Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Overheard in Calgary

These were all overheard over the last few weeks. I should really go walking/shopping more often...

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Girl 1: I'd take urine in the morning.
Girl 2: I'd take it in the afternoon.
Girl 3: I'd take urine anyday.

- 1st St. & 10th Ave.

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Girl in changing stall: He works at the Bay? He's too dumb to work there. He doesn't even know what a transvestite is.

- Club Monaco at Chinook Mall

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Guy 1: Holy shit, this is half price off!
Guy 2: So that's like, what? 50%?

- Stitches at Chinook Mall

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Blind Date Girl: So what do you do?
Blind Date Guy: I'm in marketing.
Blind Date Girl: What do you mark?

- Sumo Lounge in Eau Claire Market

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Guy on Cellphone: Hello?....This is he....Uh-huh..uh-huh..No, I'm not interested....Yes I'm sure.....No, I'm really not interested.....Mister my wife was suckered by you fucks last month!!

- 1st St. between 8th Ave. & 10th Ave.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Family: Overrated or Overestimated?

There is a hierarchy to the people who form the world around you:

1) Family
2) Friends
3) Significant Others

This is not always the same for everyone. For some, significant others are the first priority. For others, family is closest. And yet, for me, it has always been in this order.

When boyfriends let me down, I turned to my friends. When friends let me down, I turned to my family. But never did I put friends or boyfriends before family. Never. Do you know why? Because family will always be there to pick you up. They are the ones who will love you no matter what. They are the ones who will support you in endeavours when no one else would.

This week was my 23rd birthday. And like many birthdays, it wasn't marked by any exciting parties. There was no excess of booze. There was no surprise. Mostly it was just another day. A very long day to be precise. I spent 12 hours at work on my birthday so that I could take time off Friday afternoon to drive to Edmonton. But when those plans fell through, it was difficult to think that my birthday could be anything but misery.

Today was difficult. Was I left hanging because of a girlfriend (not mine, to be sure)? Or was it the result of circumstances? I have been told that this is more of the latter than the former. But this is still hard to believe. You need not know why, but the bottom line is that until this evening, I didn't think my birthday could be special. I didn't think it was worth noting.

Why should I celebrate a day that on most years is nothing more than another disappointment? I celebrate my birthday because it's the day I was given a family. It's the day I was given a life. It's a day I can call my own. But I remember that that day also carries with it memories of years gone by where I was forgotten. Days when I didn't think the world cared. That MY world cared.

Depressing, isn't it?

But tonight, with the help of my cousins Brian and Jenni, I was able to salvage the start to my year. With the help of family, I was able to enjoy myself. My family stood by me when a friend let me down. They reminded me that I'm loved, and always will be.

We forget that our families, despite their antics and dysfunctionality, are there for us. They care for us when no one else does. Remember to tell them you love them. It's the least you can do.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

The Day I Turned 23

Most years I don't really make my birthday any different than a regular day. I'll pick a movie, grab a blanket and some popcorn, and just sit. Y'know, be still like a vegetable. This year is different.

This year I went out for dinner with my cousins for sushi. Tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday I intend to do stuff that's fun and exciting. No, not getting hammered and then going clubbing. I'll grab my golf clubs and go to the driving range. Ride around on my new bike. Go bowling with friends.

I haven't heard from some of you though...yet. Yes, that means you Ken.

Cut or Uncut: The Choice Helps Prevent AIDS

At the recent International AIDS Conference in Toronto, new findings suggest that circumcision can be a factor in susceptibility to HIV infections. A trial conducted in Africa led to findings that 'cut' men were less likely to contract HIV than men who were uncut.

"...because the skin layer is thinner, allowing an easier way for the virus to enter...The foreskin is also easily damaged, and its cells include those targeted by the virus."

- CBC News

These results have yet to be confirmed by two ongoing studies which will provide better evidence that either supports or argues against these findings.

While this is all very interesting (and reassuring to a degree), the topic is not what caught my eye. What interested me was that the director of WHO's HIV-AIDS department is Dr. Devin de Cock. That's right. His last name is de Cock. de COCK.

