Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Universal Suffrage

It's a weird term, universal suffrage, and I didn't immediately recognize the meaning when my brother used it a while ago.  Sometimes it's hard to remember that there are still places in the world that don't have it - the right for everyone to democratically vote for their governmental representatives.  And my brother was right in the middle of it.

Hong Kong made some front page news a couple of months ago when thousands upon thousands of people clogged the busiest streets in the city to protest the Chinese government's decision to vet the candidates who would run for the first democratic election of the region's chief executive, which will happen in 2016.  Made up of mostly students and pro-democracy activists, the people wanted free elections as well as the immediate resignation of the current chief executive, a deeply unpopular guy.  One of the fascinating points during the course of the sit-in demonstration was that the government's use of pepper spray and riot police had the exact opposite effect on the protest - it actually made it bigger.

So, now, months later, there are still people sitting in the Central, Admiralty, and Mong Kok districts, protesting for their right to universal suffrage.  My parents are over there right now, visiting my brother and other friends and relatives, but back in October my father told me that he didn't agree with the protestors.  Even though he's been living here, in a democratic society, for the majority of his life.  I found it a bit surprising and odd, but then he gave his reason. I think he felt that the students were demanding more than what we in Canada have.  We actually don't get to elect our Prime Minister.  A much smaller group of people decide who the leaders of the parties will be, and then based on the MPs who are successfully elected, the leader of the party with the majority (or largest minority, as the case may be) becomes Prime Minister.  I had to admit that he had a point.  Sometimes I find that I'm torn between the individual I want to represent me and the party I want to have the power in parliament, which would result in the Prime Minister we will have to make decisions for the whole country.  It all gets a bit diluted in the end.

The fact that China agreed for Hong Kong to have elections of any kind was already a huge step up.  The chief executives had been appointed by a committee since the handover in 1997, and prior to that, the Governor of Hong Kong was appointed by the British monarch.  They haven't had any kind of choice for their leader in over a hundred years.  As it is with everything, baby steps are probably the best way to go.  We really have to remember who we're dealing with.  China is still, despite their recent capitalistic tendencies, a Communist country.  China is not going to back down on their decision for Hong Kong's first election.  I will be supremely surprised if they do.

All of these events led me to really consider our own elections last month.  Unfortunately, since I live just outside of Toronto, I wasn't able to vote for the mayor.  I'm not sure if the end result will lead to positive changes or not, but I think just the fact that we had a choice at all was important, and I'm glad that more people showed up to vote than in previous years.  Baby steps.

"Everyone here is ready to go, it's been a hard year with nothing to show"

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Soundbites

This year's TIFF experience can only be described as a mixed bag.  Given that it was the busiest one to date (I was downtown every day for 2 weeks straight), the odds are pretty good that it would have been interesting, if not eventful.

So, in between working, volunteering, and sometimes sleeping, I was able to see 12 films this year:

Out of Nature
My Old Lady
Cart
Do I Sound Gay?
Jauja
The Cobbler
Preggoland
This Is Where I Leave You
Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet
Adult Beginners
What We Do In The Shadows*
The Imitation Game*

(* MUST SEE FILMS!)

As a result, there are just too many moments to mention, so I'll try to condense it all into decently sized soundbites (in no particular order):

The Close Encounters

The unavoidable celebrity sightings this year included one that was not my own (my friend, on returning home from San Francisco, saw Jake Gyllenhall waiting at the luggage carousel like a normal person), some that were super close (Robert Pattinson, Patricia Clarkson, and Adam Sandler), and some that were just out of reach (John Cusack!).  For the record, Patricia Clarkson is the loveliest person.  In the span of 2 days, I twice witnessed as she rolled down the tinted window of the car, leaned out and either expressed her hope that we would be successful getting rush tickets to her film or thanked the people waiting after the screening to get her photo or autograph.  For the first instance, I just waved and didn't mention that we were waiting for a different film.

