plastic pails with 'LOSE' written all over the side of them. Ironic... and I thought it was hilarious... and yet no one else seemed to think it was very funny. Doing their whole 'well, in Germany it's 'Low-zay' and it's all the rave over here. Second of all... third prize was a cord of wood... it was sitting next to the counter... and it was about as tall and wide as me... logs of wood.
First prize was an all-inclusive weekend for two in a five-star hotel. Second prize was an all year superski pass in the valley. Fourth prize was a barbie fun house.
And they only served local specialties... roast pork... some sort of cabbagy vegetable... and roasted chestnuts... and the thing about chestnuts is... they're liars... they smell absolutely amazing but taste like chewy crumbly oatmeal. A disappointment. But a very fun night.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Budapest

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I leave Budapest with a better feeling than when I arrived... the last day... finally... once we got off our schedule... and off the tourist map... felt like a vacation... we did what wanted... we saw what we wanted... on a whim we changed course to something that caught our attention... something that we thought was cool, instead of what everyone else said was cool...

... And it's not like the places we saw the first few days weren't worth it... it's just when you're on a schedule... trying to see as much as possible when museums open at 10 and close at 6... mapping routes between landmarks on opposite ends of the city... you aren't able to spend extra time to really see a place... you can't enjoy it before you have to move on to something else... you can't even sit down for a cup of coffee because you'll be late for the next bus to leave... and the stress that comes with rushing around hurts what is supposed to be a relaxing vacation...

... The hop-on hop-off bus was our first day... and because it only ran every hour on the hour it was more trouble than it was worth... without a choice we were forced to rush our tours in order to make them within the hour... or be forced to wait another hour for the next bus... I can see how the bus would be better in a place like Rome where buses leave every 15 minutes... but every hour, on a tight schedule, is no good... and even hurts your plans to eat a nice meal... if you have any... But I still really enjoyed the places we saw... the national art gallery, victory square, St Stephen's basilica and the Synogogue... and only the Synogogue may not have been worth it because there was little to see and yet costed more than the rest...

... The second day was a walking tour of Castle Hill... Because it was out of season, and cold, we were the only ones on the tour... And it made the experience very rewarding... Some of the information was not what I read on Wikipedia... and makes me wonder if... unbelievable I know... the internet might be wrong... Or if... similar to Rome... they add on to the story in order to make the history sound better... After a lunch we hit up the spa for the afternoon... and could have capped the night off well if not for the walking we did afterwards... giving Danelle a callus... and me a back ache... We crashed hard that night, even before Danelle could have supper...

... On the last day we saw the Parliament... we met a couple from Buffalo that said they have been to Budapest 4 times... Twice when it was a part of Communist Russia... they can't get enough of the place... and makes me wonder what we must have missed... They did say that we missed a winery that samples over 400 wines for the price of 35 euros... they loved hockey... and said their son was a great hockey player before he punched a ref and was banned for life from the league...

... And with a full day to drive home the feeling was different... no longer on a schedule... no longer a serious plan... as I already said... we shopped... drove... detoured... and really enjoyed our drive home... we drove through Vienna because I assumed merely a drive through was all the city would ever need... how wrong I was... as it might be the most amazing downtown that we have ever seen... And now our hearts are set on going to spend some serious time there... But with 8 castles within a 10 block radius it's hard to see how we cannot go back to rushing... and not learn the lesson we should have here in Budapest...

Thursday, November 5, 2009

How Many People Can Say They've Been in Five Countries in One Day?

... Two more... that's who...
... I want to continue the epic win train... but first... I must... a reflection... after driving through Vienna... the most spectacular city I may have ever seen... I realized that the biggest difference between here and Budapest is light... Every building... every corner... every sign... every lamp post... brilliant... spectacular... friendly... light...
... And Paris... a city of lights... And Rome... warm in the sun...
... But contrast the darkness that descends on Budapest every night... empty... unlit streets... shops closed and boarded up every night... metal bars on the windows... dark coats that walk huddled from the cold... the shadows that dance around trees with every passing car... creates unwelcome feelings for the city...
... So maybe that's it...
... But now...
...yes...
... 5 countries... Hungary... Slovakia... Austria... Germany... and Italy... in a day... Budapest's second largest Parliament of Europe... 30 cent chocolate bars in Bratislava... The outlet stores of Austria... Photo radar... 2 miles from the Autobahn of Germany and no photo radar... And now to find snow in Italy...
... A day of days...

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Budapest

This is our second full day scurrying around Budapest... for scurrying... no fault of our own... is what it feels like...
... We did Paris... We saw Rome... and they are busy... but these places don't hold a fragment of the stress that seems to hang over this city... and resonate on every street... and... I don't understand why...
... It's beautiful... historic... but inviting?... it is friendly... helpful... touristy... but... ?... something does not sit right...
... Sure... I'm glad I came here... and sure... I've learned... and glimpsed... a world I've never known before... still shrugging off the life under the iron curtain... people held under the foot of others since the 15th century... lost every major war for 5 centuries... a beaten people... and maybe... through years of suffering... the fear of occupation... the culture was all wrung out... if culture was what I hoped to find... now... maybe... slowly coming back to it's own again... but not quite here yet...
... and in it's absence... though I try to throw out a line... I find nothing to connect me to this city... not even a collectible... a bobble... that lines the windows of tourist shops... maybe to put on your keychain... that defines the place... lets everyone else know that is where you have been... and what they stand for...

... But in its defense... I have yet... and will not have the time... to really look for culture in this place...