I think at one point in the news article it says, "de Cock said." Say that outloud and try not to laugh. I dare ya.

Anyways, that's all for now. If you want the full article, go here:

http://www.cbc.ca/story/science/national/2006/08/17/male-circumcision.html

Monday, August 14, 2006

When Shit Hits The Turbine...Fire is Sure to Follow

Labour Day weekend is fast approaching, and travel plans are coming together. I intend to fly out to Vancouver that Saturday morning and back to Calgary Monday night. This, however, is not without comlications.

Like always, I book my flights through the Air Canada/WestJet websites, both of which are very easy to use and simplistic in nature. The problem is that they are at times too simplistic. Yes, I am referrring to the "Travel Advisory: Security Enhancements" notifications. It seems that each day since those goddamn terrorists were apprehended, there are new restrictions on what we can and cannot bring onboard an airplane.

The most obvious of these items are liquids. According to Transport Canada's website, the following items are prohibited:

"Liquids or gels in containers of any size include: beverages, shampoo, suntan lotion, creams, toothpaste, hair gel, and other items of similar consistency. Aerosols include: hairsprays and deodorant. Passengers should pack liquids, gels or aerosols in checked baggage."

This, I'm not sure I completely agree with. Consider the Shoe Bomber. A man retrofits his sneakers with explosives in order to blow himself up onboard a flight. He's caught, the danger revealed, and passengers are safe once again. Based on this incident, are we prohibited from bringing our shoes and assorted footwear into the cabin of the plane? No, we most certainly aren't. So why are we now prohibited from bringing liquids onboard? It's completely unrealistic to think that by preventing passengers from bringing certain items onboard, they can prevent an aerial disaster. All they're doing is guiding the direction of creativity that these people seem to employ. No liquids? Fine, they'll find other methods of delivery. Instead of being proactive and putting money into researching measures of detection, they're picking up the slack after the fact. As usual. (Think 9/11 if you don't believe me.)

In the UK and the US, laptops and other electronic devices are no longer permitted onboard. This is going too far. What happens to businessmen and women who travel for work, not bringing anything more than their laptops or PDAs? They are forced to check this luggage, further increasing the risk of personal theft and damage to said items. And iPods? Please. It is fully unreasonable to ask all passengers to pack their portable entertainment for the sake of safety. The Transport ministers are taking these security measures too far.

All of that being said, what really irks me is the lack of consistency across the country. While attempting to book my flight, I was presented with the option to have only carry-on luggage. To save $5, I agreed to not check any baggage. This is nothing new, of course, and is a wonderful feature since some trips do not require that much packing. The problem lies in the fact that no one seemed able to tell me what I could and could not bring. This morning on Canada AM (a morning TV show that airs across the country) they announced that laptops and personal entertainment devices would no longer be allowed onboard flights. As a reporting agency, you would expect that they got their facts straight. Well, I called Transport Canada to find out what their policies were on the subject. All they could tell me was that no liquids or aerosols of any kind were allowed. No one could confirm if I could bring my laptop or not. So I called Air Canada. Same answer. They told me to call the airport from which I would be departing as each airport apparently has its own policies. So I called the Calgary Airport Authority. AGAIN, same answer. The woman finally gave me the phone number of the company that runs security in the Calgary Airport. The man who answered was at last able to confirm that within Canada, laptops and other electronic devices are in fact permitted onboard airplanes as part of carry-on luggage. To sum up, the Federal level officials were not able to answer my question. The carrier was not able to answer my question. The airport was not able to answer my question. Only the security company at the end was able to answer me. Does that make any sense to you?

The final point I want to make here is that had I not followed the trail laid out ever so carefully by these different organizations, I might very well have ended up at the security check-point having checked my baggage and left with no one and no where to leave what is now being called contraband.

Given all these resources, one would think that getting a simple answer to a simple question would be easy. It's not, of that I can assure you. So, to conclude this extremely long-winded anecdote from my morning at work, call the airport to find out what you can and cannot bring onboard before you fly. At the very least, they can give you a number to call to find out more.

