Monthly Archive: June 2008

Shabby man by proxy

I was minding my own business on the train, eyes closed and blocking the world out when some guy sat next to me about midway through my ride. It took a few moments for it to hit me, but my olfactory senses came under attack. At first I thought a hobo sat next to me but upon further whiffs I noticed that the odour wasn’t so much urine tinged, but more just that of an unwashed body. I opened my eyes a little bit and looked askance over at the guy. In one hand he held a cup of coffee; in his other hand he held a spliff. Yessir, he was an unwashed pot head.

I closed my eyes again and just tried to ignore it all. All other seats were taken, and I wasn’t going to let a random guy force me out of my seat. Thing is, whenever the train was coming to a stop, the guy would lean over into me, pressing his filth into my vicinity. All I could do was grimace and attempt to suppress my general look of disgust: after all, I didn’t want to offend the person. I was suddenly worried that somehow I would pick up his scent and carry it with me throughout the day. I was pretty grossed out.

A few stops before I had to get off, from the spliff in hand it occurred to me that the man was likely heading to Kensington or perhaps College. Then it also hit me that damn, that meant that he’d be riding with me for as long as I’m on there. I was eager to prove myself wrong. When my stop came, I got up and rushed out–he didn’t move. When I stepped off though, he let out a big moan, stood up and headed out. Boo!

I rushed to the streetcar and hoped that it would leave before he’d get on. I didn’t want to get too close to anyone for fear that I was carrying his odour with me. I didn’t want to be the shabby-man-by-proxy. The car was packed, and the doors were about to close but somehow he managed to get on-board. There was some distance between us, but I could still smell him. Or, perhaps that was me that I was smelling. God, I was so paranoid. It was only then that I finally got a good look at him. His air was unkempt and rather long. His shirt was wide open, exposing a body ravaged by time.

College St. came around and I was proven correct: he was getting off at that stop. When he did, I took a discreet breath. I sniffed around for a few moments and to my relief I didn’t smell any thing wrong with my clothes. Thing is, maybe my nose has gotten used to the smell. I wasn’t sure. The air was clearer in the streetcar. Someone in there must have been wearing something like cotton candy lip gloss or something similar. The scent became so strong without anything there to compete with it. Smelling candy after that guy left just made me laugh.

Just another day.

Ghostly Chinese food

I’m a little bit freaked out right now. I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation for what happened, but I’m not going to spend a whole lot of time going over it in my head or else I’m going to go a bit nutty.

I had to heat some leftover chow mein and barbecue duck so I stuck a styrofoam container in the microwave. When I closed the door, before turning it on I decided to take it back out, transfer it all to a plate and put that back in the microwave for heating. So I took it out, but when I did, the styrofoam broke where I was holding it, dropping all of the contents onto the floor. That was completely unfortunate.

I swept it all up diligently and sat back at the table to eat some other things. Minutes later I got up to get some water and to my surprise I found a piece of gai lan and some noodles on the floor in front of the microwave. “OK, whatever,” I thought. I mean, I could have easily just missed it or maybe it got stuck on the broom when I was sweeping the dumped food into the dustpan. I really thought I got everything. So, I swept it up and went back to my seat. A few minutes later I got back up to get some water, and was shocked to see a piece of duck on the floor in front of the microwave.

Good God.

I swear, when I swept up the vegetable and noodles earlier there was absolutely nothing left on the floor. Where the heck did that duck come from? And why in the world was it found in the same location as the rest of the dropped food? I was paying attention! I got it all! Anyway, I swept it up and sat back down. For the rest of the meal though I was staring at that piece of floor, wondering what would happen if I blinked. Would another piece of food magically appear? Of course, I knew it wouldn’t but at the same time I wouldn’t be surprised.

(Actually, I would be, but you know what I mean.)

Lack of sleep. Mind playing tricks. Uuuuuuugh.

Managing the heat

Like I mentioned a few days ago, I’m still trying to figure out this sweat and heat management thing when I run. It wasn’t really too much of an issue last year because I was just starting out and we weren’t really running extended distances. With distances going into double digit kilometres now it’s definitely an issue I need to pay closer attention to because it might mean heat stroke or severe dehydration, both of which are obviously no good at all.