Monday, November 2, 2009

Mind over Matter

St Augustine, the legend, has really always been St Augustine, the man... for sure he wrestled with a lot of things in his life... and confessed it... confessed... not in a, 'look at how amazing my sins were so I have all that going for me too' kinda way... instead... 'counting them as less than nothing'... a true confession... look at how messed up my life was and see what God has done with it...
... it's not easy to open your life to public scrutiny... celebrity tell-all books the obvious exception... but they write to honour themselves... and for money... and usually through the revision of an editor...
... but this is bare bones... no glitter... no shine... no control of the message... it feels genuine... (and I've read enough of these tell-all books to know when it doesn't)... and this is meant to glory Someone else...
... He writes... (shortened in my writing and with hopeful intent)... ... Why could I not do what I knew in my heart I should do?... ... If the mind tells the body to act a certain way... for example... the arm to move in this or that direction... it does so without question... it is almost as if the will and the act were one... mind over matter is easy... ... yet if the mind tells itself... to decide on a course that it is not fully set upon... such as to get out of bed while in a state of great inertia... and content... even fully knowing that it would be better to be out of bed... you will stay in bed... (This is similar to what Paul wrote about doing things he does not want to... but caught my attention because it is so directly applicable to me... it's specific... shockingly, surprisingly similar to my senior year, where no amount of mental effort would get me to my 9 AM class... zzz... or 10... or 11... ...)... ... and continues... there is this duality, or more likely plurality, in the mind where your will cannot reign supreme... Because if you fully willed some course of action you would not have to give an order... you would simply be acting... you can imagine trying to choose between your two favourite meals... equal in all regards... and stuck between them because you want them both... understandable... but this is often between something a person knows is good for them and something that they know is bad... or a few choices... some of them they know are good and some of them they know are bad... yet they're still caught in this struggle... (again in his words...) because they are weighed down by habit... habit is too strong when it says... 'do you think you can live without these things?'... when they have become a necessity... ... And... I know... why must everything always come back to habits and become some prolonged life lesson?... ... You ever seen smokers trying to break the habit... One smoker struggling years and years to quit while another quitting the instant a friend dies from lung cancer... never touching it again... this could only be possible if, disregarding all of the physical dependencies and triggers, it was mental... commit completely... 100%... all in... and know you can live without it...... So the battle is really in your mind... like you didn't already know... but how do you win?... ... It occurs to me, first, that if you struggle... in the process of building up the one side of your will you might also strengthen the other... You might even reinforce the habit you are trying to break... the old... 'dont think of a white bear'... 'dont think of a white bear'... 'dont think of a white bear'... 'dont think of a white bear'... ... imprinting of negative reinforcement... just imagine what the, 'dont smoke after you...' mindset could trap you in... ... And, to further how not to break a habit, it actually sounds a lot like the Old Testament to me... 'DO NOT...' had a very prominent place in the Old Testament law... but in the New Testament the law changed... it became positive... 'Love one another'... 'Love the Lord your God'... DO... instead of DO NOT... (There is no try)... maybe it was Jesus pointing out something about our nature that we should really clue in to... and interesting... in Jewish history... maybe I'm wrong but... the commandments the people seemed to falter least on were the positive ones... 'remember the sabbath'... and 'honour your father and your mother'... ... So, in contrast to 'THOU SHALT NOT' a better strategy might be introduce something positive to replace an old habit... change the program in your mind... or interrupt the program... create your own ending while it's in the process... the trigger to smoke after you eat could become soaking in the tub... turning off your alarm clock and sleeping in now becomes getting up to meet with a friend for breakfast... I never could find something to make me get up... but I also never tried...

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Sounds Like

... Marie Antoinette took special delight in the fact that 'pieds' in english is 'foot'... Anyone that understands cursory French can understand why that was so... These are two sayings that cross my path almost daily... and I take some small joy from them... 'Donkey shin'... or thankyou... (in German)... "Danke schon"... and 'Bon Appetite'... good game... (in Italian)... "buona partito"... there are so many more that happen in the course of my day... subtle... quick... they would take too long to point our in the situation... so I just note them... most likely forget them... but count it as a bonus for that day... it's always the small things that make the difference...

Friday, October 23, 2009

Random Thoughts

How in the world could you make a computer program that comes up with a random number?... I never questioned the rnd() command in high school... I assumed... and never questioned... because chance is all around us... we have dice... we flip coins... and you associate this chance onto the computer... you would think the magic of technology would do more... not less... in the realm of chance... so I never asked soemthing like... what kind of process a computer would have to go through to create that competely random number... How could a computer 'program' ever create something that is random?...
... It can't... I know because I googled it... a computer can mimic randomness... like teenage soap operas can mimic teenage drama... through some crazy mathematical formula... and it will appear right... like, and such as, in 10,000 tests of generating a number between 1 and 10 the spread will be near even... it will give you what you expect... but it will never be random... and, actually, the fact that it will always be an even spread is the reason why it's not random... because every once in a billion chance should take over and do something crazy with those numbers...
... This is important for... say... slot machines... and electronic roulette tables... it's a program... and I bet if they knew this it would take away a lot of the fun...
... And this is also important for me... playing a video game right now that supposedly uses random numbers to figure out the outcome... but screwing me over big time... and this is also why I will never play monopoly as a video game...

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Weak

Disclaimer: I don't pretend that I am a selfless person... but I know strength when I see it.

... Last night someone told me that anyone who believes in God is weak...
... That they need to feel like someone is looking after them...
... That they can't stand on their own...
... And this is not exactly news... it's a very common statement... especially when you hear this from a healthy, self-made, strong person... and I can't hold it against them... in all honesty... because I can see where they get this...
... First of all because... and I'll talk about Christians because it's what I know... because most people become a Christian when they are broken... when their life has fallen apart... if they are rich and powerful and healthy what use would they have for God?... everything is already going well... wouldn't success be a sign that they already have a correct outlook on life?... Why look for God?... Why change anything?...
... And so a Christian begins as weak... broken... searching... and that is what the world sees... someone that can't live day to day without leaning on a crutch... and certainly God can be a crutch...
... But that is not where it ends... far from it... there is a journey involved... and the end of that journey is very different from the beginning... I do not think a full grown Christian looks at God as a crutch... an outsider could still say that the person could not live without God... could not stand on their own... won't leave the shore and go out into the ocean... afraid of the freedom or something... but as it plays out in reality God enables to do things that most people that did not believe in God would never be willing to do... would never want to do... Christians may be called weak for needing God... but they also act stronger because they have God...
... And there is a difference between HAVING to have God in your life and WANTING to have God in your life... the bible is full of metaphors about a relationship with God... and they revolve around God as a father... and they revolve around people moving from infants to maturity... now how would it look at 35 if you were still dependent on you parents for everything... Sure you would want to be close to them and learn from them... but the relationship is different than it was when you were 10... You don't have to have them around to survive... but you want them around... Similarly a mature Christian is not afraid of their shadow if they aren't reading their bible and within 10 steps of a church... and maybe it's possible to do everything they already do but simply take God out of the picture... but what would give their actions meaning... it would make their life smaller... (more real, say the scientists... but as GK Chesterton would say... 'Chess players go crazy, not poets'...)... and chances are they would actually not behave in the same way... and not be as strong of character... if God was not involved in their life...
... All you need to do is to look at church leaders in the past to find men and women of great strength...
... What kind of strength would it take not to shrink from death... or torture...
... What strength is there in keeping yourself vulnerable even when you know people will take advantage of you...
... What kind of strength must you show to be selfless, and think of others as you would think of yourself...
... And yes... this is strength... it is the real test of strength... vulnerability... selflessness... even though most people percieve it as weakness...
... Vulnerability can often be a sign of great strength underneath... on a grand scale... Great Britain and the United States have been dominant world powers... Yet they would let themselves get taken advantage of by other countries... keep open trade while other countries keep their borders closed... give money away... in essence, let themselves be vulnerable... and the reason the US could do that is because of its strength... it knows these small bites will not kill it...
... Or in a more individual level... if you ever see 2 dogs cross paths... especially if one is a great big dog and a very small dog... It is the small dog that barks, and bares it's teeth, and does any number of things to show strength... It might even nip at the the big dogs feet... While the big dog just sits there and does nothing... or takes some injury and yet does not fight back... Now which one of these dogs has true strength?...
... The strength of vulnerability... or selflessness since a vulnerable person in this case is a person that thinks of the other person before themselves... can also be seen within a family... for parents have extreme power within their household... yet parents will bear incredible trial and agony in their kids teenage years... they will leave themselves vulnerable to a child's rebuke because they understand that their child has insecurities... that they lash out if they are hurt... because they hope that as they mature... it will put an end to those rebukes...
... Thus vulnerability, though it appears to be a weakness, is often a sign of strength...
... And yet... we have another problem... because the kind of strength that God can bring... the ability to be vulnerable... is the same action that a weak person would do... and so we are faced with another way that Christians can be weak... for... if they let themselves get taken advantage of... we think they are naive... because it is exactly how a naive person would act... if they do good to those who persecute them... we think they are cowards... if they turn the other cheek... because that is how a coward would act... We would ask... if a person is strong why would they let these things happen to them?...

