If you are a lover of animal lovers, does that make you a PETAphile?
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If you are a lover of animal lovers, does that make you a PETAphile?
Discuss
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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 Some would argue that it has been replaced by a different kind of stress.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…
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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.
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Yesterday was a passable day. Actually the work portion was passable. The parts in between and after that were good.
Well, time at work was ok. Things seem to be getting on my nerves lately. Lots of people asking questions while I’m trying to get stuff done. People will be people I suppose. It just ends up making the days longer, and I don’t really feel all that productive. So it’s nice to be able to spend time on breaks or lunch away from it.
I had lunch with Shaun today, which was a lot of fun. I have a lot of weird friends, but they are weird in a good way. We each have overlapping senses of humour so it makes for a refreshing escape from work, whether we are just e-mailing each other haiku poems and limericks, or having lunch together.
Shaun and I laugh a lot when we hang out. I’m not sure if everyone thinks that’s a good thing, because when we laugh it sounds like we’ve just hatched some crazy scheme. We talked about how we used to film movies in high school rather than do a stand-up presentation.
I told him about how Adrian and I used to make movies about Romeo and Juliet that involved Star Wars crossovers complete with crappy special effects and creative camera usage. I’ll have to dig those up sometime, if I still have them.
We talked about different topics, and enjoyed our Cheddar Club toasted subs from Mr. Sub. They are so good. By the time lunch was over my cheeks hurt from laughing so much. We talked about making a ninja movie sometime with a really twisted plot device that we may or may not reveal.
I ended up working a little late because I wanted to get some more done. I didn’t end up really getting as much finished as I wanted, but every little bit helps. It’s nice that the weekend is here. I relaxed with my wife, ate some dinner, and just chilled. A well-deserved break.
I think that being sick, and not sleeping well have affected my ability to keep my mind focused on things lately.
Of course, that doesn’t explain this new obsession with blogging, does it?
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Why do most of the critical tasks at work seem to pop up just before I leave? I’ll never understand this. I think this is the general rule for everyone. The most dire emergencies happen when you are on your way out the door to go home.
These emergencies affect the way people think, I believe. The rationality seeps out and leaves a big pocket of illogic. Observe the following conversation that I experienced once a long time ago…
Person: [Looking perturbed.] Why did you send me this document?
Jorge: Pardon?
Person: You sent me this document at lunch, and I don’t understand why you did it.
Jorge: I still don’t know what you’re talking about.
Person: [Becoming impatient.] This document for job X, you sent it to me.
Jorge: I didn’t. I haven’t even sent it out yet.
Person: I can show you. Hold on, I’ll go get it. I need to print it out.
[Person runs back to their desk on the other side of the floor to print out an e-mail that they could easily just read the header of. Person comes running back, paper in hand looking disappointed.]
Person: Oh. You didn’t send it. It was another person.
Jorge: Okay.
Person: Do you know why he sent this to me?
Jorge: [Incredulous] Huh?
Person: Do you know why this person sent this to me?
Jorge: I’m afraid I can only tap into the mental collective of people that share my name.
Person: [Looks up from deep thoughts.] Huh?
Jorge: Nothing. You should just e-mail that person and find out.
Person: [Trundles off.]
Wow. WHAT THE HELL?
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