The most ironic scenario occurred as my fellow volunteers and I formed the human barricade to let Roger Waters (of Pink Floyd fame) move from his limo short bus to the waiting throngs of middle aged guys asking him to sign their vinyl albums before heading in through the back door of the theatre.  When he was clear of the sidewalk, the head rep told us to let the pedestrians pass but to close ranks in front of the entrance to make sure nobody rushed in.  As soon as we did it, we all looked at each other and someone said what I think we were all thinking: "I am a brick in the wall.  Literally."

The Q&A's

The best Q&A was the one with Viggo Mortensen.  After watching an "interesting" film called Jauja, we were treated to a rambling story about filmmaking and a mini debate about certain scenes in the film (as for me, I'm still processing it).

The most surreal Q&A had to be the one for My Old Lady, where the TIFF moderator brought the whole thing to an abrupt halt when he fainted on stage.  Kevin Kline was a hero and rushed over to him immediately, and while they waited for medical assistance, the audience quietly exited the theatre.

The funniest Q&A was for What We Do In The Shadows, where the filmmaker and star maintained a complete deadpan and serious discussion about what it was like to make a documentary about vampires living together in a flat in the suburbs of New Zealand.  That is, until someone in the audience asked an actual question about the movie, disappointing him greatly ("You broke it").  However, the moderator salvaged it by spinning the question into something relating to the vampires.

The Power of Persuasion

I found myself extremely susceptible to suggestion this year.  Whilst waiting in the rush line for The Cobbler, the couple ahead of me got take-out from Salad King.  I had already eaten, so it didn't make me hungry.  But the idea got stuck in my head and, lo and behold, the next day I went to Salad King for dinner.

A friend of mine asked for tickets to see Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet.  Since it was showing around 4:00 on a Friday, there were ample tickets available and I was able to get 4 tickets for 1 voucher.  She only needed 3, so at first I thought she could just invite another friend or give the spare ticket away to someone on the street.  But then I read the synopsis and thought about it a bit.  I had taken the day off work to see films and volunteer, and although I would have to run out of one theatre and back in to see it, and it would have been my third film of the day, I was persuaded to hustle my butt over there and see it.  I'm glad I did.

The Karma

Speaking of The Cobbler, it was the only premium screening I chose to rush this year.  It also was the first day of cooler weather during the festival.  I had not chosen my wardrobe wisely, and I had about 3 hours of standing to look forward to.  The Salad King couple were actually the first 2 people in line, and when someone came around asking if there was a single person looking for a ticket, they jumped on it first despite not being alone.  They eventually scored another free ticket so they left the line, propelling me to the front.

As most of the feeling left my feet, one of the front of house staff came up and asked if I was waiting for the film.  When I said yes, she pulled a ticket out and gave it to me.  I willed my feet to start moving and followed her towards the theatre.  Before I reached the ticket holders' line, she told me she could put me in the lobby if I so desired.  I couldn't believe my luck.  Not only was I able to sit down somewhere moderately warm, but she told me that when she started to bring the line inside, I could just casually join it.

The unmentioned perk was that the red carpet was still going on.  Once I was able to feel my lower limbs again, I went up to the velvet rope and got a pretty good look at Adam Sandler as he walked past me.  I felt awkward asking for a selfie, so I just tried to snap photos as he went and consciously took a good look at him in real life.  I'm sad to say that, not only did he dress like a hobo to his own film premiere, but he's also really starting to age a bit.  Gravity is doing a number to his face.  Where did Happy Gilmore go?

The Lowrider

Volunteering at Ryerson all these years has proven that you will always see something unexpected (although it's been years since the Borat episode).  This year, the best had to be the lowrider.  During a break in the torrential downpour, a guy pulled up to the apartment building across the street and proceeded to gas all of us with diesel fumes while he idled the car and waited for his passenger.  He completely fit the image of a guy with that kind of car...until we saw the little fluffy white dog sitting on his lap.

After quite some time, he leaned on the horn.  A woman eventually emerged and got into the car.  A rare pantomime occurred, because we were guessing an argument was happening but we couldn't hear anything.  The woman then got out of the car, slammed the door, and walked back into the building.  The lowrider then took off down the street.