Goddamn I hate flying.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

A Blank Slate

Imagine for a moment, if you will, this scenario:

You wake up in a forest. You are naked, and do not understand what is happening. Every feeling is new, every sensation a thrill. As you adjust to your surroundings, you realize you know nothing about what you are feeling or thinking. You are also a full-grown teenager.

This is the premise of a new show which recently began airing on ABC Family called, Kyle XY. It follows a boy, Kyle, who has no recollection of his life before waking up in the forest one fateful day. He's taken in by a local psychiatrist and her family, the Tragers. As they attempt to unravel Kyle's mysterious life, they come to realize he is less and less like any "normal" teenager. He has no belly-button. He does not sleep. He can jump from the roof of a house and not injure himself. He can hold his breath for extended periods of time. He can draw images that might as well be photographs. And he uses almost 75% of his brain.

But despite all these characteristics, he knows nothing of himself or the world around him. The Tragers try to teach him the many things most of us take for granted, having spent our lifetimes learning. How do you teach someone right from wrong? What is the truth and when is a lie acceptable? How you do explain love? What is "family"?

These lessons are important, and yet we think nothing of them. We simply "do", just as we simply "are". In one of the early episodes, Kyle stumbles upon a girl playing the piano. The music moves him in a way he does not understand, but it touches him deep inside. Meanwhile the girl's mother pays no attention to the music and shows no interest in the music. This situation causes Kyle deep sadness that not everyone can appreciate such things.

Does anyone really "feel" anymore? Is anyone untainted by life's experiences, allowing them to see the world as a newborn does? It saddens me that this is not the case. We spend our whole lives according to hours, minutes, and seconds. We get caught up in the hustle and bustle of our accelerated society. Norms govern our actions, our speech. That norms should exist at all runs counter to this idea of pure feeling, pure sensationalism. And I don't mean sensationalism the way tabloids are sensationalist.

But then, if pure feeling existed on an infinite timescale, we wouldn't do anything. We would just sit and experience, feeling everything as though for the first time. Society would cease to exist as we know it. Since everyone would be feeling, no one would be creating the wonders that make our lives so interesting.

Yes, these are extremes, and no this is completely unrealistic and utopic. A compromise of sorts is required. Instead of feeling and experiencing every single sensation we come across, these must be filtered. But realize that too much filtering would lead to our current and present situation. I guess what I'm trying to say is this: stop and smell the roses, but not every single one of them. If your path were lined with roses, undoubtedly some would be less magnificent than others. Skip some of those, but not all of them. There must be balance between the good and the bad. So likewise skip some of the better roses too. In the end, you will find yourself satisfied with a day of true living.

This reminded me of you, Char, looking at your buttered toast and saying, "Oohhh, so beautiful!"

Sunday, August 06, 2006

The Beautiful White Box

Can I just say, that the XBOX 360 is probably one of the most beautiful things I have ever played on? I hooked it up to our massive HD TV in the basement and have been marveling over the amazing renderings of the Las Vegas strip while racing down its streets at over 200 mph. Oh, and then there's the wireless controllers. HEAVEN!!! Freedom at last from those confounded wires, always forcing one to move the console out of a protective entertainment system and onto the dusty, dirty floor.

Project Gotham Racing 3 came free with the system (the actual system, not the trimmed core version), and I picked up a copy of Perfect Dark Zero as well. Extra controllers are expensive (as was to be expected), and I still need to get the recharger and batteries too. After that will come the wireless internet bridge so that I can use the XBOX Live features (like small arcade games and game trailers, oh and that online gaming thingy too). But when you consider that the console was purchased for a mere $100 (no that's not a typo, and yes it's better if you don't know how I managed that), the accessories are cheap.

Damn if only my gaming triad were here to enjoy it with me. Or at least be here so that I could kick each of their asses in head-to-head gaming marathons. Damn damn damn. Which reminds me, when are you coming out here already?!

In other news, life is good. Um...I think that's it. Yeah, better go before the triad orders my execution.

;)