OK,
So I’m feeling a bit more generous towards the holidays today. I guess we can all be allowed to go a little insane from time to time…right? I mean it can get to all of us sometimes so lets just move on. I just put it in writing is all. I was a bit over the top yesterday in my loathing of the “season of joy”. What can I say?
Anyway, I am now on vacation for xmas… let the real work begin.
Part of my change in attitude may be because I had an xmas party today with work folk. I work at a great place with real nice people. One of the higher ups where I am invited our whole group to her home for some xmas cheer. Being me, ended up working until almost 3 even though she said we could knock off early at 2 pm (like I said, it’s a great place to work). So I showed up and my host graciously offered me a drink. She said “I have cocktails, wine, beer….” End of options so I chose beer. I was two swigs into my Corona and lime when I noticed that I appeared to be the only one in the group of 15 or so imbibing alcohol. Sudden horror. “Will they think I’m a lush?” I could hear them thinking, “Drinking beer at 3pm on a work day?” “How can we promote someone who drinks beer at their bosses house at 3pm!”uh-oh.
My direct supervisor looked at me a bit funny, but then I noticed some wine glasses around and felt better about it. Besides, they all knew that I worked in the Music business. To me being offered a beer at 3pm is late in the day day. I mean at my last job we had a beer fridge! Still, I was the only one in the room sipping beer from a bottle. Ah well. Hopefully by the time I am back at work in the New Year they will have forgotten.
Anyway I am glad to be on Vay-K!!!
Listening to Radiohead “Hail to the Thief”. I miss Radiohead. I forgot how good this record was. Gorgeous melodies and melancholy vocals. I’ve got my Radiohead, A cup of coffee and 8 days of time off ahead of me… Ahhhhhhh.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Sunday, December 18, 2005
You call this a Holiday?!?!?!?
Holiday.
Ok. So the roots of the word are in "holy-day".
We now call pretty much any time off a Holiday as most have become merely excuses for a day off.
So, with the Christmas Holidays here you would think that would mean some time off. A little RnR as it were right? Maybe some chesnuts roasting on an open Fire. A little bit of Bailey's in the coffee and goodwill towards men ( just quoting the saying is all - I'm all for Good will towards Women!)
Yet, here we are and I am stressed out. Behind me in my office is a stack of presents to wrap. On Friday I found myself obsessing over an order of Chocolate I made ovver the internet that absolutely, positively had to be here before monday morning. We are still trying to work out the location of our Monster Xmas dinner which has now come to include more people than envisioned and we are concerned that our relatively small house cannot house them all.
I have all my relatives to visit and drop little generic gifts off to so that they can clutter their houses even more. I mean, really, do I think that my aunts will use the specialty gourmet olive oil in a pretty bottle that I get them. NO! It will sit on the Kitchen counter for another year.
I still have loads of shopping to do. Hundreds of dollars of my hard earned money to spend. And in the end, everyone's opinion but my own on how we should do things matters.
Well, Fuck the Holidays. Gasp! Egads! He said it! C'mon. You were all thinking it.
Every year I see people paste on this Veneer of christmas cheer for the world. Yet in private coversations people always complain about the stress of the season and how much work it is. How much money they will spend, running around they will do and Unhealthy food they will eat.
And every year I will do the same. What's wrong with us?
Ok. So the roots of the word are in "holy-day".
We now call pretty much any time off a Holiday as most have become merely excuses for a day off.
So, with the Christmas Holidays here you would think that would mean some time off. A little RnR as it were right? Maybe some chesnuts roasting on an open Fire. A little bit of Bailey's in the coffee and goodwill towards men ( just quoting the saying is all - I'm all for Good will towards Women!)
Yet, here we are and I am stressed out. Behind me in my office is a stack of presents to wrap. On Friday I found myself obsessing over an order of Chocolate I made ovver the internet that absolutely, positively had to be here before monday morning. We are still trying to work out the location of our Monster Xmas dinner which has now come to include more people than envisioned and we are concerned that our relatively small house cannot house them all.
I have all my relatives to visit and drop little generic gifts off to so that they can clutter their houses even more. I mean, really, do I think that my aunts will use the specialty gourmet olive oil in a pretty bottle that I get them. NO! It will sit on the Kitchen counter for another year.
I still have loads of shopping to do. Hundreds of dollars of my hard earned money to spend. And in the end, everyone's opinion but my own on how we should do things matters.