The Odd Sightings

As I said, something weird always happens at the Ryerson.  During one mostly uneventful weekend afternoon, a guy came up to one of the other volunteers and told her he thought he was having a heart attack.  Naturally, she was a bit taken aback, and she asked him if he wanted someone to call 911, but he just walked away.  She was a newbie and didn't know what to do, but I reassured her that if he's able to walk down the street, he's probably not having a heart attack.  This was confirmed when we saw him walking back up the street minutes later.

My favourite volunteer shift was for the premiere for the documentary Do I Sound Gay?  First of all, it was impossible to help anyone without them making a bad joke about it ("No, you don't").  Secondly, there were dozens and dozens of people connected with the film (in addition to the filmmaker having many friends, the film was apparently financed by Kickstarter or some other crowd funding scheme).  But luckily, everyone associated with the film was wearing a t-shirt or a button with the logo of a mouth with a rainbow tongue sticking out, so it was incredibly easy to tell who should be let into the red carpet area.  I wish every production company would do that!  And finally, not to feed into the stereotypes that the film touches on, but there were a lot of people attending the film who exhibited their own unique style, so to speak.  Including the woman with the moustache, who basically confused me for several minutes before I gave up trying to figure it out.

"We don't need no education"

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

A Room With A View

Two words: never again.

Since I've already been to Florence, I really wanted to go to Pisa.  Thinking that I could navigate the train system, I figured we could do both.  But then a couple more people wanted to come with us, so I said sure.  Then a few more, and their parents.  Okay.  Then a few more.  And their parents.  By the time we head out in the morning, we had a group of 16 people, 6 of whom were a little elderly.  This had disaster written all over it.

We missed the first train so we had to wait an hour for the next train to Pisa.  Once there, we had to walk a little bit until we got to the Field of Miracles, where the tower and the cathedral were situated.  Before everyone scattered, we agreed on a meeting place and time.  I spent most of it using my friend's mobile wifi hotspot to figure out our next move.  I was able to get a selfie with the tower before we moved on.

The train station we needed to reach to catch the train to Florence was a 20 minute walk away.  Everyone wanted to take taxis, so we tried to find one.  There was a 6-person taxi who took the first group.  It took a while to flag down another, but it would only fit 4 people, so we sent off the next group.  After what seemed like forever, the original 6-person taxi showed up again, so we piled in and left.  Unfortunately, we missed the direct train to Florence, but we quickly got tickets and piled onto the next train, which would take a little longer due to the stops.

By the time we got to Florence, we really only had about 30 minutes before we had to catch the train to go back.  After bathroom breaks and buying our return tickets, we walked to the Duomo.  It wasn't hard to spot.  People started scattering again, but it was so crowded and loud, I was afraid we were going to lose someone.  Janet had the good sense to gather the elders and start walking back to the station first.  I stayed back, made sure we had everyone, then did a mad sprint back to the station.  Running through the roundabout was probably the worst idea, but we had a minute to go.  By some miracle, we all made it onto the train as it was about to pull out.

The stress wasn't over yet.  We had to change trains in Pisa, and according to the schedule we had a five-minute window.  If we were late, or the other train left early, we'd be in trouble.  Luckily, the second train was late, so we were able to make it without too much running.

So the room, in my case, was a train car, and the view was mostly of the Italian countryside speeding past the window.  I felt terrible that they didn't get to see much of Florence, but they all said they appreciated my efforts, which was nice.

But still...never again.

"You better know know know that I have conditions, I make the rules and make the decisions"

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Grand Prix

One of my coworkers came to Monaco last year to watch the Grand Prix.  I'm sure it would have been pretty thrilling, but given our timeframe, it probably would have made it more difficult to get through the city than it already was with the train strike.  We had to take a taxi to and from Villefranche-sur-Mer, but luckily our group was small and we fit into one.

Not a whole lot to see, except for the evidence of how the 1% of the 1% live their lives.  We paid our respects to Princess Grace and Prince Rainier at the cathedral.  We gaped at the yachts parked in the marina.  We took photos of the extremely fancy (and sometimes ironic) cars.

Funnily enough, the best part came once we had returned to Villefranche-sur-Mer and were shopping in the little stores by the port.  We found foie gras at a decent price in little glass jars.  I knew I was taking a risk of having my clothes smelling like duck liver by the time I got home, but it was totally worth it.