...

... I have often wrestled with this dilemma...

... are you supposed to be a doormat and get walked over because you hope they will eventually change their ways?... Only think of the other person... and not of your pain... be selfless... be strong in character only... Is that what is means to be a true Christian?...

... It's possible to imagine a situation where it seems like you must intervene and fight back... Would you back down from a bully on the playground?... Would you be the Ned Flanders to the conniving Homer Simpson?.... Or on a larger scale - from a long-standing debate we had in grade 10 history class - Would you have let Hitler take over all of Europe?... not intervened... at the cost of millions of lives in concentration camps... because there is little justification in the bible to fight back if all we know is to 'love your enemies'?... All our founding leaders let themselves be killed by evil men... are we supposed to follow their example?...

... 'Unless a seed falls to the ground and dies it cannot produce any wheat'...

... is that what is expected of us?...

... And the answer we came up with at the time was that you should fight back... This isn't the kind of vulnerability that lets a strong men do whatever they like to this selfless person... or a child to whatever they like to the parent... or a country do whatever it likes to another... it means that you treat the other party with respect even if they don't deserve it... you don't take advantage of them in any way... BUT if they come to attack you, or take advantage of you, you can defend yourself because you want to save the attacker from themselves... Just as a parent chastises a child... or a person calls out a friend's error... You care enough about them that you do not want to see them fall into depravity... you stop them... because you actually do 'love your enemies'...

... So that is one side of the coin I guess... Why a person that believes in God appears weak... Why strength sometimes is confused with weakness... Why at many times it really is strength... And even the limits of this kind of vulnerability...

... The other side of the coin is how strength can actually come through weaknesses... through the selflessness that would allow others to take advantage of them... if only there was no one around willing to take advantage of them... because an entire society of people that valued others more than themselves would be a powerful sight to behold...

... For I believe that an entire society made up of selfless, vulnerable people... like a family... is the strongest kind of society that could exist... Romans were not Christians, but their selfless belief in their city drove them to do anything... even die... to defend it... The Romans did feats of incredible bravery, went through torture and fire, because they considered Rome as more important than them... and Romans did not care for wealth while Rome was great... they would give their entire fortunes to the city because they cared more about their city than themselves... and I'm not sure I can attribute this strength or this selfless nature to a belief in god... Romans believed in gods... that is true... but it might simply stem from the fact that they were all Romans... that they had enemies... and from what I think I know, it seems like it was their desire for glory that was the drive behind their selfless acts... perhaps glory in order to please their gods... perhaps glory because they were that close as a people...
... And Rome fell very easily once these selfless values gave way to greed and corruption...
... Now take the US again... it was the selfless acts of people in the US that gave it it's strength... It was George Washington and other generals giving up their power back to the people that enabled the country to even have a chance... it's people giving their lives every day for others because they believe in the country and the principles for which it stands... and I think the US has, for a large percentage of the population, has lost this kind of selflessness... Sure they have it towards their family and close friends... but to complete strangers or even enemies?... there is not that kind of unity... maybe because it has lost an identity that they all share... I don't know... but I think if you take the problems the US has today... and somehow convinced them that they should treat everone in the US how they treat the ones they love (even if they only love themselves)... the problems would most likely be solved in a month... All of them... And the country would come out of it incredibly strong... Like the Roman empire before it...
... But all it takes is one person taking advantage of selfless people for the entire system to crumble... for example... in the US at present... greed is seen as good... And even good intentions can be destroyed by this kind of greed... The bill that set up Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac, and other lending agencies to allow anyone to get loans for college, or houses, was eventually used to ensnare these people in crippling debt... Because colleges rose tuitions, house owners rose prices, and banks rose interest rates... in the end the desire to make money overcame the desire to help the poor and put everyone in a worse situation... skyrocketing debt, defaulted loans, and foreclosures... It was good intentions that created the housing bubble... good intentions mixed with an overvaluation of money...
... But how would you get someone to look at a complete stranger... or a perceived enemy... and treat them with the same kind of respect and dignity that they give their close friends or family?... What can break down barriers of age, race, skin color or language and form the kind of society that we know is possible among close friends and family?... What could create the kind of unity that an enemy figure... or mutual need... does artificially?... What makes a selfless person?...
... Italians and Dutch both seem closer to each other than people back in North America... possibly because they feel an ethnic tie that cannot be found over the seas... but when it is in a place full of very different ethnicities what can be done?...
... Without God the answer has put in place some sort of a contract system... a way of living that each person buys into, fully believing that everyone acting according to this contract will be better off... But the problem has always been that, in reality, people are selfish... and if they recognize an opportunity to take advantage of the contract, without anyone else finding out, they probably will... there is no selfless intent... and I'm going to describe selfless intent like this... the difference between fighting in some other country to win territory verses fighting in your own country to defend your family... fighting for spoil is inherently selfish and a fighter would look for any chance to give themselves the upper hand even amongst his allies as long as they are guaranteed a victory... but fighting for your homes you will do anything and everything, no matter what the danger, to protect the ones you love... You would not dream of cheating the contract because it would do harm to things that you value greater than yourself... without God, outside of your immediate surrounding it is very hard value other people as greater than yourself... or the same as yourself for that matter... It's very hard to induce this kind of selfless intent when the people are complete strangers...
... The newest way to protect the social contract is to have cameras everywhere... to make sure no one is breaking the rules of the contract... but I wonder if this is really the way the general population wants to go... to be spied on...
... In a lot of people's minds that is what God is for the people... a being that sees everything and who will judge you for everything you did on earth... and I think that is why people look at religion as another system of control... similar to these cameras being a system of control...
... But the real issue is not about control but about creating that selfless intent... and it is given in a worldview like Christianity because it sees every person as part of your family... or whatever person close to you creates the kind of selfless feelings that family usually entails... and thus you would treat even complete strangers the kind of way you would treat the person you care about deepest... you would not think about cheating on a social contract because you would never want to hurt them... so it is not an issue of having a big eye in the sky... a great eye of sauron if you will... controlling and monitoring everything... but selfless intent...
... And I'm not going to sit there and say that this kind of action can always benefit the individual person... Sometimes one person gets shafted... and it's usually the most selfless person that takes the hit because they want the best for everyone else... Most church leaders were killed, and let themselves be killed, by those who used force... A lot of religions reflect this kind of selflessness... and most of the times these religious leaders die because of their beliefs... like the story of a prince who saw a mother Tiger too weak to feed her baby... and the prince offered his body to the Tiger in order to save the baby... Could you do that?... because this story is a little our there for North Americans... but we have a similar scenario... would you be willing to be the odd man out of the life-raft in order to save everyone else?... I know I could if it was my family... but could I if it was strangers... and I had a family I was thinking about?... Could I really see them just as much a part of my family as my real family?... It's one thing to talk about being selfless... but a whole other to actually live it out... And unless everyone does... no one can...
... And that is the problem...
... So yes... in a perfect world being selfless offers the greatest chance for a society to be strong... but it also means that each person could not choose to avoid pain or sacrifice and be able to pass it on to another... But even in a broken world a selfless person that keep themselves vulnerable truly shows strength... and the ones that build walls to protect themselves give away weakness...

