Tuesday, September 01, 2015

so long blood thirsty machines!

So after many months I went back to do an aphaeresis donation today and again, my platelet count was not too low for a healthy person, but too low for a donation. This is the third time in a row that I go for a platelet donation and it doesn't work out. I have thus decided to cease doing these types of donations and will go back to regular blood donations. So in terms of maximum frequency I go from every two weeks to every eight weeks, and in terms of duration I go from three hours including travel time to usually about one hour including travel time.

My blood pressure was 124/82 and my pulse was 68 while my temperature was 36.5C.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Like a limerick dancing in the stanchion

All three of my children start school tomorrow. G-Bot starts grade eight, otherwise known as secondaire deux. C-ling starts grade five while V-8 starts grade one.

G-Bot goes to this school.
C-Ling and V-8 go to this school, though C-Ling goes to the senior building and V-8 goes to the junior one.

The morning routine now becomes this:
5h50 alarm rings, though often I awake before the alarm does
5h55 I get out of bed and head over to G-Bot's room to awaken him, I also give the first wake up call to C-Ling and V-8
5h56-6h15 shower, shave, etc
6h16 Make sure G-Bot is out of bed, give C-ling and V-8 their second wake up call
6h17 Downstairs in the kitchen, I prepare my and the kids' breakfast and lunch, though this year some lunches I will have made the night before
6h25 I pull, much against their will, C-ling and V-8 from their beds to get them up and dressed and to brush their teeth
6h35 G-Bot has left to get to school and the girls come downstairs to eat breakfast
6h50 If it is winter, the girls suit up, if not, we head out to the car
6h55 It takes about eleven minutes to drive to the Jr school where I walk V-8 to the door of the school
7h10 I then drive C-Ling to the Sr school, though some days she walks from the Jr school when I drop off V-8
7h16 I drive to the train station parking lot that is very close to where the schools are.
7h27 The train picks me up and I get to work by about 8h16.

The times above are more or less accurate; each day varies a little bit, but this is the general sense of the mornings.

Thursday, August 27, 2015


I watched the documentary called 'Senna' last night.

Growing up my father used to watch the F1 races every weekend; often having to awake early as when the races were in distant time zones, the races would be on, live, at odd times for us. I got into the habit of watching the races with him and got to know over quite a few seasons who the drivers were, what the cars were all about, the team names and the championship standings.

I was watching the races that involved Ayrton Senna, Alain Prost, Nigel Mansell, Michael Schumacher and others of that period. Watching the documentary gave me an insight into Senna's life that I did not know at the time when I was watching him race a little over two decades ago.

A part of me would like to get in to watching the races again, following a few seasons, but I don't get any TV station that plays the races.

Even if you aren't a racing fan, I would recommend this documentary as Senna lead an interesting life both within racing and outside of it.

Senna died in a race at Imola (Italy) on May 1, 1994.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

relics of an ancient yard stick

Idaho is not a state I have ever visited or traveled through. I may have flown over it at some point, I am not sure.

This Thursday I am taking my Grand Caravan (2005) to the garage for two repairs:
1. There is an awful noise coming from the vehicle due to a gap somewhere in the exhaust system, and
2. The hydraulics that are used to assist in opening and holding the tail gate up have failed so now the very heavy door is difficult to lift and does not stay up on its own.

The doors to the garage open at 7AM but the workers only start working at 8AM and it closes at 5PM so I need to be sure I catch an early enough train that day to get there in time before they close.

I am dreaming heavily of owning a Tesla 3. This car does not exist yet apart from at the Tesla labs, but it is scheduled to be made available in 2017 or 2018. The typical daily mileage I do in a normal week is about 10kms per day. Given this I'd only need to charge the car once every two weeks, though likely more often in the winter as the heater in the car will take some of the energy.

It is scheduled to be sold for about 35,000$ which is more than we (my family) have ever spent on a car, but who knows if my salary will be different in three years.