"Standing where I am now, standing up at all, I was used to feeling like I was never gonna see myself at the finish line"

Monday, June 16, 2014

The French Connection

Marseille was by far the most surprising stop of the cruise.  I think it was because I had absolutely no expectations.  I didn't know any famous landmarks, I didn't know what it was known for (other than bouillabaisse).  It was just another stop in the south of France.

The old port is actually really nice.  We took a little tourist train up the hill to the giant cathedral, Basilique Notre-Dame de la Garde, which again was a good call because the uphill was pretty intense.  Another very impressive religious building, another very impressive aerial view of a European port town.  However, a little off shore on a tiny island, you could see the Chateau d'If, which was the inspiration for "The Count of Monte Cristo".  I've never read the book before, but ironically it's been a part of several films I've seen a number of times (The Shawshank Redemption, V for Vendetta).

We didn't get to try the bouillabaisse, but I was able to do some shopping.  It turns out that Marseille is known for olive oil soap.  And, of course, I forgot about the Herbs de Provence.  I know, it's just herbs, but these are actually from Provence!

"I've got my mind made up, man, I can't let go"

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Love and Basketball

So, as it turns out, there aren't a lot of well-known films that are set or filmed in Barcelona.  The only other one was "Vicky Cristina Barcelona", which would have been a bit too obvious.  And I haven't actually seen either of these films, but I thought this one made a more interesting blog title.

One of the things I found myself doing during most of this trip was the touristy stuff.  Things that I had, in the past, avoided like the plague.  In the case of Barcelona, I found myself on a Hop-On-Hop-Off double decker bus.  You know, the ones with the open roof.  I see them all the time downtown and I use them as a gauge to determine if it's a busy tourist period or not.  I had never ever considered getting on one of these before.  But, with limited time and a large group, it made the most sense.

The buses I've seen have always had a person on a microphone, talking about what you're looking at on the left or right of the bus.  In the age of technology, it seems that the person has been replaced with an automated recording in about a dozen different languages.  You just plug the provided earphones into the jack by your seat and choose the channel that corresponds to your language.  It makes so much sense.  However, the problem remains that by the time they tell you about the thing you're looking at, there's almost no time to get a decent photo of it.

We were able to see pretty much the majority of the city, if only for a brief moment.  We did stop at the Basilica de la Sagrada Família, the church that will never be completed.  Gaudí was a stickler for details, that's for sure.  We also took the cable car up to the top of the hill to Montjuïc Castle.  Finally we were able to walk around Las Ramblas before heading back to the boat.  Not a lot of shopping to be done, but we did get to eat.  Mmm...paella...

"I had this perfect dream, this dream was me and you"

Friday, June 13, 2014

Pompeii

Okay, so I heard this was a terrible movie.  But this was easily one of my favourite stops of the cruise.

Being a wimp, I decided to pay the silly shore excursion fee and let someone else guide me through the ancient wasteland.  The first thing was to hike up Mount Vesuvius.  The volcano (which is still active) is about 1,200 metres tall.  Luckily, the bus took us up the first 1,000 metres (through a number of harrowing twists and turns), and then we just had to hike up the remaining 200.  Sadly, a haze had settle over Naples that day, so we couldn't get the view of the city or of the island of Capri, where most of our group had gone.  But the view of the crater was excellent (once we got there).

Mount Vesuvius blew up and destroyed the neighbouring towns like Herculaneum and Pompeii in 79 AD.  This was exactly 1,900 years before I was born.  For the closer towns, everyone was pretty much killed instantly, but Pompeii was destroyed 2 days after the eruption.  Someone asked the tour guide why the people didn't run away.  The simple answer was that, at that time, nobody knew what was happening.  We take knowledge for granted so much these days.  A click of a button and we can learn about anything we want.  Imagine, there was a time when people didn't know what a volcanic eruption was, or that they should get the hell out of there when it happens.  On the other hand, even with all of this crazy technology, some things still remain a mystery...

"But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?"

