Category Archive: written word

Big-ass bags

At some point earlier today I say Margaret Atwood retweet something from another user that had some text that caught my eye. I wasn’t so much interested in what it was about so much as the contents of the tweet. It used the phrase “big ass bags” and that made me pause for thought. When used as an adjective, the term big-ass really should be hyphenated so that the ass component of the adjective can’t be mistaken as being part of the noun being described. I mean, with “big ass bags” are we walking about bags are are “big ass,” or “ass bags” that are large? You can’t be sure. If I write it as “big-ass bags” though, there’s no ambiguity.

Grammar moment: over.

Nostalgia for knowledge

Earlier this afternoon, I was over at my parents hauling a set of heavy books over from there place to my condo. They were looking to clear up some stuff and create some space. I was happy to oblige, but taking that many big books over to my place proved to be hard work. It took me a good number of trips between the basement and my place to get everything upstairs. No matter though because those books have a bit of nostalgic value for me.

So, what’s with these books? Back in 1990, my aunts from New York kindly gave me a gift that I found entirely useful through elementary and early high school. They bought me a full leather bound set of Encyclopedia Britannica. Gosh, I loved that set; it saved me many times during various research projects. Eventually, the research projects became less frequent. Eventually I stopped using the books altogether. For the past few years, the set has just sat there at my parent’s place collecting dust. Sure, it looks handsome and rather classy, but that’s all, right? Ever since the Internet really took off, having the physical books on hand hasn’t been that important. I mean, when it comes to recent topics the books don’t have fully up-to-date information. All of the knowledge held within is pretty much a snapshot of the state of things way back then. That being said, for topics that are static, the books are still accurate. Thing is, it’s often simpler just to look things up online, right?

Anyway, the books are on a shelf in my bedroom; hey might actually make for good reading before bed on occasion. They may be slowly losing their relevancy, but the personal worth of each volume will hold.

Ear to the ground

My ear’s to the ground,
and I hear distant rumbling.
Changes be afoot.

Seeing who blinks first.
Think some will just move onward:
Got bored of waiting.

Looking for some peace.
Seeking what all humans want:
Appreciation.

Not sure what to do!
Uncertainty weighs heavy.
Burden will break us.

Making us stagnant.
Meanwhile we’ll keep on going.
Life: never simple.

One to Nine

I mentioned a little bit yesterday regarding posts that I’ve recently put up that have had something to do with numbers, either in the title, or perhaps due to some ordinal list. Like I said, it’s probably not a coincidence. That’s because on my rides on the subway I’ve been trying to take in a book on numbers that I picked up at Chapters about two weekends ago. The title is One To Nine: The Inner Life Of Numbers. This book has nine chapters exploring aspects of each digit, one through nine. I tend to really like quirky non-fiction that has something of a cultural bend to it. That’s why I kind of enjoyed books like Malcolm Gladwell’s things (I still have to read The Outliers), Freakonomics, and Eats, Shoots & Leaves. I don’t think any of the books have been perfect by any means. Even so, the writing in them had enough pull to make me want to finish the books. And then there are books like One to Nine. Jesus, I was preparing myself to like the book. I mean, the blurb that the publisher had on the book made it look like something that I would be into:

Have you ever thought about the uniqueness and simplicity of One, or what it means to be Two? Is Four really so square and why are there Seven days of the week, Seven deadly sins, or even Seven wonders of the world?

Wow. To me that sounded like it had enough content to not seem like some dry, purely theoretical tome. I’ve always enjoyed numbers a little more than the average person. In my mind there’s something very cool about how something seemingly black and white like mathematics has a lot of beauty in terms of patterns found in unexpected places. I was interested in seeing how all of that applied to everyday life situations. So, that’s why I thought such a book would be a good idea for subway reading. As I made my way through though…I quickly became more and more disappointed. Really, the book depends on the reader having a really good grasp of deep mathematical concepts. For example, maybe if I knew more about Twistor theory I’d be able to appreciate that part of the book better.

I will admit that there were some interesting things. For example the author touched on patterns that appear when you take the Fibonacci pattern modulo some number. That was kind of cool. Still, there wasn’t enough there to make me feel like I could get enough out of the things discussed. Way too much of it either went over my head, or was just presented so abstractly that my mind just didn’t want to bother trying to understand. See, that kind of bothers me. I took a lot of math long ago during engineering undergrad. I actually did learn about topics covered in the book like RSA encryption, Taylor series, etc. I don’t think any of that helped me absorb what was being said. I’m sure there were many points where my eyes must have been scanning over the page but not taking anything in. I’ve actually fallen asleep on the train a couple of times while holding the book. How sad.

