Leaving Harvard slash living with Danelle has succesfully combined to provide me with the very fortunate, very favorable opportunity to play the long sought for, highly coveted, hugely challenging, and very involving role of a 'grammar nazi'...
- breathe -
... Secondly and more importantly...
... Not to be challenged on my challenges pertaining to grammar...
... 'I ain't had but cereal for breakfast'...
... 'Ya'll best be coming back later'...
... On random words like 'crokies' and 'coozies'...
... And add on Danelle's remarkable ability to have two words in her mind... who instead of picking one and going with it... combines the two into one master word...
... 'You're such a... a... a... 'neron'... (a combination of nerd and moron)... we should have a 'fluit' for the bbq... (a combination of platter and fruit not knowing which one she should use first)...(and... Unfortunately for the 10 or so times this has happened in my recent memory, none of them made the journey to get stored into my long term memory... so... hopefully... updates will come later)...
Friday, August 15, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Karma
Karma.. 'what goes around comes around'... in especial essence.. in certain circumstances... is a way of wishing, expecting, hoping... revenge... without taking the effort of enacting it...
... So to you person that did the thing that set me off... you know who you are...
... Bad form...
... bad karma...
... So to you person that did the thing that set me off... you know who you are...
... Bad form...
... bad karma...
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Personal Best?
As a pretty good mediocre athlete myself... slightly better than an armchair athlete and YET not in the NHL... I commiserate a little with our Canadian athletes at the Olympics... Where they get a personal best... yay... be all happy and content... hurra... and YET come in 7th in qualifiers... 45th overall...
... success or failure?...
... 45th best in the world... is really not bad... not bad at all out of billions of people... sort of billions... I guess... maybe thousands or tens of thousands for people who actually do your skill... but 45 out of thousands is still really good...
... So good job personal best... kudos and all that... maybe one day... maybe if we start treating our olympic athletes as professionals like the US or China and we might see that personal best turning into a medal...
... If we stop making them work a job and train at the same time... where fatigue from the job cramps any sort of training they might have... NBC did a story on Phelps... his biggest worry after swimming is if his dog snores to much and keeps him up... getting enough to eat... and that's it...
... equals gold... 12 to be exact...
... success or failure?...
... 45th best in the world... is really not bad... not bad at all out of billions of people... sort of billions... I guess... maybe thousands or tens of thousands for people who actually do your skill... but 45 out of thousands is still really good...
... So good job personal best... kudos and all that... maybe one day... maybe if we start treating our olympic athletes as professionals like the US or China and we might see that personal best turning into a medal...
... If we stop making them work a job and train at the same time... where fatigue from the job cramps any sort of training they might have... NBC did a story on Phelps... his biggest worry after swimming is if his dog snores to much and keeps him up... getting enough to eat... and that's it...
... equals gold... 12 to be exact...
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
So you think you can...
... It did... it ended... and I won't tell you who won... but I went from being forced to watch it by crazy dancing queen girlfriend... to actually liking the show and wanting to watch it with enlightened dancing queen wife...
... Definitely need a good dose of UFC right afterwards still just to feel that all is right with the world...
... Definitely need a good dose of UFC right afterwards still just to feel that all is right with the world...
Monday, August 11, 2008
Drumheller!
I'm not sure what to make of Drumheller... the ultimate tourist trap... Fake dinosaurs on every street corner... 3 museums on every street... the largest dinosaur in the world (6 stories high)... a mini-golf course of dinosaurs... the largest reptile exhibit in the world... go-karts with dinosaurs... 2 different coal museums... a museum of an old school... even a head of a t. rex on the wall of the local IGA... it's insane... might as well make a bid for the largest spool of yarn while you're at it...
... It's cool... it's quaint... it's heart-felt... it's... ... great... ... ... why are they here?... couldn't they do so much more in the middle of some University or zoo or something?... Like... Calgary?... And I'd have been there 5 years ago...
... that said... there's something about a small town's unabashed enthusiasm...
... Love it...
... Case in point...
... The nice, smiling, old traffic director guiding us into the museum... into a parking lot no bigger and no more confusing than walmart... no need... no reason... we could easily find our way... but I somehow feel welcome because of it... he directs us to our parking spot... not 5 feet from where he was standing... earning a small laugh... a small swelling of our hearts...
... how could you not love his smile... I don't know why he's here... could be a number of reasons why he's here... some good... some bad... I hope good... and the smile...
... See through the tourist trap all you want... the effort does it for me... that's enough... AND... the museum is actually really great... And I need the adverbs because I know that's what it would take for me to detour nearly 2 hours out of my trip along the #1...
... I say... along with some passable hiking trails... it's just barely worth the 1 hour detour off highway #1... But only if it's your return trip from the mountains... and only if you have half a day free...
... We do the museum... enjoy it... get some good pictures... use an active imagination to think what it would be like if these things were alive... hypothesize what it would take to kill a T. Rex... decide on either a big trap with bait... or an AK-47... give the traffic director a smile and a thankyou... of which Danelle calls says "and I guess you felt really good about that"... which I did... and back on the highway home...
... It's cool... it's quaint... it's heart-felt... it's... ... great... ... ... why are they here?... couldn't they do so much more in the middle of some University or zoo or something?... Like... Calgary?... And I'd have been there 5 years ago...
... that said... there's something about a small town's unabashed enthusiasm...
... Love it...
... Case in point...
... The nice, smiling, old traffic director guiding us into the museum... into a parking lot no bigger and no more confusing than walmart... no need... no reason... we could easily find our way... but I somehow feel welcome because of it... he directs us to our parking spot... not 5 feet from where he was standing... earning a small laugh... a small swelling of our hearts...
