Sunday, December 31, 2006

Extra protein?

Today I made two recipes from the cookbook Chelka sent us for Christmas, The Balanced Plate by Renee Loux. One was seasoned steamed greens and the other was wasabi mashed sweet potatoes. Both were quite tasty and pretty darn easy, although I did put a bit too much wasabi in the potatoes. Matt finished his food, and I had about two bites left when I wondered aloud about the little white oval shaped things in the mashed potatoes and popped one in my mouth to see if the taste would give it away. "Looks like insect eggs," Matt said as I swallowed. I didn't finish my mashed potatoes.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Love and hobbies

If I can be said to have a single aim in life, it is that I desire to be great at Some One Thing. This is not to say that I desire to be recognized by others as being great at Some One Thing, though I'd probably not be opposed to that. I want to look on something that I have done and continue to do and be proud of myself. I want to know that I have put in an extraordinary amount of time and effort into Some One Thing, all by myself, and feel good about it.

But, for me, at this point in time, this seems like the most unobtainable goal. Outside of my love for my wife and my God, which are by far the most important things to me, I haven't much to hold on to. I am overwhelmed with hobbies. And this because I have little attention span. If something is no longer fun I give it up. During middle school and high school I would skateboard every day, in the Florida heat, for an average of four to six hours a day. I was becoming a quite talented skateboarder. But one day I realized that it was too hot and I was too tired. So I stopped, just like that, after eight years of skateboarding.

I did this with baseball. I was a very good baseball player. But one day I found that baseball had become too serious. I walked off the pitcher's mound in the middle of the game and never played another inning, much to my father's dismay (he brought up how great a ball player I was during his speech at my wedding reception).

This characterizes my reading as well. I go through phases where I'll read very intensely into some topic for a time, be it a few months or a few years, get bored and move on.

I hate this about myself. But I wonder, does anyone have it different? Does anyone adhere to that advice of parents and teachers to "pick one thing and stick with it"?

I keep thinking about my great grandfather, Clinton. He had three loves in life: his wife, the Philadelphia Phillies, and Phillies Blunt cigars. As long as he had these three things nearby he was a happy man. When his wife dies he lost his shit completely, forgetting that he smoked cigars and driving across the state of Pennsylvania in search of his doctor. He died soon after his wife, his mind in shambles.

I want to love like that.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

The last two weeks I worked and worked and worked like a crazy person. I racked up 90 hours in ten straight days. The most I worked in a day was 15 hours this past Thursday, although the Monday of that week was a close second, coming in at 12 hours plus an hour of commuting time. It makes me tired just thinking about it.

BUT! Some good came of it all. I produced two games for Telus Mobility: a text messaging game that challenges you to translate textspeak into real English and a picture/video messaging game featuring monkeys.

I also kicked out a holiday card for SHS where you can design your own ugly holiday sweater and view a gallery of sweaters that others have made. I highly recommend this site. I usually get sick of my projects, especially if I have had to produce them quickly as I did this one, but I keep going back to see what new sweaters people have created. I am really impressed with the number of people interacting with the site. As of this moment, there are 346 sweaters in the gallery. With user-generated content sites, the general rule of thumb is that 1% of people who visit the site will actually contribute something. I think this site blows that 1% statistic away!

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Change of world view

Tonight I realized that the word camcorder is short for camera recorder, and now it sounds even more stupid to me than it did before.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

St. Paul's tomb

This is the most exciting news I've read in a long time. So bizarre. It is so odd to me to find out that a giant of a man like this actually lived. I hope I get to go to Rome some day. Beautiful.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

My baby's a damn good one

Yesterday, Matt spend a good chunk of the day making me a present, which turned out to be a mix CD. When asked why he put each song on the CD, he would answer, "Because it's a good song about love." I love my new CD, but I don't think I expressed my gratitude very well yesterday. So let me take this opportunity to tell everyone that my mix CD is awesome, almost as awesome as the boy who made it for me. He's a good one. Lemme tell ya. The rest of ya'll missed out, cuz he's mine!

Monday, December 04, 2006

This just in

From a recently rediscovered fragment of a dialogue between Augustine and his son, Areodatus:

Areodatus: Good morning, my father!
Augustine: In your supposed wisdom are you now going to tell me that it would be better had you not been born? Beware that you do not fall into grave error! You must cease this complaining, as the body is wont to do. Set your mind to number. Do you not see that 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 233, 377, 610, 987 are numbers and that they permeate the universe from one side to the other? Dare you slander the Lord? God is number, foolish boy!
Areodatus: Yes, father, now I see that what you speak is truth.
Augustine: We must put off any further discussion of this matter until a later time.