I’ll take a guess and say that people that are doing some deep mathematics studies in university will probably enjoy this thing. For the casual reader, it’s not that great. Even if you have some mathematical background, the heavy parts are just too much to deal with. The blurb is inviting, but the text just talks over your head and doesn’t care if you don’t understand.

Revisiting the early days of the blog

Over at 20SB every now and then they have this Blog Carnival thing where they get people to submit a blog post on a certain topic. Then, the powers that be pick a few entries (based on some unknown criteria) and “publish” them out. I’ve submitted a post or two before but they never got picked. How’s now going to be any different? Well, it probably won’t be. I’m just doing it for free ice cream (if it hasn’t already run out). What? Ice cream?

Disclosure: This post is a part of 20SB’s Looking Back Blog Carnival, and Ben & Jerry’s is awarding free ice cream to lucky bloggers and readers!

The topic? Well, this time around they wanted people to pick out a post from the first two months of the archives of their blog. Those who know the history of my blog will know that I actually started writing back in April 2002, but lost everything in a database accident of sorts. So, my archives only go as far back as February 2003. I looked back at stuff I still have, and man, I complained a lot back then. I suppose it’s not like I’ve stopped complaining now, but, apart from my occasional emo periods, the tone is a heck of a lot more positive. A few years of experience really does go a long way. Back in February 2003, I was 22 years old and still finding my feet. At the time I was on a work term and commuting a lot. My family and I were in the process of moving from an apartment by the Don Valley Parkway to our current house. At the new house, I had dislocated my kneecap. Yikes! There’s a picture of my leg in a brace here.

The stuff I wrote back then was largely observational and rather random. When I read it now, some bits just feel manic. There was a bit of a lack of focus. I wonder why that’s the case. Maybe these days I feel like I’ve got more of a sense of purpose such that when I write I’ve got some sort of driving force guiding things. I don’t know. Maybe Twitter has changed the game somewhat. I mean, back then I got away with writing entries like this:

Excuse me…what is it with people looking at my crotch?

Ha! No kidding, eh? It’s gotten to the point where I can weed out the random thoughts, post the appropriate ones as tweets, then have a clean blog post.

Anyway, what post did I choose? Well, with a two month time frame the pickings are kind of slim. In the end I picked a post that kind of shows the fact that even if my writing lacked focus back then, my writing style was always kind of verbose, eccentric, but vivid when I allow myself to let the mind wander. I also already had a good knack for making random thoughts kind of flow into a nice train of thought. The title of that old post is: Wish I had my camera. It was posted on February 4, 2003.

It’s been one of those mornings where I wish I had my camera with me.

I got on the elevator feeling tired and sick. All the other flu symptoms that I’ve been lacking have finally caught up to me. I have a sore throat, I’m achy, I’m a bit dizzy…but I’m still going to work. I’m resolved to stay in my cubicle though. Lucky my boss isn’t here today. Anyway…

Back to the elevator. As I got off the elevator on the first floor, here I was shocked to see this line of brand new toilets sitting in a row down the hallway. It was quite the sight. You’d think you were in some sort of wongo dream or something. There were just so many. I know that the building will be upgrading plumbing fixtures in the next month, so that explains why it was all there.

Today, walking to the bus stop I had to deal with the effects of freezing rain. The sidewalks were still covered with snow yesterday. The temperature became quite mild causing things to melt a bit. It then started raining causing even more melting. By this morning, it had all frozen over again causing a hellish walk to the stop. This guy in front of my decided to walk on the road. I started to do so but I felt my feet slipping every step or two. I didn’t want to end up slipping and falling at an inopportune time causing me to be crushed by a vehicle. In the end I ended up walking through the snowy grass.

Now, because of the rain the snow was quite crunchy making the walk tougher than usual. On top of that I had to keep a close eye on the ground for piles of dog shit. Now, I don’t know what’s wrong with some dog owners, but if your pet happens to pinch a loaf in the snow it will not disappear when the snow melts. I saw lots of turds, uncrushed, and crushed by unfortunate souls who had to walk on the side like me. I thought I had successfully avoided the land mines, but then when I sat down on the second bus I could smell this faint odour of urine or fecal matter. Man, was I self-conscious. Luckily, it wasn’t me…which leaves me to question the hygiene of some of the people whom I ride with.

Blog envy

You know, generally I’m happy with all of the things I have in this blog. It’s all very reflective of who I am and what my thought processes are. Even though, like I mentioned yesterday, I do a sensible amount of self-censoring, ultimately I still feel like I’m hitting the right notes that need to be hit, know what I mean? Yes: kudos to me.

So, if I’m feeling pride over this thing, why am I still feeling some levels of inadequacy? Thing is, every now and then I fall into a bit of blog envy. As much as I write, I’m not really that much of a blog reader. On occasion I poke around to see what people are up to. It’s not uncommon for me to come across someone that writes really well. I see what he or she writes and it almost makes me step back and say, whoa, this person really has a way with words. Some people just have the talent, right? I can’t help but make comparisons to what I’ve got going.