Firstly, I need to really make mental notes to remember to bring my drink bottle on these runs. We’re constantly being reminded to stay well hydrated but sometimes I just go without. During the winter, despite sweating like mad I felt like a camel. Most of the time, after my runs I’d feel all right. Now, I’m not sure I trust myself with the task of drinking copious amounts of fluids during the work day. It’s not that I’m incapable of walking over to the cooler frequently, but having to do so with great frequency isn’t conducive to productivity at all, right? And really, who wants to be piss with that amount of frequency? Not me. So, that leaves drinking during the run as the other viable option. Water during the run is OK, for sure, but…I think I now want something with a little kick.

I had a package of Heed that I got for free at one of my races. I mixed it in during a long run in my 10K clinic and it was pretty good. I thought the taste was sweet, but mild. After that, I decided to get a can of Gatorade powder. I tried it during my next long run. UGH. Man, that stuff is harsh: I didn’t like the taste at all. I’ve spoken to a few fellow runners, and some of them recommended e Load. I decided to buy a packet or two to test it out before committing to a but $45 tub. We’ll see how it goes.

The running coach noticed that I tend to sweat a lot (and really, how could you not notice? A while ago I decided that I should wear mesh caps when I run. Many people use the hats to block out sunlight, right? Not me. I wear them because they’re really good at absorbing sweat. Wearing them means I don’t have to wipe my face down with great frequency which is a plus. The coach though said that caps tend to retain heat. So, was I defeating my purpose? I don’t know! Anyway, she recommended that I try out these thin Under Armor headbands. They’re supposed to be really good at wicking away sweat. I checked them out today though and saw just how thin they were. I was absolutely unconvinced that the thin ones were going to do a good job of keep sweat from dripping down my face. So, I decided to get a wider one. I’m going to give it a go tomorrow.

I’ve recently switched to shorter shorts with a thinner material. I used to wear these long shorts that went to somewhere above the knee. With these other shorts I feel like I’m not as confined. They’re a heck of a lot cooler–not as warm. I’m thinking about buying a sleeveless shirt–it would provide more opportunities for heat to escape.

Hahah. Who knew that I’d be thinking about such things one day. My life is changing. The revolution is on. One day I will stay cool.

The curse of Dairy Queen

I’m starting to question whether there’s something very wrong with the Dairy Queen location near work. It seems that every time I get something from there I’ll end up with a lot of GI problems. Yesterday I convinced a couple of my colleagues to escape with me for an ice cream break in the late afternoon. I got a large strawberry sundae and man, it was awesome. Upon returning to my desk I was feeling rather uneasy. I couldn’t decide whether I was genuinely experiencing a symptom, or if it was all just psychosomatic. After a while I thought nothing of it and went back to coding. About an hour later I left work with a coworker. We were planning on walking over to the subway stop by the museum so that we could check out the renovations up close. Along the way he wanted to stop at a local college to get a couple of rotis for him and his wife. So alright, as I was waiting for him to get his food, the uneasy feeling suddenly came back. I was sweating hard and my vision was starting to blur a bit. As we were about to leave the college I had to stop dead in my tracks. Something had to give. I handed him by bag and headed for the cafeteria bathroom. Whoo, those were some nasty stalls. There didn’t seem to be much privacy–the locks on the doors didn’t function well. However, when you get something that urgent, you just take your chances, know what I mean?

Fuck, that was explosive.

How does something like ice cream cause such misery? I don’t get it. As my friend points out, I never had problems with DQ at university. I also don’t have issues with ice cream at home. It really does seem to be this particular location. Unfortunately for me, I seem to be the only one with this issue. The coworkers that I dragged with me to DQ seemed to be doing all right. There were no adverse effects. So what the heck is up?

According to Wikipedia, 7 out of 10 adults are lactose intolerant. It seems that it can be developed as you age. I wonder if I’m in that group. It certainly doesn’t explain why I’m fine with yogurt, cheese, ice cream, etc. It’s likely that DQ location! My friend is suggesting that we eat at another location to test this theory out, but damn, is this type of experimentation worth the distress? There’s just no good way to find out.

Bent standard

I spotted this yesterday on the way back from work at McCowan and the 401 and took a shot with my cell phone. The light standard had been hit and was bent at a precarious angle. The traffic beacon had been taken down probably to prevent it from falling on some poor driver in the southbound lanes. That’s all well and good but I ask what precautions were put in place to prevent that post from fully toppling over onto an unsuspecting vehicle in the northbound lanes. Lord, that would be a horrible way to crash your car, eh? How do you explain that to your insurance company?