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

What is more romantic than a band-aid?

There are three possible stories to this balcony... and it's a third of the reason why we came to Verona... 1) It was the house of an ancient family caught in a terrible blood feud, and there really was a 13-year old girl named Guilietta... 2) It was the house used in the 1968 movie of the same name... or lastly... 3) It was completely made up for tourism and the house used to be a brothel...
... keep in mind (2) does not necessarily cancel out (3)...
... And although I want to believe #1... internet bloggers are stuck on #2 and #3... but I guess to me it doesn't matter... because 2 and 3 might actually do more to tell the real story of Romeo and Juliet... and to understand the 'great' love story of William Shakespeare...
... for a brothel's 'play at love' better fits the 'love at first sight' emotions in the play... to be in love with the idea of being in love... to feel the passion of the moment... teenagers on fire... like, she's 13 for crying out loud...
... Enter the courtyard and there is a statue of Juliet in the far corner... under the balcony that she once spoke... and a visitor gains luck in love by feeling her up... now doesn't this brothel metaphor seem to make sense?... love in the moment... romance of the highest order...
... don't get me wrong... there is something about that moment... in this beauty... these star-crossed lovers... and their noble sacrifice... the tragedy... the epic... heroic... the freedom... that takes you out of the mundane... their fierce love... worth everything... because it would be better than a lifetime without it...
... but yet it's cheap love... the kind that kids get from a cookie... a high with no substance...
... it's the grand gesture without any of the small day-to-day things that make it real...
... we never get to see Romeo and Juliet 5 years later... I wonder what that would be like...
... and so I turn away from Juliet in desperate search for something with substance...
... Scoff...
... Worn out paper cards with a couples name scribbled on the front... stuck to the wall with any sort of item one can find... gum seems to be the common item of choice... or bandaids left over after patching up blisters from the worn-out feet of the tourists... bandaids... really?... is there anything more romantic than this?... this is your substance... this is what you have to offer?...
... but...
... this...
... this really does fly in the face of Shakespeare... this does justice to love... a patchwork of good intentions... the mess of each paper given substance because of the whole... like the flurry and turmoil of days made clear in the larger picture of a life together... these strands held together by whatever you are given at the time... clinging for dear life to the wall while the elements constantly beat against you... sharing the trial... battling through the ugly parts of life... what is romance but a bandaid to cover over a hurt?... or to protect against a worn out sole?... What could show more?...

Friday, October 9, 2009

Breaker breaker

So here is a word problem for you... fail and the power will go out in your house...
... The washing machine and the oven can never be on at the same time...
... The oven and the dishwasher can be on at the same time, as long as it's the oven and only one burner on at one time...
... The space heater has two switches... if both switches are on then nothing else can be on...
... The washing machine and the dishwasher can be on at the same time, as long as the washing machine is not on spin cycle...
... If one switch is on for the space heater then up to two other appliances can be on... except only the burner OR the oven can be on... not both... AND as long as the TV is also not on...
... The washing machine switches to spin cycle 15 minutes after it's been on and lasts for about 7 minutes...
... It's 16 degrees inside... it has to get up to 20...
... You have 2 loads of laundry to do...
... You must make supper... baked fish and mashed potatoes...
... You have no clean forks or plates...
... You have 3 hours to get everything done...
... GO...

Monday, October 5, 2009

Week 1

A veteran once told me and a couple other rookies that the only thing that keeps structure on a team is the fine system. Keeps order. Step out of line. Slack. Embarrass the team. Disrespect... the team, as a whole, comes together and puts you back in line.
Now I have to agree on one point... without a check the average person is going to let things slip now and then. And if the team doesn't set things right it will probably end up in a loss or two before a reality check does... and teams can't afford to throw away games.
But in my personal experience the fine system often works against a team. It sets some people up as arbitrary leaders... most of whom have a terrible time with power... and this power dynamic kills team chemistry. FYI. Teams live and die off chemistry.
And what's more, the fear of stepping out of line can become all-encompassing. It can suffocate a team. Stifle creativity. Make the rink not a fun place to come to. In the end the team is worse off. The problem is that some players care more about status and power than winning. I guess it's not surprising, however, because this mentality is common everywhere. But for me it still sucks every time I see it.
This week we finished 1-1 in 2 very close games. With only 4 imports the hockey is harder in a way because more is expected of you in each game. It's going to be a great challenge this year.