I can recall back to high school and university when I tried to get involved with the school papers. In both cases, despite my best intentions, for whatever reason I just couldn’t get into the act of writing. Maybe it was a fear of people not really caring about what I would have written. It’s really quite unfortunate that I never came to the realization that everyone else will have gone through the same feelings. Why would the people that wrote for the papers feel any different? Unless they were suffering from something along the lines of delusions of grandeur, they will have had to start somewhere. If these people that wrote had a following, it would have been because they persevered and continued to put their work out there. If I’m being honest, if I just broke through the fear earlier on I wouldn’t be such a nut case over my writing as I am now.

Anyway, maybe part of the issue is that I’m still doing the whole daily entry thing. I started writing daily in July 2007 and by some miracle I’ve managed to carry that on all this time. There are days when I’ve got loads to say and the words come effortlessly; the thoughts just flow from my mind to my fingers and somehow it’s all magic. Other days, at 11 p.m. I sit in front of my laptop just hoping for a bit of inspiration. On those days, what I end up with feels ever so slightly empty. If I’m really sleepy, it all comes out disjointed and weird. I guess it can’t be helped, because, God knows, they can’t all be gems. Maybe the fact is that I need to break out of my normal routines. If I’m doing the same thing week in, week out, it becomes difficult to write about something that’s all been said before, know what I mean? I’m not saying life is boring–just that maybe I need to find more variety.

When all is said and done, I really do feel that taking some precious moments to reflect on the day’s events helps me to be more appreciative of my life and what I have. Never mind that what I write isn’t comparatively always the most eloquent: it’s not a competition. The act of writing is purely for myself, and as long as I stay honest then everyone’s a winner.

Some unconventional transportation

For reasons unbeknownst to me, a pair of interesting words have been floating around my brain. I wasn’t entirely clear on what their meanings were, but when I looked them up I found out that they both had to deal with modes of transportation. So, in an act of kindness, my ever-so-generous self has decided to share both words with you, the reader.

funicular
So, apparently this is a cable car that goes up a mountain or hillside on rails. There’s often a pair of cars that counter-balance each other via a pulley system. See, for me, funiculars are pretty foreign. The first time I heard about such a vehicle was on an episode of The Amazing Race. Yes, for whatever reason I remember it was this episode. Don’t judge. The people on the show were mostly talking about the funicular so matter-of-factly. I can only imagine that if I was in their position I’d be enjoying just saying the word funicular. Anyway, to my (admittedly limited) knowledge, there are no funiculars around Toronto. So I’ll use that as an excuse for my ignorance. Though, if, during your travels, you ever come across one now, you’ll be able to say with confidence “Hey! That’s a funicular!” causing people around you to be in awe either over your knowledge or your apparent gift of stating the obvious. “Like, DUH!”

palanquin
I seriously have no idea how this word pierced my mind, but it’s been bouncing around looking for release. This mode of transportation is basically something like a cot or covered frame that’s carried around via a bamboo pole that’s borne by either a pair or four men. So yeah, there are no wheels on this cabin, so it’s not like a rickshaw. Nope–purely powered by humans. According to Wikipedia, this term seems to be specific to India. Though, it’s also mentioned in the section pertaining to litters in Japan. Hmm…

You know, it just dawned on me as I’m writing this entry. The word palanquin really must have entered my mind when I was browsing the Old Photos of Japan website at work. I saw this picture of a woman being carried around in a palanquin and the word probably just stuck out. Interesting how words like that can stake a claim somewhere in your head, right?

Blissfully average

I wake up to the sounds of my usual radio morning show DJs yakking about absurdities.
I leave the house for the bus stop, knowing full well that I’m running a few minutes behind schedule.
I close my eyes and nap on the subway, focusing on the chords coming out of my ear buds.
I run for my workplace trying to not be tardy for another unimportant meeting.
I grumble about my work, holding the satisfaction internally until it can be unleashed with full force.
I leaf through mental lists of my usual restaurants figuring out what I want for lunch.
I aid my colleagues with problems, knowing that teamwork can solve anything.
I grab the last page of the newspaper and try to finish the sudoku without embarrassing myself.
I socialize with everyone, trying to keep an air of competence and composure.
I chat with my friends, attempting to make plans for the weekend.
I walk to the streetcar, thinking about what needs to be finished the next day.
I listen to the sounds of traffic and the din of the faceless crowds all trying to get home.
I eat with my family listening to acquired wisdom gathered from life lessons.
I watch the news seeing how another day in the world unfolded.
I say a thankful prayer for all of the little things I accomplished.
I think to myself about how life is, and simply smile:

I realize just how blissfully average my life really is.

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