“Umm, a traffic pole fell onto my vehicle. No, it looked like it was going to fall any minute. No, traffic was still being sent under it. No, it didn’t look safe…”

I’m also wondering what circumstances would cause someone to hit the standard in broad daylight. If it was someone going southbound, I can’t think of any reason to swerve over unless some fast moving car was startled by stalled traffic. If it was someone coming off the offramp, what would cause them to make a sharper turn than expected? Maybe someone from the centre turning lane crossed over to the left lane mid-turn squeezing some poor guy into no-man’s land. Or perhaps a truck was trying to pass where there wasn’t enough clearance, or made a bad turn. Ugh. No matter what, this was caused directly or indirectly by someone’s stupidity. Silly people!

Running log: 2008/06/25

As I’ve said so often, some days are awesome, others are not as great. The contrast I experienced between yesterday and today serves to demonstrate that.

Yesterday I was feeling great. We were scheduled to do a 3K(-ish) steady run. The weather was cool and I was well hydrated. Throughout the run I could sense that everyone was running faster than usual. I decided that I would attempt to keep up and for the most part I did. In comparison to how fast I usually run, I felt like I was flying through. Even though I slowed down a little bit in the last kilometre I was still going at a good pace. By the end I was still feeling great. That was absolutely one of my best runs in recent weeks.

Now today was quite different. We were scheduled to do a 4K(-ish) steady run. The weather was a lot hotter and I wasn’t as well hydrated. Over the lunch hour I spent an hour walking so I guess I didn’t have as much energy stored up. I really felt the sun beating down on me. I was sweating profusely. By the last kilometre I slowed down my pace by a minute per km. I could feel myself overheating. My mouth was very pasty and I knew that I needed to get a lot of water back into my body. It’s kind of interesting that even though I was slower today, I was running at a pace similar to how fast I’ve been running in months past.

Now, I’m not feeling too bad about today. I’ve long gotten over the fact that I’m going to continue being at the back of the group. Every run is a learning experience. For yesterday’s run, I learnt that I was going too fast and that I needed to ease up a little to maintain a consistent pace. Today I learnt that I need to figure out more about heat management and that I need to hydrate more–especially during this hot hot season. I’ve still got a lot to learn, for sure.

My next big run is on Sunday. We’re scheduled for 9K. I’m going to keep doing my best.

Respect the pedestrian!

I’m feeling mildly empowered right now. More than anything I just feel good.

Earlier during the lunch hour I went for a walk in order to get something to eat. Over at an intersection close to work I stopped to wait for the light to turn so that I could continue on my way. The pedestrian light changed to the walking man so I started to cross. Even as a good number of us pedestrians had already begun crossing this car insisted on turning right in front us. I just kept going because I had the right of way. I mean, surely he’d stop because that would be the sensible and courteous thing to do, right? Instead, he just continued his slow turn. I had to actually stop and wait for the guy to turn a mere inches away from my feet. I wasn’t happy at all. Out of the blue, I was just overcome by this sudden urge and swiftly gave his tire a good kick.

I kicked a moving car.

People around me laughed. I was so damn proud. Sure, since it was just the tire the driver probably didn’t notice. Frankly, part of me wishes that I targeted the bumper. I mean, I suppose I have a little perverse dream where give a dent or something of the like to a car that cuts me off as a pedestrian. It’s not like I want to go all Michael Jackson Black or White on a vehicle–that’s just a bit extreme. Well, all in all, I’m just satisfied with myself.

I’ve been trying to figure out whether this is all “in character” for me. Is this something classic Jason would do? I’ve had a few people say “yes.” However, I think someone put it best in saying that yes, it’s in character to want to do it, but out of character to actually go through with it. I would agree with that assessment. So, maybe I can say that I’m making progress. Ha!

Ninja secrets

On that second last day in Japan, I headed back to the apartment with all of my purchases and chilled out for a bit before being convinced to head out for a long walk to Akasaka, near Roppongi. He wanted to go to a ninja restaurant in the area. If you recall, I made an attempt to wander around the city from Roppongi back to the apartment back before the rail tour. That walk took 4 hours. Of course, I wasn’t taking a direct route, but still. Knowing that, I was skeptical about the walk. He promised a 2-2.5 hour walk. I balked at first but he retorted: “what are you going to do on your second to last night here, just sit around the apartment?” True. As such, I just decided to go along. God, that was a rough walk. I mean, after walking around the city all morning, I really just wanted some rest. Instead, I was hiking cross-city again. Sure, he took me around to see some interesting sights: Kanda Myōjin, the Imperial Palace, Hikawa Jinja in Akasaka. Of course, it was all in the dark, but still. We eventually made it to where we needed to go after 2.5 hours. I was hot and sweaty and rather unamused.