A cucumber and cream cheese sandwich is not in my schedule of food consumption for the next eleven minutes. How about you?

Friday, August 21, 2015

crying all the way to the bank

If I was a flavour of ice cream, I don't know how many windows I'd have to break before going to Ubuntu.

If 90% of the turns made are right turns, that closely resembles the percentage of people that are right handed.

I am not totally right-handed.

As you well know, I stopped dropping Xalatan in my eyes quite a number of months ago. I do not miss it.

It is doubtful I will get to have a nap this weekend. Oh well.

Thursday, August 20, 2015


The building where I work is on Peel street between Ste-Catherine and de Maisonneuve and starting at the beginning of the summer city workers have been redoing the waste and supply water infrastructure. They started at the Ste-Catherine street end and have worked their way north.

Here is a view looking south at the work they have completed.

As I look out the window of one of the offices of my company, pretty much straight below us, this is where the work is happening presently.
The red umbrella you see at the bottom left is one of the businesses at the ground level of my building that have some tables outside. It mustn't be very pleasant to be eating out there with the noise and fumes coming from the construction work.

This last photo is looking towards de Maisonneuve to show what is left before they'll close everything up and pave it over before winter comes. You can see that they're close to the end.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015


Yep, it was a hot one yesterday when I returned to my Dodge Grand Caravan 2005 on my way home from work. Stepping out of the air conditioned train into the heat outdoors wasn't so bad as there was a nice breeze, but getting into the van it was rather stifling.

Here is a winter comparison.

Friday, August 14, 2015

left my cucumber sandwich in the laundry

If you made a donation to the forest fire helicopter pilot spouse assistance fund, I am certain that someone nick-named Betty would benefit.

Gargantuan is not a word that is commonly used; it is not in the common vernacular. 'Big' usually suffices.

I watched a movie last night called 'Whiplash'. It was the story of a college-age drummer's encounter with a music teacher who pushes abusively in an attempt to raise up from within the virtuoso. I enjoyed the movie as I watched the relationship develop between the student and the mentor.

The miraculous and the mundane; two peas in a pod. Without the latter, the former becomes the latter. I'd say a fairly large share of my moments are mundane. What is miraculous is those moments where it dawns on me that existence itself is pretty darn amazing.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Planning to dance all the way to one centimeter from here

A slippery slope is often the one to blame for something that only just appears to be beginning but could end up over flowing. A staid slope is rarely blamed.

The stock market rarely takes stock of its stockings.

I'm not reminded of being mindful often enough; fortunately it is rather of an innate thing for me, even though I'm not Nate. Well, at least this holds true, perhaps, three or four sevenths of the time. Hopefully it doesn't drop true.

Given I sleep about two sevenths of the day.

How often do you tune your socks? I do it roughly three times over a span of seven years.

Monday, August 10, 2015

welcoming the sunshine into your tube socks

Not ever having been a part of a barber shop quartet, I'd plead ignorance about knowing the difference between a baritone and an aglet.

Having been a teenager I can tell you with all honesty that being 13 (as a prime number age) was not as good as being 17 was.

Not ever having gone into the lower orbital space surrounding the surface of Neptune, I'd welcome a twice-a-lunar-day nap. You pick the moon (I picked Charon).

Having traveled to Kentucky I can tell you that my tendency to pick bourbon as a drink went up from zero percent to a non zero value.

So there you have it, four things you now know about me that previously you may not have.

Friday, August 07, 2015

Fried egg

I typed it up, then deleted it, thought about it once more, then crossed it off; decided I would then decided I wouldn't. Indecision plagues me, though only in this single slice. What could the harm be? The benefit? The longer term consequences?

If I go ahead, I will be sure to let you know. If I don't, I likely won't speak of it again.

Oh, and please make sure that if you plan on having a weekend, that it is made up of at least a Saturday and a Sunday.

UPDATE: I sent it.