... how could you not love his smile... I don't know why he's here... could be a number of reasons why he's here... some good... some bad... I hope good... and the smile...
... See through the tourist trap all you want... the effort does it for me... that's enough... AND... the museum is actually really great... And I need the adverbs because I know that's what it would take for me to detour nearly 2 hours out of my trip along the #1...
... I say... along with some passable hiking trails... it's just barely worth the 1 hour detour off highway #1... But only if it's your return trip from the mountains... and only if you have half a day free...
... We do the museum... enjoy it... get some good pictures... use an active imagination to think what it would be like if these things were alive... hypothesize what it would take to kill a T. Rex... decide on either a big trap with bait... or an AK-47... give the traffic director a smile and a thankyou... of which Danelle calls says "and I guess you felt really good about that"... which I did... and back on the highway home...
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Drumheller?
Somewhere along the way home to Regina we got sidetracked along a highway.. I have.. for many years.. wanted to drive down... And we're now here in the middle of nowhere... Drumheller...
... Tomorrow we plan on waking up at 7:45.. breakfast from 7:45-8.. waterslide for 30 minutes from 8-8:45.. The dinosaur museum from 9-9:45.. And on the road to Regina by 10...
... Tomorrow we plan on waking up at 7:45.. breakfast from 7:45-8.. waterslide for 30 minutes from 8-8:45.. The dinosaur museum from 9-9:45.. And on the road to Regina by 10...
Friday, August 8, 2008
Almost died... no big deal
I didn't almost die from the very best food I've ever had in my entire life in the Steakhouse at the Fairmont Lake Louise...
... But it was to die for...
I didn't almost die at 5 am in the morning when we got up to go canoe out on Lake Louise and watch the sunrise... though I felt dead at the wake-up call...
... It was cool...
I didn't almost die at the Banff Fairmont when we sat in the restaurant overlooking the 15th hole for an hour without getting service until we walked out...
... But I was hungry...
I didn't almost die taking Danelle shopping through Banff in the afternoon...
... But I sat outside more and more stores as the day wore on...
I didn't almost die just outside the door of my car that I left for a second to get a better view of the black bear as it wandered in the ditch... or again in a similar situation with the grizzly 5 minutes later...
... It was awesome...
BUT I did almost die at Johnston Canyon trails when midway up the path hurricane force winds blew over trees up and down the trail... lightning striking all around us... and rain soaking us unprepared t-shirt wearers that we were...
... Trees were completely uprooted... Trees had fallen on cars in the parking lot... Trees were swaying over the highway as we drove back to Banff... and suddenly in front of us three trees were fallen over blocking the highway...
... In the middle of a lightning storm about 20 or so of us guys... (asians tourists flashing cameras the whole time... European guy that chances are hadn't showered in a month.... Bikers on Harley Davidsons... Doctor guy worried about infections from tree sap... and Canadian families with teenage kids in tow ready to prove their toughness...) decided to act like men for ten minutes and pushed the massive, very heavy, very dangerous, trees off the road so the cars could get through...
... And job well done back in Canmore at our hotel we meet a couple whose daughter had just been married August 1st... a gymnist instructor... they offer out their place for a few weeks to us next summer if we want it... right on the #1 hole at Silvertip... and who they tell us Danelle should come and work with in Calgary if things work out for me there...
... This right here is why you can't help but love Canadians... the openness... the transience (as he called it in his thesis) of western people still figuring out their lives... the freedom of mobility... no factions... no stagnation... no structure... no cliques... no politics... at least not yet.
... But it was to die for...
I didn't almost die at 5 am in the morning when we got up to go canoe out on Lake Louise and watch the sunrise... though I felt dead at the wake-up call...
... It was cool...
I didn't almost die at the Banff Fairmont when we sat in the restaurant overlooking the 15th hole for an hour without getting service until we walked out...
... But I was hungry...
I didn't almost die taking Danelle shopping through Banff in the afternoon...
... But I sat outside more and more stores as the day wore on...
I didn't almost die just outside the door of my car that I left for a second to get a better view of the black bear as it wandered in the ditch... or again in a similar situation with the grizzly 5 minutes later...
... It was awesome...
BUT I did almost die at Johnston Canyon trails when midway up the path hurricane force winds blew over trees up and down the trail... lightning striking all around us... and rain soaking us unprepared t-shirt wearers that we were...
... Trees were completely uprooted... Trees had fallen on cars in the parking lot... Trees were swaying over the highway as we drove back to Banff... and suddenly in front of us three trees were fallen over blocking the highway...
... In the middle of a lightning storm about 20 or so of us guys... (asians tourists flashing cameras the whole time... European guy that chances are hadn't showered in a month.... Bikers on Harley Davidsons... Doctor guy worried about infections from tree sap... and Canadian families with teenage kids in tow ready to prove their toughness...) decided to act like men for ten minutes and pushed the massive, very heavy, very dangerous, trees off the road so the cars could get through...
... And job well done back in Canmore at our hotel we meet a couple whose daughter had just been married August 1st... a gymnist instructor... they offer out their place for a few weeks to us next summer if we want it... right on the #1 hole at Silvertip... and who they tell us Danelle should come and work with in Calgary if things work out for me there...
... This right here is why you can't help but love Canadians... the openness... the transience (as he called it in his thesis) of western people still figuring out their lives... the freedom of mobility... no factions... no stagnation... no structure... no cliques... no politics... at least not yet.
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