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Gladiator

The one thing about Rome that I appreciated the most was the water.  Everywhere (mostly near every church, piazza and fountain but sometimes in the most unlikeliest places) there are nasoni - water spouts that continuously dispense clean spring water for the public.  They even have a neat design where if you block the outlet with your hand, the water would be diverted through a hole in the top so that you can drink directly from it without having to turn your head upside down.  Some people would use it to splash water on their heads to cool off, others put a bucket underneath to gather water to clean clothes or tools, but most people used it to refill their water bottles.  I have never, ever, drank so much water in one day in my whole life.  I refilled my bottle a dozen times or more.  Every time I saw a nasone, I immediately pulled out the bottle and got in line.  It's amazing that I have any electrolytes in me at all anymore.

Today was the big day: the Colosseum.  But first, as the guide book suggested, I was going to go to the Roman Forum and Palentine Hill, which is included in the admission ticket and is where you can buy it without having to wait in an enormous line.  I stopped at the Campidoglio first, thinking it would flow naturally from one site to another.  But, once again, I found myself circling the perimeter, trying to find the entrance.  However, I did end up passing by Circus Maximus, where the great chariot races were held.  I eventually made it into the Forum.  It was really neat seeing what was once a great city.  The Colosseum was worse than the Vatican for lineups.  But I was able to breeze through again.  In a word - amazing.  The place could hold up to 70,000 people back in the day.  The history in Rome is mind boggling.  Stone paths walked on millennia ago by emperors and scholars, marble columns that have stood for ages, statues of real people who have long turned to dust.  The size of the buildings they could build with the technology they had on hand is unbelievable.

The one thing Rome didn't really do well was their transit system.  There are two subway lines that run through part of the city and intersect at one point in the middle.  They are in the process of building 3 more lines, but those are years away.  Their bus system is kind of wonky too.  It's based on the honour system, like a lot of European train systems are.  The bus drivers only drive and let people on or off; they don't check fares.  There's also no cash fares - you have to pre-purchase a ticket from somewhere else, like the subway station or at tobacco shops.  Occasionally, an agent will board a bus and start checking everyone.  If you don't have a valid ticket, you'll get fined on the spot.

I met up with my friends in the evening, and we decided to go out and take night photos of the main tourist sights.  We were also going to meet up with my friend Peter's sister at the Spanish steps.  We weren't close to the subway line, so we decided to try the bus.  After staring at the signage for a while, Victoria decided to ask the guy sitting at the stop for help.  Luckily for us, he spoke English fluently.  He suggested taking the same bus he was taking and getting off at the last stop, then walking.  We agreed and waited with him.  As we talked more, it turned out he's a musician.  His name was Marco and his band, Stag, performs mostly around Italy but they write and sing English-language pop songs.  He said that Italian is good for opera, but not for other kinds of music.  One of his major influences was Coldplay, which basically sold it for me.  He gave us a copy of his CD, which we're going to share amongst ourselves.  In the end, we were able to take the bus for free and when we got off the bus we said goodbye Italian style (double kiss on the cheeks).  Peter was awkward, to say the least, but he did it anyway.  His only comment was that his beard was scratchy.

"And if you were to ask me, after all that we've been through, still believe in magic, yes I do"

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Angels & Demons

As usual, I hit the ground running in Rome.  A little harder than I would have liked.  After the red eye flight, waiting forever (and nervously) for my luggage, and navigating through the train and subway systems, I made it to my hotel five minutes before I had to use my timed ticket to the Vatican Museum.  I dumped my bags into the smallest room imaginable, splashed my face and ran out the door.  I ran out so fast that I realized halfway down the street that I had no maps with me at all.  Luckily, my hotel was right beside the museum, and I had looked the street view of the area before I left home.