Something different

The crazy thing about the internet is when you are bored you can follow any lead you want and find yourself anywhere. Usually this path to anywhere ends up in the same place of prisonplanet.com... but today was national geographic youtube videos of all shapes and sizes... poisonous things... venomous things... dangerouse things... weird things... hunts... fights... and I highly recommend it...

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Never Have I Ever...

Woken from a terribly restless afternoon with a...

... "Do you want to go on a helicopter ride?"...
... How much?...
... "... I'll check... ... ... free... totally free... ... ... but I have to know right now"...
... free!? hmmm... wow... kay wait... Danelle, you wann - 'YES... I mean yes... I mean... ok... /smile/'
... we're in... What time?...

... And that is how I found myself 5 feet from a rockface... going straight up the side... (my heart is somewhere around the sole of my foot)... landing on top of the summit... 3140 m high... with a panoramic view all the way to Austria... It's is how I find myself a cross between sheer panic and sheer wonder... how I find out this pilot is the guy that does every rescue mission in the valley... right now my heart has caused a sort of tunnel vision... it could very easily be a dream... a dream where I'm squeezing very tightly to the back of the seat...

... And suddenly it becomes real... I am here in this moment... When he opens the door to see if Danelle... (she's sitting shotgun)... didn't want to get out, just for fun, on the 5 foot wide pillar of a rock... 1000 feet straight down... No longer in the shelter of our cockpit bubble... ... ... fresh, cold, thin air rushes in to snap me awake...

... Then hovering just above the mountain... inch... forward... forward... and drop... ... ... ... ...

... And I remembered before we got on the helicopter one of the guys said that it's like a rollercoaster... and he goes on rollercoasters all the time in North America... and it would be a breeze... ... ... and in my mind I agreed... ... ... ... ...

... How completely and utterly mistaken that was... because a 300 meter drop on a rollercoaster... tops... 100 miles an hour... is laughable compared to 200 mph, 10 feet above the ground, up the side of the mountain... over the top... then drop off ...iiilll... 2000 feet... iii lll iii ... straight down... free... .... ... fa...ha.. llll... ing... ... floating... held in by your seatbelt... 4, 5, 6, 7- 8... thump thump... 9... thump thump... ... 10 lll iii ... ... ... like a cliff jumper with a parachute and times that by about 1000...

... And I saw the mountain you can climb... The mountain that's in the background of all our pretty pictures... 3000+ meters to the summit... but this time I saw it... not hugging a rockface or looking up from afar... but around... and under... and on top... and above... still makes me a little woozy just thinking... ... ... how unbelievable... totally unbelievable... ... ... and thing is... it's climb-able the one side drops to the base... but the other... the other... Is fairly gradual... I really think I could do it... a 72 year old man did it... and I saw a middle-aged couple at the top from the helicopter...

... They waved at us...

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Steps to Open an Account

... "So I do all the paperwork for you and you come back in fift- minutes"...
... "Was that fift-EEEN or fift-Y?"...
... "Fiftee-e... just a little while you come back okay?"...
... "I know, but fift-EEN or fift-Y"..
... "FiftEE"... "nnN".. "Do you have anything you need to do in town for a while?"
... "Fifteen?... fifteen, like one-five... or fifty, like five-zero?"
... /puzzled look/...
... "fifteen" (Holding up one and five fingers...) "or fifty" (Holding up 5 and a fist)
... "?"...
... "Ummm... tell you what... I... uh... I'll just come back in the afternoon... I actually have someplace to be... in a little while so... you open back up at 2:45 after lunch right?"
... "2:45-3"...
... "Okay great, I'll just see you then"...
... "You want a bancomat card as well?"...
... "Yes, that would be great..."... ... "ciao"...

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Night on the Water

... Staring into a starry night's sky, drinking a 5 euro bottle of wine... waves crash into the beach just down the cliff from where you sit...
... imagine stress relief like the passage of the moon slowly sinking to the horizon...
... sleeping to the cool breeze blowing in from the water...
... a complimentary buffet breakfast and no rush to check out...
... a book I've been dying to read...
... sitting on a private beach... with a warm sun... and a free morning...
... these are the kinds of things that an unheard place like Sermione has to offer...

... It sits on a peninsula... maybe a mile north to south but only 100 steps wide... A little Venice-like city is jam packed between these two shores... and you drive through the whole thing to get to our hotel... a drawbridge the only way in... through a medieval castle set up to divide the strip of land in two... on tourist lined sidewalks... past the greatest gelato spread we've ever seen in the whole entirety of italy... right to the doorstep of an ancient Roman Villa... our hotel... Ideel.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Cruise Control

... Val Gardena... a stretch of towns in a narrow valley all connected by one major road... Plays host to a World Cup of skiing every December... There's a giant statue of a skier set up in commemoration of the annual world cup event here... That is my starting point... rev up the car till then... put it in coast... see how far I go... the tricky part is a traffic circle... where... I've come to decide... the only way to beat it is to go the wrong way and cut off the big loop... not too risky because you can see if there are cars coming into the circle for quite a ways... it's just this pesky moral code/rules of the road that I can't quite shake... And the end goal is to make it all the way from the rink to my home without touching the gas once...

Friday, September 11, 2009

Awkward Time

There are certain... situations... places.... stores... where even the best of friends, if they happen to meet, by accident, on separate errands... can never spawn productive conversation... that even these best of friends are caught wordless... awkward as a first date... casual greeting to weird goodbye... because so intent on your first goal... so private... ... ... and so disconnected is this friend from your first goal... so unwelcome... that only for want of politeness you speak to them at all... to decrease rudeness you linger... and you speak of weather, and NFL football... but all you really want to do is the first thing you have in mind... that lingers in the background...
... Not, for example, a doctors office where you know you should not linger... Not on the street, because a wave might just do... it's shopping centers... gyms... where you still see them... are close to them... keep running into them... and the whole time you really don't talk because they're just not part of your supermarket route... and so... in decency you arrange a further meeting at some coffee house at some later date... want to or not... I'll see you there...

Monday, September 7, 2009

What's Your Addiction?

To apire to addiction. It goes a little something like this. You're entertained. You get used to it. You think about it. You worry about it. You work your life around it. Your crave it. Addiction. It absorbs you. You absorb in yourself. A jerk to everyone around you in the way of... Rush through everything else you do to get back to... Caught in a spiral of a lost job and empty pizza boxes cluttering your room until... Your parents cancel your World of Warcraft subscription. You yell and scream and threaten to run away forever.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YersIyzsOpc

Find a new addiction... repeat...

