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Strange Days…

I just bought a package of…




“Nature’s Choice Jelly Beans”




Am I the only person that finds this product name odd?

A Question of Effort…

On House last night, there was a patient who was diagnosed with ALS by a doctor (“Marty Hamilton”) from another hospital. Dr. Gregory House was not convinced of this, and didn’t rest until he figured out the problem. He made a comment during the show that really stuck with me. He was speaking to one of his team, referring to Marty as the type of guy who just fixes a problem and then hopes that everything turns out, rather than taking an active role in things.

House uses a lot of trial and error to attempt to fix problems (the human body remains one of the greatest mysteries in existence). Hamilton, on the other hand uses a defined approach to eliminate standard ailments and then leaves it at that. What is worse, the man who knows he may be wrong, or the man who thinks he’s right?

An excellent episode, to be sure.

I suppose what got my mind going on this subject was the fact that I see these two types of approaches to life from many people that I know.

For example, there are lots of people at work content to come in and do their job, and leave. Sometimes this is good. Most times, I find it to be bad. A lot of these people just do enough to get by. It’s like those people in school that always seem to do okay in school until they reach a level where they have to think. Not to mention that in a work situation there are usually other people affected by the decisions of this person, no matter how low in the food chain they may be. I, myself, look at work as a way to pay for things that I like to do outside of work. This, though, does not mean that I don’t care about what it is that I do. On the contrary, I think that sometimes I might take it a little too personally. And it isn’t because it is a matter of pride. It is my belief that it should be right in the grand scheme of things. I don’t really care who is right. So long as the outcome of the experience is positive.

I notice the same kind of thing in Martial Arts. It was one of the reasons why I left Taekwondo. I find that a lot of schools are really about money, and not about the art anymore. If you pay your monetary dues, you will eventually be a black belt. This just cheapens the meaning of the rank for me. I see it all the time, actually, in many martial arts. I see people who just coast, and then don’t know why they never get better. Or what’s even worse are the people who scrape by, but think that they are incredible. Not such a good thing, in my opinion.

I’ve always tried to do things so that I learn. Granted, we all have times where we slack, and I am definitely no exception. For the most part, though, I would like to think that there is meaning in the things that I do.

Something to Think About…

If you are a lover of animal lovers, does that make you a PETAphile?


Discuss

In Other News…

Great news yesterday. My wife got a job! YES! We’re both very happy, as this means one element of stress has been removed from our lives. Some would argue that it has been replaced by a different kind of stress. Those people can go lick an electric fence.

I also updated my photography site. This past December, thanks to some nudging from a friend, I participated in a gallery exhibition in Mississauga. It went relatively well, and was a great learning experience. I was planning on turning my hobby into something a little more, and that was the perfect opportunity. Due to the last minute nature of me finding out, I hurriedly slapped a web page together with the full intention of fixing it up at a later date. The funny thing is that people seem to like it for some strange reason. Take a gander if you like.

This year will be the year of the photos. I want to do more shows, as they are interesting, and at the last one I met some really interesting people.

Other goals for this year…


  • At least Brown Belt in Karate

  • Learn more urban phrases

  • Lead more Angola sessions in the Study Group

  • Paddle a trip with my friend Brad

  • Watch every episode of House

  • Learn not to start a list of goals without first really thinking about it

Choosers Can Be Beggars

Most of my Blog seems to be recollections of things that have happened to me years ago, rather than recently. I’m not sure if that’s an indication that I have led a rich life, or if I have recently become a boring person. Oh well. I suppose we go with what works, right?


It was 1992. Our high school hosted a trip to New York for us “higher grade” types. It was a good trip. We managed to pack a lot of things into the short time we were there, and it didn’t really feel as rushed as you would have thought. We managed to even sing “Oh Canada” on the Liberty Island ferry. I started us in a rousing take of our national anthem in response to a query about where we were from, and thought I would get killed. But it all turned out all right.


The part of this story that is cleverly highlighted by the title of this Blog is the period in which I broke off from our group (Led by our tour guide, who was inconspicuously dressed in bright red, waving a bright red umbrella around) to wander for a couple of hours. I walked quite a distance, passing lots of interesting shops and restaurants, as well as some strange men in an alley smoking what appeared to be a rodent.


On 5th Avenue (near Trump Tower), I passed a beggar on the street. He was dressed in burlap or something, and was lying down in a sleeping bag in a cardboard box. He asked if I could spare a quarter (and I hadn’t really seen another panhandler in a while, so I gave him a dollar).


His change container was behind him, and as he rolled over to deposit his change, his “garment” opened at the chest slightly, revealing a nice business suit underneath. I felt dirty, and used.


Shortly after, I came upon a woman in an alleyway in a cardboard box. Her arms were like toothpicks, and she had been eating what looked like a very old piece of chicken. I gave her significantly more than the other guy. But I don’t know if she could even get up to use it. No business suit underneath her clothes, to be sure.


I was haunted by her sunken eyes all day. And I felt sick when I thought of the guy on 5th Avenue, who probably had a job, and was making some extra cash at lunch.


Unbelievable.