I have never been more happy to have pre-booked something in my life than I was when I turned the corner and saw the gigantic lines stretching in both directions from the entrance.  One line was for the tour groups (of which there were dozens and dozens), and the other was for everyone else who didn't reserve their ticket online.  I was able to go straight in, go through security, pick up my ticket and audio guide, and then squeeze my way past the tours to get inside.  I went through the various rooms and galleries, half listening to the tour guides and half listening to my audio guide.  There really was no choice, as wave after wave of tour groups kept coming and going from each location.  It all came to a head when I got to the Sistine Chapel.  For some reason, I had a grander picture in my head.  The room and the paintings in it were definitely impressive, but smaller than I had imagined.  I found the crowd control tactics really amusing too.  This place is a chapel, so naturally they have signs everywhere to be quiet and that photos and videos were not allowed.  So, of course, people were talking and taking photos everywhere.  The white noise would build to a point that the guards would start shushing, and when that didn't work one of them would get on the PA system and say in a very imposing Italian tone, "SILENZIO...NO PHOTO, NO VIDEO".  The noise would die down immediately, but after a few minutes would gradually build again, and the cycle would continue.  I thought that was hilarious.

After the museum, I walked around to St. Peter's Square, and my need for grandiose size was satisfied.  It was enormous, as was the basilica.  It was late in the afternoon so the line to get in was considerably shorter than normal.  While I was inside, was hit by two things: the creepiness of seeing dead popes on display in glass cases, and the sheer disrespect and disregard for the rules shown by almost everyone.  No photos?  No hats?  No sleeveless blouses or shorts?  No touching the monuments?  Yeah, whatever.  I may not be Roman Catholic, or of any denomination, but I try to respect the beliefs and customs of all of them.  I made the decision to just take in the surroundings and not to join in the masses of photo takers.

As I mentioned earlier, I had left the hotel with no map.  But, I knew where my hotel was in relation to the Vatican, so since I had walked halfway around and ended up generally on the opposite side, I thought I might as well continue around and make a full lap, keeping the city wall in sight which would ensure that I wouldn't get lost.  What I failed to realize was that the other half of the Vatican was not only uphill (VERY uphill) but also not designed to be pedestrian friendly.  Add to that an unusual heat wave and I basically trudged my way back to the hotel.  After a much needed shower, I could only think of one thing that I wanted to eat before going to bed...

Gelato.

"Ain't it fun living in the real world"

Monday, June 09, 2014

Roman Holiday

I've been waiting for this for many months (and years before that, I suppose).  My own Roman Holiday.

A friend of mine had recently gotten married in a very small City Hall ceremony.  There was no reception in town.  However, they decided to go on a Mediterranean cruise and invited family and friends to join in.  I think it took me about 2 seconds to think about it before I responded.  The best part was that of all the ports of call for this cruise, I had only been to one place (Florence).  So it was going to be a new adventure, even for me.

Roman Holiday was such a great film.  And it hit me that I'm going to see so many places that were captured in film in some way.  So this will be my Hollywood tour of Europe, starting with the Eternal City. Stay tuned.

"Everything's so small when you're on top of the world"

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Ordinary Mundane Miracles

Isn't it odd how some things that are unbelievable achievements or almost miracles, after a while become very ordinary and mundane?  For example, I flew to New York City last week for my annual visit.  I was in a "small" twin-prop plane, and the captain announced after we took off that we would only be flying at 20,000 feet today.  You know, instead of the typical 39,000 feet.  As if hurtling through the air in a tin can with blades whizzing near my head at a mere 20,000 feet was not at all impressive.  I can now travel from one city to another in an hour when a few hundred years ago it could take days.  Not that long ago, you would have to set aside at least a month, and a small fortune, just to travel to Europe and back by boat.  When I get these thoughts, I can't help but feel amazed.

It happened again when my friend and I were walking down the street and stumbled across a very familiar looking firehouse.  We both thought that it couldn't be what we thought it was, but in a manner that has become totally normal and routine, we proceeded to pull out the smart phone and look it up.  And sure enough, it was the firehouse from the Ghostbusters movies.  I remember when the idea of having information in our pockets seemed so futuristic and the stuff of science fiction.  Sometimes, if you stop to think about it, it really is incredible.

But I digress...

Oh New York...no longer a destination, more like an old friend.  Yet even after all these years, I'm still able to find something new to see or experience.  At the same time, I also have my little traditions and rituals, like taking the night photo in Times Square in the same spot, or being stunned by the shoe departments at Macy's and Saks (it never gets old).