For cocaine or heroine... addiction is documented science... your body goes through chemical changes... it adds on more neororeceptors... it changes what your body thinks is normal... in essence... the drug is required by your body in order to reach what it thinks is homeostasis... without it your body screams something is wrong...

But crazy internet person contends that the process is not just for good feelings... but normalcy...

Anger... Bitterness... Pity... Happiness... experience them enough times and it will become a normal state... a normal reaction... so eventually a bitter person won't feel normal... they won't feel homeostasis... unless they have these bitter emotions attaching themselves to neuroreceptors... a jogger won't feel content unless they get that rush from working out...

And thus we make ourselves slaves to our emotions... we are trapped in our ruts... our habits... the reactions we have carved out in our minds... and thus we make ourselves happy in the worst of situations... fearful in the best... angry over nothing... we place ourselves into bitterness because we need it... we put ourselves into the victim because it feels normal... emotionally... our body craves it like food...

Because we have trained our body to think is normal...

So the next time you see someone trapped in a state of despair... or pity... or anger... or jealousy... the next time a person's reaction doesn't seem to fit the context... realize... possibly... that they might be as hopelessly trapped as a heroine addict...

Relaxing

A fisherman walking up the stream that runs through our town. Fly-fishing. Hip waders. Mountains surrounding. The line darting back and forth as he casually climbs up the shallow water...
... Peaceful...
... I doubt that I could ever enjoy doing it. I'm sure it looks better than it really is. Wet, slippery rocks. Fighting agains the current. Cold, tired... But if I was sipping coffee watching him fish... I think it would be pretty cool.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Val Gardena

I challenge myself when I write... to overcome the obstacle of words... I hate, I hate, I hate... wanting more... words that begin with... I can't describe it... won't do it justice... you had to be there... these products of a lack of creativity... I've never fallen back on those lines... intentionally... And while some must go... I dearly hope in my writing... very little is lost in the medium... to try to give them the same view... the same sense... the same emotion... as it was to live it... make the light as bright as possible... the mirror polished the best it can...
... But I may have met my match... here are jagged cliffs towering over green valleys... Here are waterfalls in every direction... houses built in the side of cliffs... sheep grazing on green meadows... farmers cutting down grass by hand... beside audis and BMW's... beside wireless internet stores... beside vineyards... It's like nothing I've ever seen before... here I don't want my words to get in the way of this place... it has to be seen... felt... lived...
... I might have to start using the camera again... maybe even step up to the new video camera... if I must...

Sunday, August 30, 2009

I've Never Seen a Bloodless Revolution... But Maybe it's Necessary

Simplified.

Protestanta revolted against the Catholics control of information.

Democracy revolted from the Kings control of political power.

United States revolted from Britain's control of the monetary system.

Simplified. It's Freedom from Oppression. It's a fight about control.

And in my simplified world there seems to be two ways to fight against it. Either work from within for gradual change, or leave it altogether and change it from without... God help you when the two forces finally collide.

The greatest example of this is the differences between the French and English revolution. The bloody revolution in France (from without) set against the gradual revolution of Great Britain (from within). From this one particular example, it seems clear that change from within is better, but I think the most important question to ask is... would the revolution in England would have been possible without the mess that arose in France?

And the answer effects us all.

For it appears that every generation has their own form of revolution. Every young person faces the entrenchment of the older and must determine how they will face it. Gradually... through the slow, torturous.. process of time... change minds... or immediately, band together with like-minded individuals and 'revolt'.

The answer is not so simple. It probably depends on how willing the elders are to change, or maybe the younger are to learn. It depends on patience. And how much time can really be given to the process.

So... in turnt... the first question is

1) Speed... working from without makes the change quicker... but more volatile...

Governments, groups, councils, boards are set in place to make sure change is slow, deliberate, and safe... but conditions happen where change needs to be faster. If a person is on their deathbed should you spend time talking about how they should eat better or get more exercise to help their cholesterol? No, you quicken the pace and get a heart transplant?

That is why in any time of peril the Romans would elect leaders and give them ultimate power over the land in order to quickly address the problem... in hopes that once the peril was overcome these men would return, give their power back to the people, and once again put on the clothes of an ordinary citizen.

BUT

... working from without can cause the same sort of absolute control of leadership that they hated in the first place. For example, although it sped up the process of getting things done, Rome was finally overcome when a few generals refused to give their power back to the bureaucracy... and, millenia later, only by a stroke of luck was Washington able to convince the American generals to give their power to the American people after the revolution...

2) ... working from without makes the change cleaner... you don't have to parse through loads and loads of accumulated junk and precedent... you begin with a clean slate and make what you want... there are no half-measures. If something doesn't work you scrap it. If entrenchment is too deep you cut it.

... this is probably the kind of measure that President Obama wishes he could do with health insurance. Completely overhaul the whole thing and begin again... And might be the only solution to save it.

BUT

... working from without will also mean you lose your history. You throw out Frankenstein only to realize how valuable some of the parts really were. Systems in place set up in the course of history to address real problems that arise when working with people in a community. A completely new health care bill will most likely miss a lot of the necessary care now set in place in the present, confused system.

... in some cases...

... you lose resources. You lose people, support, money, and a host of things that are available to people who choose to work from the inside out.

... you set a terrible precedent. You make it acceptable to do the same thing you just did in the future. It's hard to hammer out the value of sticking to something through hard times when your own life is a testament of rebellion. Sulla took over Rome only to give up power once his changes were enacted, but setting precedent for Caesar years later...

... you create enemies. People actively opposed to the way you do things... or maybe just hesitant to lend you support because they disapprove of your methods. And sometimes all it would have taken was listening just a bit to have them as allies...

... So I guess I'll repeat what I said at first... if possible, change from within is better... but sometimes it's just not possible...

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Dream Diary

So, like the riddle, I'm trapped in a square room with no doors and no windows... except this time there's a door on each wall... 4 in total... all open... but the problem is.. if I walk towards the door, and am looking at the door, it closes and locks... BUT... if I walk to the door, and not looking directly at it, the door stays open and I can go through. It's about this point, asleep and dreaming, I realize that I'm in the process of discovering some amazing.. self... -er... discovery... or something... Some ultimate truth... and then it all becomes clear... maybe... just maybe... I should never ever watch where I am going... except out of the corner of my eye... and only then in such a way that the magical door doesn't realize that I can see it in my peripheral vision... because that's how I get to Candyland...

