Saturday, October 28

Things not to do on a rainy cold Saturday in late October:

1. Buy a pumpkin and carry it home on foot

2. Walk on sidewalks near busy puddle filled roads

3. Wear a toque without carrying an umbrella

4. Walk through a grassy park

5. Leave the gym without drying your hair

6. Walk anywhere at all, really

7. Actually, let’s just sum this all up and say: leave the house, especially when it is filled with the smell of pumpkin loaf, impending beef dip sandwiches, and sweet dry warmth

8. Write a decent blog post


D.

Friday, October 27

Everything you ever wanted to know, in 600 pages or less

It is one of the most difficult things in the world to pick up a book after staring at computers and newspapers for 8 hours a day. Evenings and weekends are better kept looking at other things, like trees, clouds, overgrown kittens, K, and yes, even TV. Basically, anything that doesn’t require thinking while using your eyes is fair game.

Never one to make my own life easier, I decided that my New Year’s resolution for 2006 would be to read a book a month. I think I’ve read 5 books this year, including the whole 800 pages of “Hitchhiker’s Guide” and, my most recent conquest, “A Short History of Nearly Everything”.

If you want to blow your mind while simultaneously feeling all-powerful and minuscule, this is the book for you. It explains pretty much everything we have come to lean and understand as a species, and how we came to know it. It accounts for every scientific discovery, from Newtonian to quantum physics, and from the largest distant sun to the smallest element of matter.

For example, the book explains that if you attached all of the tightly wound and very thin strands of DNA contained in each of the cells of one average person end to end, it would reach to the moon and back a couple of times, yet we still haven’t managed to explore the majority of life and surface area on our own planet. We know how the universe started (sort of) but we have no idea how humans as a species came to be. Basically, each chapter of the book goes a little like this: “this is what we do know, these people are arguing about this, and this is all the stuff we don’t have a clue about.” Naturally, the “stuff we don’t have a clue about” accounts for well over 50% of the content.

The most captivating and relevant section is about the world we currently live in, obviously the most advanced period for humans though our whole history as a species (from the time we descended from the trees), which only accounts for about 0.001% of the earth’s timeline, or something. To give an example of how quickly we evolved, pre-human sites have been found in Africa at which Cro-Magnons (pre-humans) basically spent a few millennia carrying stones over 10 miles to carve basic triangle shapes which they then left in organized piles over a large open plain – a “stone factory” that lasted for thousands of years, as described by the author. No actual use for the stones has been found, they just seem to have amused themselves by carving them. They also found the same shaped stones in Asia, Northern Europe, and Australia. By contrast, after we discovered how to write, it only took us about 3500 years to get to where we are now.

We’re a damned lucky bunch of meat sacks, by the way. Our climate, a major factor in our ability to advance to level we are at, is overdue for an ice age, and we aren’t even sure how quickly or slowly it will come. We are beating the historic odds in terms of catastrophic meteor events and volcanic activity. Oxygen levels are decreasing slowly, as they have been since the creation of the atmosphere. Past ice ages, it is speculated, have been caused by changes in the salt levels in the ocean. If the ocean is not salty enough, it will start to freeze and bounce back the sun’s rays, affecting water and air currents, and natural greenhouse gas level. Much of Europe and the US are kept warm because of these fragile currents.

I could go on, but you’d be better served by reading the book. And when you do, think about the huge destructive effect that humanity has had on our fragile, unique, small, blue planet. Compare that with the wonders of creation we’ve thought up, like the symphonies of Beethoven, renaissance art, the pyramids, or whatever else you happen to love for its aesthetic quality (Star Wars saga?).

But chew on this, whether we destroy the planet, or nature does it for us, all traces of our existence will be long gone before the conditions are right for life to emerge again, human or otherwise, and if we are remembered at all, it will be as a small blip in history.

Have a nice weekend!

D.

Wednesday, October 25

Writing alone for throusands of miles

I spent an hour on Sunday cleaning out my oft unused fancy fountain pen, given to my by my sis many years ago. Writing has always been a conflicting exercise for me. I have nearly illegible chicken scratch on paper, and I write very quickly. I also prefer to write with non-ball point pens, preferring the fountain pen to anything else, but the last inch to the far right of my paper is always smudged as is my right pinkie. Writing on a computer does no suit me. The letters are all exactly uniform, no matter how frustrated or happy I happen to be.

K gave me a wonderful gift for my birthday. It was a leather bound moleskin notebook, with a clasp and a pen holder and everything. I have a thousand poems lost in notebooks like that, from all over the world. It is by far the best medium for writing given the portability, flexibility, and durability.