Highlight of the weekend: seeing Neil Patrick Harris live on Broadway, in full drag and performing his guts out in "Hedwig and the Angry Inch".  What's remarkable about this is that if my friends had been able to come with me to NYC as planned, I wouldn't have been able to get a ticket to this show.  And I wouldn't have been able to get my hands on a copy of the fake playbill for "Hurt Locker - The Musical", which is hilarious.  Once again, the universe aligned itself to show me that things always do happen for a reason.

Profound moment of the weekend: standing next to the infinity pools at the 9/11 Memorial.  I'm still struck by how SMALL the footprints of those two towers were.  I mean, they are a fair size, but when you stand there and look across, it doesn't seem possible that this was the base that supported a building that was over 100 storeys tall.  Another small miracle of engineering and human ingenuity.

Then realize that they were destroyed by flying tin cans...

"If only New York wasn't so far away, I promise the city won't get in our way"

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Halfway to 70

I am now halfway to 70.  That's how I've been describing my age for the past couple of days.  One of my coworkers thought that it sounded negative when I said it like that.  I said, like everything, it's all about perspective.  There are plenty of people who never make it to 70.  I'm already halfway there, which I think is pretty good.  I think it changed her mind when she thought about it too.

Because let's face it, we are in a constant state of aging.  There's nothing anyone can do to stop it.  So why are we wasting precious energy by griping about it?  At the same time, there are people who are always worrying about what they're eating.  They analyze and research and eliminate all kinds of tasty treats and make a conscious effort to eat in a way that will prolong their lives.  Which, if I'm not mistaken, means that they WANT to get old.  But then again, what kind of life would it be, if you deny yourself the pleasures of life?  I don't advocate the "live fast, die young" philosophy.  I also think there can be too much of a good thing.  But since you happen to be alive, why not enjoy it?

At least in moderation...

"Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth"

Saturday, February 01, 2014

Worry's For Another Day

It's really funny how time reveals things to you.

When I was growing up, one of my favourite TV shows was Fraggle Rock.  I mean, who didn't love Muppets as a kid?  I found out this week that there's going to be a new spin-off show focussing specifically on the Doozers, the little green characters who were the construction workers.  The new show is going to be CG instead of Muppets, but I remember that I always loved the Doozers more than the Fraggles.  They were so cute, with their little tool belts and multi-coloured hard hats that would cover their eyes.  I was also boggled at how they moved around.  I knew Muppets had people behind them, that was pretty obvious.  But the Doozers drove their little trucks and walked around autonomously.  I guess I wasn't aware of how advanced remote controls were at the time.

Of course, the moment I found out about the new show, I was Googling.  I went back and reminisced on how much I loved those little Doozers.  I didn't realize they had such appropriate names, like Wingnut and Cotterpin and Flange.  They preferred working together instead of playing and being independent, which is what the Fraggles promoted.  And suddenly, it all made sense.  This is probably where I got the idea that I wanted to be an engineer.  This lead me to my interest in math and science and building things, even if someone came around and ate my creation later.  But, on the flip side, the Fraggles showed me that I could be an individual and independent too.  And have some fun.

But, seriously, that theme song really gets stuck in your head.

"We live in cities you'll never see on screen"

Sunday, January 05, 2014

I Can't Feel My Legs

Another year over, and a new one just begun...

But just as it was beginning, I was here:


But let me back up a bit.  After over a year of waiting, the Winter Classic was finally here.  Unfortunately, my friends were unable to join me in the experience, so I ended up selling the extra tickets to a coworker's daughters and their friend.  This also meant that I had nobody to go with me to the Marlies game at Comerica Park two days before the big game.  So...I went solo.  Yes, this meant that I was going to venture into downtown Detroit by myself.  The border guard asked me why I rented a car (I was driving a silver Toyota Corolla).  I told him I drive a conspicuous car.  He asked what that meant.  I said essentially, the last thing I want to do by myself in Detroit is draw attention to myself.