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Tailgating

It is ultimately so frustrating...

... To speed up every passing section on the highway... without fail... only to slow down once it's back to a single lane... without remorse...
... To never let yourself get passed... An innately human and oh so competitive trait the we have... this selfish gene demands one never get passed on the highway... one never get beaten... ever... and we have no control over it... it's the animal part of our instincts... look around... our school systems... our wars... this same story is written over the entire history of human civilization... keeping others down... keeping them behind you... rising above... making sure they won't make it to Calgary until after sunset... here is every dictatorship that ever existed... on display in the extremely mundane... right at that second... right as I'm already pulled over and driving beside them... they follow an instinct...

And talk about keeping the man down... cops choose these passing areas to run radar on... right at the very end... right as you're speeding to juuust pass that one last car before it ends... and again... To radar you at the bottom of a downhill section... as a vast majority of drivers happen to be in neutral coasting down to save on gas... picking up a way too much speed...

I'm just lucky everyone else was doing the same speed and I wasn't the one culled...

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

I Wanna Grow Old With You

The cutest old couple I ever saw was a man and wife in Charleston that used to come to our Stingrays games... matching knit Stingray sweaters with a Stingray blanket to cover them, and the wife with an old blue jofa Stingray hockey helmet for protection... Came to every game... he used to help her walk down the stairs...

The second cutest old couple was this afternoon walking arms around each other... his arm around her shoulders... her arm around his waist... her head leaning on his shoulder... in matching super small steps... with their cute little dog in a sweater following just behind them...

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Wrong Way

There's nothing more embarrassing than turning the wrong way down a one-way street... except for, in your attempt to turn off that one way, to ONCE AGAIN turn the wrong way down a one-way street.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Miss Manners

It's amazing how stubbornly some people refuse to make eye contact with you. Pretend that they don't see you or are aware of your presence. Pretend you don't exist or that you're not worth anything. It's very unnerving. It's what, I guess, some homeless people must feel from the side of the street as they watch people going about their day. Ignoring the only words you remember. The only conversation you have left. The way you ask for money. It's horrible. It's what I feel today as I rush to catch an elevator as the doors are closing... and I know they hear my footsteps... and I know their stares at their feet are guilty... and I know they will let it close...

Thursday, July 30, 2009

God, keep me from hurting my self today

God, keep me from hurting my self today,
My body aches, to my dismay,
It has been 'Aye', that hurt me so,
For fear that I would but say no.
And live amongst the consequence,
Of angry jeers and common sense,

Detest them both I do it seems,
For I would like to live my dreams,
And have the life of TV shows,
Of NBC's and HBO's,
To never have to sweat the small,
Cause leading roles don't take the fall,
And I'm the main star in my life,
What shall I fear of sin and strife?

But somewhere in midst of din,
Real-i-ty keeps creeping in,
Begins to kick up quite a fuss,
Begot from wrongful living thus,

My rowdy eyes, they're full of lust,
Look 'round and 'round to seek the lost,
But not to bring them home again,
Per chance to spy my new best friend.

My body weak, 'tis full of sloth,
And falls to them that say I doth,
Protest too much of wine methinks,
So call around another drink,

My shallow mind, full up on dross,
Spends no more time up on the cross,
Than searching for the latest news,
Of tumbling stocks and shameless shrews,

A spider caught me in its web,
While surfing through the flo and ebb,
The tide that never will abet,
Addicted to the internet,

I look around how others fare,
If only up to them compare,
I'd rise above this filthy mob,
And never work this stinking job

Stuck in this heat it's hard to not,
be angry with your landed lot,
And only thing to keep you up,
Is prideful glance at lesser's cup,

Would that I turned from sins all seven,
And placed my eyes firm back on heaven.
Remember again some things of worth,
To spend my time at here on earth.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Lost

Some random nice older lady got lost in the park today... I couldn't help it... I was tired... and running the other direction... and before I realized... I was too far past to fix it... Stop jogging once you've started and it's almost impossible to start again... it's the stops that kill you... So when.. 'Are the tennis courts this way?'... finally registers... pointing the way I came from... my brain, stuck in my own little jogging world... thinks... technically... I past the courts... ergo... I came from the courts... they're behind me... in my running past... but unfortunately... intermittently... I ran through the maze of Stanley Park... And the courts are where I was running back to... So lady, if you hear this... the tennis courts are behind you... just follow me...

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Welcome to Vancouver

If you ever drove into the capital city... 'Welcome to Regina: That's with an R... As in the word 'Ridiculous'... As in Your Face is Ridiculous'... would be the greeting to my home town... half-heart-warming... half-educational... ... a sign I'm accustomed to reading more times than I want to think about... The path to the hockey rink... And the path to the golf course... And the path to Fort Qu'appelle... And the path to Kelliher...
... Winnipeg boasts a real home-townish... 'Welcome to Winnipeg: Where Mosquitos will F'ing kill you!... That means YOU... Yes YOU... No Joke... Stay in the car... there's nothing to see here anyways'...
... Off to the west... 'Welcome to Calgary: Yes, This Really IS the Highway and yes, it runs right through the whole city... No... we're not going to change it... Good Luck With Traffic'...
... And our Northerly borthers rock the... 'Welcome to Edmonton /slash Welcome to Saskatoon: We Know, it's really far out of the way... some people like that'...
... Well... you can imagine my surprise when I happen to run into a sign that reads 'Welcome to Vancouver'... and then what came just after... which was... 'Welcome to Vancouver: Nuclear Weapons Free Zone'... ... ... no joke... that's what it said... This isn't America... is it?... is this America Danny?...

Monday, July 20, 2009

My Last Name

I was recommended Mr Lube and thus went with some sort of trust in my head that I wouldn't get screwed over... and now... half an hour later... I feel like the trust was misplaced... I feel like I was screwed over... I feel like I paid an extra $94.99 for something that I didn't need... and I eventually want to know if it's true... and then do everything I can to destroy the company that lies to its customers...
... But until that day I take pleasure in the fact that I now know the meaning of my last name... Chekhov... my mechanic... in between recommending new air filters... every kind of flush in the book... and the thing I ended up getting done with my radiator... said that in Poland, Ukraine, and Russia... a 'bernaak?'... was a tugboat... before the invention of a tugboat... in essence a man that pulled a boat through difficult areas by rope... who would have known huh?

