Thursday, September 14, 2017

real life in a box made of soda crackers

Each of the schools my children go to, there are three of them now, have something called Curriculum night, though it isn't called exactly that at each school.

Curriculum night is where the parents get to meet the teachers of the kids and learn what is expected of the children through the school year in terms of effort, homework, assignments, projects, tests, quizzes and exams. So far we've had the curriculum night for V-8, who has two teachers; one that teaches French and a few subjects in french and another who teaches English and a few different subjects in english.

We've also had the curriculum night for C-Ling, who is in her first year of high school. Each subject has a different teacher, so we got to meet almost all of her teachers; this was Tuesday evening earlier this week.

This evening we meet G-Bot's teachers. He is in his second last year of high school and so the grades he gets this year are important as the next level of education will look at these as the earliest grades the students get.

I do not recall there having been curriculum nights when I was a kid going through school. Maybe there was and my parents didn't go, but I think it is more likely that there simply wasn't any such thing.

Friday, September 08, 2017

do not remember

Occasionally it is found to be very important to remember something.

I wonder if there are ever occasions where it would be equally important to not remember something.

Thursday, September 07, 2017

when rejection spends ejection

It was breathtakingly obvious, that which was observed to have been extremely obvious.

Kind of like noticing that someone's aglets were of a different colour from the shoe-laces to which they were attached.

It is rather myopic of the sultans of soliloquy to cause stealthy invasions to occur on even numbered days at odd numbered nocturnal hours.

RISK and Dominion, two games that I own and enjoy playing.

Napping and sleeping, two pass-times that I enjoy doing.

Hamburger and French Fries, two foods I enjoy eating.

Bourbon and Sprite, two contents of a drink I enjoy drinking.

Left and Right, two feet that I enjoy using to run.

The coworker to my left is very trilingual where speaking English is his weakest language, but still, he speaks it very well.

My left wrist is adorned with exactly zero wrist-watches. I should know.

The summer season here in the Northern Hemisphere, is slowly drawing to a close. The autumnal equinox is September 22. On that day, more or less, there will be roughly an equal number of hours of daylight and night time. I don't think there will be any cucumbers involved.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Welcome to the gallup

It has been a while since I have posted.

Oh well.

I participated in a Spartan Race this past weekend, Beast distance. It was 21km of going up and down a mountain with 30 obstacles to overcome. I failed the spear throw and one other one I did only half, but I cheated and didn't end up doing the burpees you are supposed to do when you don't succeed at an obstacle.

I'm okay with that little bit of cheating. The course itself is punishing enough; there is no need for further abuse.

If I was in the elite competition level, I would really have to do them.

In other news, I have taken up chainsaw juggling; it was a lot of fun until I managed to cut off both arms. This post was submitted by typing with my toes.

I have no plans to travel to Ecuador in the next six minutes. I may, however, get up from my chair.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

What came after Mesopotamia?

It isn't every Thursday that has in it, a bowl of petunias.

I should know.

Today marks the last day of swim classes for my girls; they will receive a simple version of a report card indicating what level they should register into in a subsequent session.

My plan is to run three circuits of my neighbourhood Spartan Race training run this evening; this time I will also test the consumption of a protein bar. I bought three different kinds to see if one is superior to the others and I will do three separate training runs before the actual race. The plan is to cut the bar into thirds; at the start of the first circuit, eat a third, at the start of the second circuit, eat a third and at the start of the third circuit, eat the last third.

With respect to intermittent fasting, I have taken this up again, having fasted this past Monday, and I am doing so again today. Monday and Thursday have often worked best for me. On Monday the day flew by and I hardly had a hunger pang. Today already it seems will be more challenging.

Yesterday I gave blood.


I would say all of my readings are in good shape.

I will not be going to Mexico tomorrow.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

crouching among the dandelions, painting eggs orange

With eighteen years difference, between the first, the least, the most, the highest and the lowest, a crouching rhododendron plays havoc with the minds of the semi-elite. That stations, be they fraught or bitten, would mollify even the Europeans, would take the place of asunder the leftists. That the bringer of beeps reminds me of the meek is only by chance viewable in the rear view. Plague me twice? Or dough nuts as a gift of Kit Kat fingers shared.