My favorite writing moment, the one that I channel whenever I need to find that special spot, was in Switzerland. I was in Zermatt, the town at the foot of the Matterhorn, for a weekend of hiking and tennis tournaments. I climbed to the base camp one afternoon and fell asleep with my back to a boulder in an open field with an amazing panorama of Alps and blue skies. White clouds were streaming off of the evaporating snow that capped the Matterhorn’s summit. I must have been asleep for about thirty minutes, with my hemp tilly hat covering my face and my notebook open to a half written poem about nothing at all, when I was woken up by strange sounds and smells. Surrounding me, and nipping at my hat, were two dozen sheep accompanies by an eighty year old man with a big hooked stick. I carefully stood up and, giving the sheep a wide berth, found the trail back down the mountain.

Good times.

D.

Tuesday, October 24

If this blogs a rocking…

Attention faithful readers,

I am re-invigorating my blog for the new millennium, and it’s about time. I tend to think of myself as an adept user of computer-thingies, but my knowledge of HTML coding is on par with my ability to sew. Sure I wear clothes everyday, but I couldn’t make a sock if you put a gun to my head. I figured that I should learn to edit my own blog before someone decides that it’s a life and death situation – and because I haven’t learned a new “skill” since I finished school.

So I’ll be screwing around with templates and settings until I get the gist of it. So bear with me in case things get ugly, and I’m sure they will for a while.

D.

Monday, October 23

Music Review: The Tragically Hip "World Container"


A review in 4 questions

1. First of all, how much of a Hip fan are you?

My first Hip album was Trouble at the Henhouse. I’ve bought every one they made since then, except for Music @ Work – only because I thought the only reason they wrote that song was to sell it to radio stations for their 9 to 5 working sob listeners. Well, this past weekend I downloaded all the missing albums and listened to the whole Hip catalogue in order, and I was wrong about Music @ Work. It’s good as well.

So I’m a big fan, and I am now armed with historical context.

2. What are the standout songs?

The single “In View” is catchy, of course. The Hip have a knack for pop-hooks that never sound cheesy. I mean, if any other band recorded this song, it would be a cheese fest, but they pump it up, and Gord’s voice and lyrics knock it out of the park. “World Container” is, in my humble opinion, the best Hip song ever. It is emotional, complex, easy to listen to, orchestral, and catchy as all hell. I had to listen to it a few times to get into it fully, but once I did, I can’t get enough of it.

“The Kids Don’t Get It” is one of my favourites on the album as well. It is a heavy rocking song, and I love it whenever Gord screams. But basically, every tune on the CD is great. It’s a very consistent album that can be listened to from front to back without wasting one second.

3. What is the best way to describe Gord’s voice on this record?

This occurred to me while I was watching them on The Hour last night. Gord plays his vocal chords like one of those crazy wailing saxophone players. I think it’s the timbre he puts into it. It’s not a clear pitchfork sound, but he does hold his notes perfectly. And he can do so much with it, from harmonies to screams, to spoken word, to low intimate crooning. And the lyrics are as great as ever.

4. So is this the best Hip album ever?

I think it is. I never listen to an album more than a couple of times in one sitting, but it’s been my music at work from 9 to 5 for a week straight.

D.

The many faces of D

Hey.

Ususally, I shun the silly "made for bloggers" inserts that can be uploaded on the principle that they are silly - although usually highly amusing.

Anyway, here is one that I found on the most recent blog to enter my sphere. I don't think I look anything like any of these people, by the way, but the temptation of curiosity was too much for me.

It is good to know that I could replace two thirds of the male cast of Freinds.


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Monday, October 16

The announcement

The only thing I remember about the first girl I ever kissed was that she had black hair and was a good painter - for a six year old. One morning in my grade one class, I mustered up all of my courage, crept up behind her, tapped her on the shoulder, and planted a wet one right on her cheek. I was subsequently knocked clean off my feet, not by any rush of emotion but by a paint-brush wielding fist.

I’ve applied the lessons learnt from that encounter to great success with the last girl I will ever kiss, K. She had plenty of warning.

In case you live under a rock (i.e.: anywhere outside of Ottawa), K and I are getting married. Usually, big events tend to sink in slowly with me. This is the exception to that rule. I cannot wait for the wedding, both for the event itself, and for the larger context of being a married couple. And, as evinced by K’s recent frantic blogging of the subject, she is a bit excited as well.

I do have to choose my words carefully. K and I are getting married, but we are not yet engaged. The perfect girl who will be joining me in this perfect wedding (stay tuned for details!) must have the perfect engagement as well, which will be hatched in the coming months.

For those of you who are out of the loop, here is a list of blog entries that will get you up to speed on all things wedding related.

K's blog posting
Refried Bride (a dedicated wedding blog)
A Poem from Elsewhere

Until next time!

D.

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