Saturday, July 11, 2009

In Hindsight

It's just like all the others... a book where you have to keep reading and reading to figure out the important thing at the end... with smaller 'aha' places as you go... a can't put down book because the thing you must know is hidden... covered in layers and layers of secret information dug up one step at a time... and you chase after the key... that fits... that opens up the mystery... and lets the rest of the action make sense... really bad cults do this in an effort to make money... and what is lost and 24 if not this in a TV show... and the only difference with this book is that the subject is new... wizards... and not necessarily new, but new in that it's aimed at youth... and riddled with teenage angst... similiar to Twilight... and vampires... and girl teenage angst... and layers...
... because... these layers to be discovered could never be real life... adults for one... adults that know better... yet fail to tell Harry the most important and pressing details concerning his life and his safety... the most important and pressing details concerning everyone's life and safety... until the end of the book at least... after Harry has been through 800 pages of misunderstandings, jealousy, injustice and fits of anger... where if only those in charge of his safety would simply tell him that... for example... they think there is a mental connection between Voldemort and Harry... or that Voldemort is trying to locate and steal the prophecy about him and Harry... or that Dumbledore is going to fake to pay no attention to Harry so that it protects Harry from Dumbledore's enemies in the ministry of magic... or that Voldemort might use the connection he has with Harry to show him visions of things that aren't necessarily true... ... ... instead of just thinking about possibly doing it the whole time until it's too late and Sirius is dead...
... The only thing it does create is a lot of angst... teenage angst... frustrating, mind-numbing, pain-staking, stupid childish teenage angst... and when you're older... nostalgia for that ridiculous teenage angst...
... And that is just one book...
... Every book is the same... just different...
... And... Think about it... If you get to the end of each book... and stop... and consider the plot from the start... the actions don't add up... completely sane actors would act completely different in order to give the outcomes the greatest chance of success... the only thing the lack of sanity does is put Harry in the most awkward and terrible situations... further misunderstanding and injustice so that the finale can feel that much more solved and salvatory... like... in the next book... if Dumbledore really wants to go into a cave to destroy one of Voldemort's bewitched items... why wouldn't he bring 3 actual adults from the Order of the Phoenix... not one boy that couldn't protect him at all if they were attacked?... why wouldn't Dumbledore tell everyone in the Order of the Phoenix about the plan to destroy all those bewitched items?... why only Harry?... Why wouldn't Dumbledore tell everyone else about Malfoy's plan to try to sneak Death Eaters into the school so everyone is prepared for it?...
... Just saying...
... The only thing it does is keep the reader in the dark... and make them read till the end... read so fast that they fail to stop and consider the holes throughout the whole thing...
... That said... it's still a really good book...

Friday, July 10, 2009

Be Bad

The words of advice that I got from Arnold Schwarzenegger... We met an an LA Kings game... Just chit-chatting like old friends... he had his German accent and everything... and he finds out I'm a hockey player myself... just as a huge line brawl is happening on the ice... and he's talking about how tough you have to be to play hockey... then he gives me an autograph... yes, I asked him for an autograph in my dream... on my LA Kings roster sheet... and he wrote... in big letters... 'Whan you aare in aa fight, be baad aand fight'...
... and I woke up just as Shaq was making his way over to say hi... stupid alarm clock...

Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Run Inn

I went back to 'The Run Inn' today because my oddly shaped feet tore through the sole of the shoe in 3 weeks... Wet grass and dirt makes these things roughly 3 years old... looking at them on my way into the store I thought a 10% discount might be asking too much... no receipt... no nothing... my word... that's it...
... I show him the shoe... tell him the story... thinking this is the worst story I've ever heard of in my entire life... that I wouldn't give him the shoe if he came to me like this... ... ...
... 'Do you think if I give you the same shoe it'll just happen again?'... 'Ya, I guess'... 'Here, how about I trade you and give you this (BRAND NEW) shoe'... 'that's okay I'll just come back with the rec-'... ... ... BLINK... BLINK... 'Wha!?'... 20 seconds later I'm walking out the store with some New Balance 622's... and that's how it happened... Honest... What else can I do to help this store out?

Tough as Nails

The guy in the elevator had dislocated 3 fingers on his right hand... the power tool he was using caught on some robar and spun his fingers till they were facing sideways... I asked him what worker's comp does for something like that... he smiled... chuckled... 'I just twisted them back in place an kept working'... he had them all bandaged up in a makeshift tape job...
... This is the main reason today why I have no sympathy for myself in the process of a chest wax... but I promise you that '40 Year Old Virgin' does little justice to exactly how it feels... 3 is nothing... just a warmup... and only after 10 or so strips does it really start to build on itself... and then there's the expectancy of the next... and the next... and next... and... ... ... right down the middle before the neck is the worst...

Monday, June 29, 2009

Blades of Steel

I wanted to see how it felt like to skate again... So I rented some rollerblades and went around the seawall... $5 dollars an hour... minimum of 2 hours... ouch... ... ...
... Now, the only real motivation I have biking around the seawall is to see how many people I can pass on my way... more importantly... to see to it that I never get passed in return... year to date... perfect record... I've never been passed...
... but I realize... sadly... rollerblading today will probably see the end of my streak... -sniff-... but I won't go down without a fight... and in the course of the first 10 minutes it becomes clear that I might have been wrong... cause I'm sailing... I pass walkers... runners... ...walkers... not-so-good-bladers... picture takers... bikers-pulling-baby-carts... resters... working-out-bladers... sun-tanners... fairly-fast-bikers... just sailing I tell you... and each time I... 'ON YOUR LEFT!!' and add a little braking sound from the rubber stopper on my right skate just to grab their attention... they jump a bit... you get that little small elation of joy... and the person up ahead of you deflates... thinks... 'oh, I guess there's someone faster than me on this path'... moves over... and sees me take off around the next corner to be forgotten... VICTORY!... AND... and... just up ahead I happen to see a biker going fairly-fast speed and he's just about to pass some rollerbladers... and in my professional opinion... acting way too smugly about this pass for his own good... craziest thing is... I'm gaining on him... quickly... and to look at him... I mean c'mon... so smug, thinks he's going so fast... so here I am... defender of truth and justice... coming up on his tail... about to fly by... in the midst of his smugness... I have him... in my sights... just a few more seconds... he doesn't even know right now, but soon he will and it will be too late... and he's so excited about passing those bladers and thinks he's so great... and... instants now... the insanity... the horribly terrific irony... hahahahHAHA!... .... ... -break screech-... mid-yelll... 'ON YOUR L-'... when... -just then-... a bell... and a tire... and biker... flies by me on the right side... around the next corner... like a shot... gone... leaving me in the dust...