Well, Fuck the Holidays. Gasp! Egads! He said it! C'mon. You were all thinking it.
Every year I see people paste on this Veneer of christmas cheer for the world. Yet in private coversations people always complain about the stress of the season and how much work it is. How much money they will spend, running around they will do and Unhealthy food they will eat.
And every year I will do the same. What's wrong with us?
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Of Guns and Men
The PM of Canada has just announced plans to make handguns illegal.
Its fine by me. A hundgun in a populous society has no other use than ot shoot another person. I like seeing that tighter controls are coming into place... Hopefully.
People talk about how this may infringe on our liberties here. I say that when sonething in created and has the power to kill others then giving up some "liberty" is a wise trade off. I am proud to live in a nation where we are free to do almost anything we would like. At the same time I am willing to live with restrictions if it is in the interest of public safety.
What concerns me more is that in the the course of a murder investigation recently, Toronto police canvassed and searched peopple homes with no reason to. While the perpetrator of such a heinous act needs to be found, I can't abide with searching people's homes with no good reason as to them being suspect to a crime. To me, his is a grave injustice, while limititng the proliferation of dangerous weapons should be applauded.
Its fine by me. A hundgun in a populous society has no other use than ot shoot another person. I like seeing that tighter controls are coming into place... Hopefully.
People talk about how this may infringe on our liberties here. I say that when sonething in created and has the power to kill others then giving up some "liberty" is a wise trade off. I am proud to live in a nation where we are free to do almost anything we would like. At the same time I am willing to live with restrictions if it is in the interest of public safety.
What concerns me more is that in the the course of a murder investigation recently, Toronto police canvassed and searched peopple homes with no reason to. While the perpetrator of such a heinous act needs to be found, I can't abide with searching people's homes with no good reason as to them being suspect to a crime. To me, his is a grave injustice, while limititng the proliferation of dangerous weapons should be applauded.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
I love the Smell of memory in the morning
People say that the sense of smell is most closely linked to memory.
I'd like to nominate the sense of SONG.
Today, while working one of the rare Saturdays my job requires, I heard the
Smashing Pumkins version of "Lansslide". Immediately I was transported
back about 5 years ago to one New Years Day. I was lying in bed and turned
on the radio to hear the same song. it started just as I regained
consciousness and really set the tone for the rest of my day. I don't
think I had thought of that morning in a while, but, I clearly remember the
post New-years eve daze. We ushered out the old Millenium the night
before. I didn't celebrate as my Uncle had passed away only 3 days before.
He was more than an uncle to me, but, a second Father. I wouldn't be the
person I am today if not for my Uncle Rocky. I awoke in a melancholy daze.
The sublte guitar and Corgan's mellow whine easing me into the day. It
began to feel like a new era, even though I was one of the people who
complained that the new Millenium didn't really begin until 2001. I spent
the rest of the day playing PC games. I had just bought Half-life and a
new Modem with some Xmas money.
Anyway, I think that songs have the ability to transport you back in time.
Emotions, visions, memories all come back. No matter where else I hear
that song, I think that it will take me right back into that New Years
Morning. It still makes me sad, yet more than a bit hopeful.
I'd like to nominate the sense of SONG.
Today, while working one of the rare Saturdays my job requires, I heard the
Smashing Pumkins version of "Lansslide". Immediately I was transported
back about 5 years ago to one New Years Day. I was lying in bed and turned
on the radio to hear the same song. it started just as I regained
consciousness and really set the tone for the rest of my day. I don't
think I had thought of that morning in a while, but, I clearly remember the
post New-years eve daze. We ushered out the old Millenium the night
before. I didn't celebrate as my Uncle had passed away only 3 days before.
He was more than an uncle to me, but, a second Father. I wouldn't be the
person I am today if not for my Uncle Rocky. I awoke in a melancholy daze.
The sublte guitar and Corgan's mellow whine easing me into the day. It
began to feel like a new era, even though I was one of the people who
complained that the new Millenium didn't really begin until 2001. I spent
the rest of the day playing PC games. I had just bought Half-life and a
new Modem with some Xmas money.
Anyway, I think that songs have the ability to transport you back in time.
Emotions, visions, memories all come back. No matter where else I hear
that song, I think that it will take me right back into that New Years
Morning. It still makes me sad, yet more than a bit hopeful.
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