Infinite wisdom

God, if you help me to get an A on my Latin exam in an hour, I'll do anything.*

*This reminds me. When I was a little kid I played soccer and was a goalie. En outre, when I was little I had a bladder problem, wet beds and the whole deal. Every soccer game, without fail, I would be standing around at the goal and would suddenly have to pee. Really bad. I would prance around and do the pee-pee dance and pray to God that if He would only keep me from pissing myself I would do anything He asked of me. I would be a good person. Missionary? No problem. This always seemed to happen when I was playing hide-and-seek, as well. As soon as I got in the best damn hiding spot ever I would have to pee.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Ketchup Ball

My teachers in school sometimes used the term "catch up ball," as in "Don't get behind in your assignments, or you'll have to play catch up ball." While I understood that they were saying "catch up" I always thought it was a funny phrase because it sounds like "ketchup ball." How would you play ketchup ball anyway? Sounds pretty messy to me.

We hold on

Snow has fallen, folks, and it stuck to the ground. I'd say two inches. If the sky knew what was good for it, it would send down two hundred feet of snow, as I'd like to try out my first ever pair of winter boots. Having grown up in Florida where we got hurricane days off of school, snow is still something from movies and Dostoevsky novels for me. In Québec corporate grocer speak, snow is, for me, UltraMegaMagicPlusLivraisonGratuit!!! When I lived in Denver and would catch a glimpse of a chance of flurries in the forecast I would put on the jean jacket given to me by my dad, take a lawn chair over to the park across the street from our apartment building, get stoned, listen to Godspeed You! Black Emperor on headphones and wait for the snow to fall (it was a bad place I was in). I'm pretty damned excited about the good possibility of experiencing a white Christmas.

Danica and I went to mass at Ascension of Our Lord Catholic Church this morning. This was our first time. Since it is in Westmount it was filled with rich Anglos, which Danica commented on but I kept to myself because I'm usually very negative concerning churches and their congregants and I'm tired of being that way and if there is anyplace where I could attempt to learn to love even rich people it would be at a church in Westmount. Here is a description:
Ascension of Our Lord parish was formed in 1929 as the English-language outgrowth from St. Leon de Westmount parish. The building style of the church is quite different from the one usually used for catholic churches in Montreal. When it was time to build a new church in Westmount, a wealthy suburb of Montreal, it was decided to mark off by choosing a neo-gothic style of American inspiration. Plans were drawn up by MacInnis & Walsh, a Boston firm. What is unique in this medium-sized church (37,600 sq. ft. or 3 500 m2) is the location of its bell tower: its carillon is located on top of a large square tower built over the transept crossing, and not in front of the church as it is usually the case for all catholic churches. On the aesthetics point of view, it is a specific characteristic of Protestant churches. The inside of the church is very simple and very sober, in the English style. The framework of the nave is visible. The church has interesting stained glass windows and is reminiscent of St. Vincent Ferrier church in New York City.
I mostly just love being at church. It is my favorite place to be. But Danica was made to feel very uncomfortable by a guy who came up to us and asked us if, after the offering was collected, we might walk the bread and the wine up the aisle to the priest. I said yes without a second thought, as this is a great privilege for me. But this was a big mistake because Danica wasn't down with it at all. She told me to let the guy know that he'd have to find someone else. I felt bad saying this, so I asked an old lady sitting a couple rows ahead of us if she would walk the bread and wine up with me. She agreed. So, I enjoyed myself, though I doubt Danica will want to return. I prefer to go to mass at the Newman Centre, however, as this is where I am going for RCIA and I know some people there.

When we walked out the doors of the church we were greeted by a lovely blanket of snow, and that set the tone for the day, which has been very pleasant. We were supposed to go watch Battlestar Galactica with some friends, but Danica accidentally bought it off of Itunes and we watched it. This episode was a nice break from the overload of action-packed episodes. I was afraid Battlestar Galactica was turning into 24. My weak heart can only handle so much.

The snow has stopped.

Friday, December 01, 2006

I am a wonder king

This morning as I was opening the bedroom curtains I looked across the street and saw a young guy walk out of the fitness center place with one of those really tough limp-walks. He made it about 30 paces before he threw trash on the ground. I thought to myself, "You stupid son of a bitch." He walked on a bit more and went to take a big slug from his enormous coffee. Just then a car honked at him. The coffee spilled down the front of his shirt. I feel like someone organized this lovely show just for me.