As it turned out, the ninja restaurant was called…Ninja Akasaka. Figures, doesn’t it? We waited around for a third person to join us. When we arrived, we headed in. Oh man, what a trip that place was. The reception area looked all boxed off and dark. There was a single greeter there taking names. After taking our names the greeter went from smiley to secretive and spooky all at once. She announced that a ninja was going to come in and guide us to our table so we had to pay attention. All of a sudden one of the walls opened up and in came the seater, dressed up ninja garb guiding us to follow her. She took us through some tight passages with low ceilings. The whole time she was bending her knees and looking around because, after all, we were in a ninja hideout and someone might attack at any time. We had to go up some uneven stairs and such. At one point the pathway looked destroyed–the path was broken and there was flowing water below. The guide put on a good show in decent English. “Oh no! The bridge is destroyed! What should we do?” I think we were all just in a state of WTF is going on @__@ to respond. She said, “wait…NINJA MAGIC!” She then yelled out and did a chant “rin pyou tou sha kai jin retsu zai zen….” All of a sudden, a drawbridge came down allowing us to cross. God, that was awesome. When we crossed, we finally got to the dining area. There were different rooms with tatami mats full of people enjoying themselves. When we got to our own room, we took of our shoes and sat down at the low tables.

The waitress, naturally in ninja garb, came by and greeted us. She started prefacing things saying that she wasn’t too great with English but that she will try her best. My friend then spoke up that it’s OK to speak Japanese if she has to because he’ll translate. The waitress was shocked and let out a very happy “arigatou gozaimasu!!!.” So funny!

After we ordered drinks, ehe pulled out what looked like a tube, and with great dramatic flair, she yanked on it and revealed that it was actually a scroll with the menu on it. She said that a few of the courses involved “ninja surprises.” Naturally that was a draw. Two of us ordered the “Surprise Course.” My friend ordered a steak course. Well the first course that came for us was a bunch of ninja star crackers with some foie gras. No kidding. The juxtaposition between an oddball theme the sophistication of foie gras was amusing. When the waitress came in with the second course, she announced: “first appetizer…now…dessert! Ninja surprise!” She set down two chocolate truffles in front of the two of us that ordered the surprise course. All I could think was, “umm..OK…” After a pause, she told us though that the chocolates were actually a potato type appetizer and a meat ball of sorts. Well that was neat. Heh. At some point we got this escargot type course. She came with a plate with shells on it. She did a chant and…well…probably better if you see this:

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Awesome! For another course, she brought out these veggies and started cutting them up in a small wooden bucket. She poured in a “secret soup” which was a mixture of soy milk, shellfish soup, and vegetable soup. She then took this rock and told me to say “nin nin.” I did, and then she stuffed the stone into the bucket. The contents started sizzling. Turns out the rock was 400 degrees. That heated up the whole thing. Quite awesome. She added pork, and that completed the soup. See the following vid:

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The soup itself was pretty nice. It had a very Thai feel to it. At some point someone (also in ninja garb, of course) came in to perform a funny magic show for us. He was also able to speak in broken but understandable English which makes me think they must get a lot of foreigners around the restaurant. By the end of the meal, the waitress brought in what looked like a bonsai tree. Turns out the bonsai was made of a fried wonton-like wrapper. The soil was made of chocolate cake. The green moss was dusted matcha powder. Underneath is all was ice cream and fruit. That was damn awesome.

As our guide was taking us to the front, I was expecting another crazy trip so I had my camera ready to capture it all. Unfortunately, the way out was a little for straightforward. She opened a door and there we were back at the reception area. God, that was amazing. As we headed out, someone called out to us. It was the guide. She jumped out, pulled out a scroll with a big smile: “Please come again.” Hahah. So cute! Well yes, if I find myself back in Tokyo that will be a place I’ll want to visit again. I was totally happy to have eaten in such a place. I had so much fun! It was a memorable way to slowly close out my vacation there. Of course, I still had one day to do stuff, but wow, how do you top something like that?

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