I got to the stadium, found a decent parking spot, then went to the game.  I had brought all kinds of winter gear with me for the Classic, but in my anxiety about getting to Motown and staying alive, I had failed to dress appropriately.  As the game started, I lost feeling in my foot.  Before the first period was over, I decided I needed to do something to save my extremities.  So I went to an indoor lounge, ordered a beer, and proceeded to try and revive my limbs for the next half hour.  Once I could feel everything again, I went back out and enjoyed the rest of the game.  The vendors selling hot chocolate with Bailey's were very tempting, but I decided against it.  The Marlies won the game in a shootout, which was good in one sense but kind of bad because I had to sit outside even longer.  When I got to my hotel, the guy at the desk asked me if it was cold at the game.  I told him I still can't feel my legs.

New Year's Eve was spent at an outlet mall during the day, and then in Ann Arbor in the evening.  I met up with my brother and his friends and we stayed warm in a bar until midnight, when we ventured outside to see the "puck drop".  They had constructed a glowing red and blue "puck", which they hoisted into the air with a crane and then slowly lowered.  It was the most cheesy and fantastic thing ever.  There was also no countdown whatsoever, so we guessed that when it started to flash wildly that it was now 2014.  The guys went back to drinking and I went back to my hotel.

The next day was basically a test of endurance throughout.  The drive from my hotel to the mall where I was going to park usually took half an hour, but in this case took me 2 hours.  They had a shuttle service from the mall parking lot to the stadium, but given the crazy queue, I chose to walk the 2 miles.  The lines for concessions was longer than I had ever seen in my life, so I just went to my seat.  The other girls showed up a little late but one of them had a beer for me, so that was great.  The beer started to freeze so I had to drink it a little faster.  The snow never stopped falling, and it wasn't extremely cold but standing/sitting in one place for over 3 hours still tends to get chilly.  Once again the game went to a shootout but we did win, so that was worth it.  I had opted to stay to the end, which may have been a questionable move but I just couldn't bring myself to leave before it was over.  When I finally got out of the stadium, I was swept out into the street which had become a sea of humanity.  I walked back to the mall, cleared off the car, then drove out into the line to get to the interstate.  The line moved inches in half an hour.  When I realized this was not going to end soon, I had to get out of the line and go back to the mall for a bathroom break.  When I came out, the rest of the crowd had caught up and the traffic situation was exponentially worse.  Since I had a full tank of gas, I chose to take my chances in the line.  It took me two and a half hours to get out of the mall.  I have never seen gridlock like that in my life.  I also eventually became a more aggressive driver than usual.

I had plenty of time to study the map while I was waiting, so I chose the "go backwards to go forwards" strategy and went to a different interstate on-ramp in the opposite direction.  When I got there, there wasn't a single car.  I thought, I can't be the only smart person here.  But hey, what do I know?  I drove past the entrance next to the mall, with the cars inching along and with me on the outside lane avoiding the merging.  I got to Detroit, then inched along the Ambassador Bridge and through customs.  By the time I got out Windsor, I was starting to fade.  That's when I realized that, with the exception of the beer slushie, I hadn't eaten anything (wait, scratch that...while I was in the parking lot I did eat a packet of oyster crackers I had saved from my dinner the night before).  I stopped at the first rest stop, which naturally was packed with other Leafs fans trying to get home.  The Tim Hortons was the only thing open, so the line was epic.  It took half an hour to get my sandwich.  As I ate, I was in a bind.  It was already 12:30 am, and I still had a long way to go.  The only choice I had in order to stay alive was to stop at every rest stop and take a nap.  It was also still snowing so the roads were mildly treacherous and I wouldn't be able to drive as fast as I'd like.  It was going to take forever but it was the only way.

I leapfrogged my way along the highway, taking 15-20 minute naps at each stop.  The fun part was when the "empty" light had turned on.  I pushed it all the way to my exit, and I was able to get to a gas station to fill up.  I made it back to my place, dumped all of my stuff, returned the rental car (luckily it's across the street), and walked back.  By the time I got in, it was 5:00 am.  I still went to work that day, only I got into the office after lunchtime.  The first day back from holidays was pretty light anyway.

An adventurous start to the year, to be sure.  My body has decided that it did not appreciate the abuse I heaped on it during those few days and is now retaliating with a cold, but I'm sure we can come to a truce soon.  Hope your year is starting off well too.

"A hundred thousand disbelievers couldn't keep me on the ground, I've invented a momentum that'll never slow me down"