Monday, August 14, 2017

when cryogenics becomes relevant

I have never vacationed in Serbia. I expect I would have language problems there.

I have never painted my toe nails. I do not figure to be doing this any time soon.

I climbed a tree yesterday.

Today I am fasting by not having eaten since 14h30 yesterday and not eating again until supper time this evening. I am drinking water through this time, however.

I have never had to tie a tourniquet on someone. I consider myself fortunate that I have never been put in a position where I have had to.

There you have it, five additional things about me.

Friday, August 11, 2017

when Mexico runs out of laundry detergent

I counted exactly zero iguanas on the bus ride into work this morning; looking specifically at the empty seat to the left of me.

The bus does a detour to bypass the construction zone; this probably adds about eleven minutes to the commute.

I did not bring any tomatoes to work today; this is okay; they are happy where they are.

Tomorrow promises to be the day after today. Well, at least, based on my own personal past experience, this is how the days go.

Wednesday, August 09, 2017

Being reminded of a bruise left unburdended

There is a place that is known only to a handful of people; well, it isn't so much of a place as it is a 'state of mind'. Well, not a state like Wyoming or South Carolina, but rather, a state of occupational obfuscation. By this I mean that the occupation is to confuse others. I am somewhat adept at this, though I am working harder at getting other people to do the obfuscating by presenting very carefully pointed questions.

Questions are something that I enjoy asking; particularly as compared to ice skate laces, which I do not enjoy asking at all. I Googled 'great questions to ask' and came up with a plethora of pages with lists of questions. Some of these questions may have answers.

I do not believe I have ever owned or worn a cardigan.

The velvet incandescence of a digital scrolling sign that displays top ten lists of dental floss products reminds very few people of whether or not, for lunch, three years and two months ago, the meal consumption participants would have discussed low impact climatological events in localities whose names were palindromes. I could predict with a rather low level of certainty what I had for lunch three years and two months ago; but I won't bother as I don't think it would serve a purpose.

If I was one of those fictional reindeers who really only worked one night a year; I wonder if having a vegan diet on Tuesdays and Fridays would result in a market crash of the shares of an inconsequential aglet manufacturing company. Okay, you've got me, I don't really wonder about such things.

There is something to be said about promoting entropy when, in fact, entropy promotes itself. Of course, when it does it itself, its rate is what could be called 'natural'. When I do it (promote entropy) I tend to slow it down. It shows how bad I am at promotion. This comes up in questionnaires, some times; I'll get asked if I would recommend the product or service to others. I do not generally make any recommendations to anyone about anything, so I find this question doesn't apply to me. Generally there is no 'N/A' option for that question, so I pick the middle one.

I have never performed the Heimlich Manoeuvre on anyone, not even in pretend.

I have been mesmerized. This has happened to me, on perhaps a few dozen occasions in the last four or five thousand days. I do not have the strongest recollection of when exactly this has happened, but it seems to me it probably happened while taking public transit. There is something about vehicular motion while not being involved at all of the control of the vehicle that allows for this. I guess it would be bad if the driver became mesmerized.

I wonder how often people try to discern how selfish they are. For sure there is a scale that we all fall on; with some people being extremely selfish while others are somewhat or significantly less so. I tend to think about my own selfishness in particular when I notice other people behaving in an obviously selfish way. This awareness of my own selfishness level tends (I believe) to lower it; as I do not think selfishness is a good thing.

It is 18h22 as I write this sentence and I still have not left work. In my team we have a rotation for employees to stay until 18h, and today it was my turn. As I approached the penultimate minute I thought I would start a blog post. It appears that thus far I have not yet completed it.

Garrulous is not a word that has really ever been used to describe me. I am perfectly content with this situation as this leaves plenty of room for those who are garrulous to be garrulous. If you've been reading this blog for an extended duration this next item is a bit of a repeat - I am usually impressed by the garrulous, in their ability to continue incessantly about inanities. It is a good thing that the world is made up of all sorts of different personality types.

Do people occasionally think of gaining wisdom? Is this an attribute that is generally sought after? I think we could all benefit if we were all more wise, but how does one go about doing so? I googled 'how to gain wisdom' and at the top found this as the first three items:
Be Humble in new situations
Think before acting
Act on your values

The first one is rather straight forward; in new situations I tend to hang back anyhow.
For the second one, I think I'm doing okay; I should just be mindful more of the time.
For the third one; I would really need to pin down precisely what my values are. At the moment I seem to only have a vague sense of this. This is definitely something I could spend considerable time thinking about.

I wonder why it is that when people put shoelaces in their shoes, by far, the shoelaces are identical in colour and length.

One of the streets that my office borders on has a bike path that is clearly marked and heavily used. Out of the window that I am facing there is a truck that is having to back out of an alley where the driver has rather poor visibility of:
a. any pedestrians that are walking on the sidewalk which is adjacent to the building
b. any cyclists that are cycling on the bike path adjacent to the sidewalk, and
c. any cars on the road that are driving adjacent to the bike path
The way the driver did it, I suppose the only way, is to back up extremely slowly and trust that with the slow movement, the pedestrians, cyclists and drivers will give way to him. This is what happened.

I'm thinking of this post as a sin wave where the profundity goes up and down; though, it is not as evenly spaced as a proper sin wave. If I was to go back and reorder paragraphs based on their profundity.

This weekend my family and I are going to the Auberge du Lac Taureau for the wedding of my wife's cousin. My wife has taken the day off; I will come to work in the morning; she will drive C-Ling and V-8 to come and pick me up, then we'll drive to pick up G-bot at the camp where he is working, and then the five of us will head further north to the Auberge. It looks like it will be a fun time; hopefully the weather turns out.

Regular readers of mine should not be surprised that I would include an incomplete sentence in this post. It isn't the first time this happens, and it certainly won't be the last. If you've read this far; it means that you have read this far. Congratulations!

It is 18h39 now as I write this sentence. Probably I should end this post soon.

I should thank Deb who has been a fairly constant visible (by her comments) reader of my blog these last few months. Apart from her I am not certain that anyone else is reading. I'm a little torn about the extremely low evident readership. On the one hand, I really like to write and would probably write even if I had exactly zero confirmed followers or lurkers. On the other, I find it gratifying to know that at least someone happens to check this blog out. I am curious now to try to understand what are the motivations that underlie my sense of gratification. Is it pride that drives this motivation? Is it social, that I seek camaraderie or community? Is it approval I seek? What is it that any of us seeks by putting our words out into the world? These are all questions that can have answers of varying quality.

Last week, as you know, I was in Louisville, and apart from the conference time where I helped customers with issues, I got to have three or four really good personal conversations with different people. I haven't really told anyone this; but I think these three or four conversations I had were the highlight of the conference for me. Some are arguing that the place we had the conference (the same place it has been for the last four years) needs to change. I am mostly indifferent to the place that the conference takes place; it is the people at the conference that make it work. If I got those great conversations there; what is stopping me from having great conversations here? I get that being at a conference can be surreal, whereas back at home existence can be mundane. I ought to learn how to reach out of the mundane; not so much to enter the surreal, but to gain the same lift. Perhaps those pages of questions I referred to earlier can come in handy.

It is a tip, top, tup, tep and fish that is left of the right, the rite or the write, so sell your doughnut holes whole to the two's too. Remind yourself that not all sarcophagi play Tetris after 3PM.

Monday, August 07, 2017

Creationisim versus opaque soup bowls

A myopic surgeon once played chess with a three year old house plant named Gerald. The house plant voted shamefully for the current leadership; but this had no impact on his chess playing. The surgeon, meanwhile, forgot his glasses and so didn't do so well in the match.

An irritable elocutionist and a speech writer decided to throw their bones into a blender to see what came up. Evading perception, the results had little to do with the bones, and more to do with the blender.

That an acorn would scream at the top of its lungs asking to play Donkey Kong advised very few people that the weather was expected to change. One thing is truly certain: weather changes.

Friday, August 04, 2017