Making It Up As I Go Along #392

Random Thoughts

The Return of Sunday

Starting December 6th, a week from this Sunday, my blog will once again be updated every week on Sunday rather than every eight days.

The reason for the move is I’m returning back to AFIS at work. Gone is the CPSIC shift. No more weekend working or overnights... for now.

I say for now because management in my office continue to harp on about transition and change and unclear futures. They’ve been doing it for six years and there’s no sign of that stopping anytime soon.

They are able to see far enough into the future to tell me that, come December 7, I will be in AFIS. Beyond that, we’ll wait and see.

So after a year and a few months of a less set schedule, the old Sunday routine is coming back. No more need of digging through calenders and trying to figure out the mathematics of it all. Something will be there each Sunday... plain and simple.

The Culture of War

I’ve often hinted that I thought it was coming. I now think it’s fully here. I think North Americans have become way to comfortable with the idea of war. It’s to a point that I think we’d worry about what to do with ourselves if we didn’t have some military conflict to be a part of.

For one, I’m still not even sure if you can call what goes on in Afghanistan a war. It’s some form of military action, but war really seems to not fit it. Yet we insist and proclaiming it so... therefore, it is.

We have the “War on...” phrases. “War on Drugs”, “War on Illiteracy”, “War on Terror”. We really like the way “war” sounds.

To get fit, women go to “Booty Camp” (which always brings a very flamboyant group of soldiers preparing to go overseas to the tune of Bee Gee songs). They also have “Body Combat”, “Adventure Boot Camp”, “G.I. Jane Boot Camp”, and “Kickbutt Bootcamp Workout”. Perhaps this is all one big cover as women train to overtake the men and rule the world with kettle bells and the tune of Mambo #5.

In sports, it’s often been said that the game was “a war out there”. For a little while, after Iraq started, people stopped saying that. They spoke of putting things in perspective and “this is just a game, after all”... But that feeling has gone away and we’re right back to calling heated games “wars”.

Don Cherry has virtually given up all efforts to discuss hockey related issues in his Coach’s Corner segment. He’s somehow become the man to pay tribute to the fallen. I’ve never thought that’s a bad thing. But I have also never agreed with doing such a thing between the first and second period of a hockey game. It’s out of place.

Fly overs at sporting events are as popular as ever. Jets and bombers zip past sports stadiums as if they’re about to attack. And the fans go crazy for it every time.

The Ottawa Senators, always being an organization not quite able to know what’s best, decided to call their fans “Sens Army”. For one... it’s rather desperate to have to dub your fans anything. The Senators aren’t the only team to do it but that doesn’t mean it’s a good thing for them to do. And, for another, when the news is constantly beating us over the head with “war”, and our hockey teams now “go to war”, do we really need to make fans a part of the “army”?

Yesterday, a sports talk radio host asked an American commentator what he’s thankful for (seeing as it’s American Thanksgiving). Right off the top of his head, the answer wasn’t his family. Not his friends. Not the fact that he gets paid to follow around a pro sports franchise. No, predictably, he was “thankful for the troops”. Again, I’m not saying we shouldn’t pay respect to the soldiers who put themselves in harm’s way. But I don’t feel real comfortable with that being the first thing to be thankful for on a sports talk radio show.

Like it or not, we’ve become a continent that has grown very comfortable with the idea of war. Too comfortable. It’s become a part of our everyday lives.

Grey Days

Ottawa has become grey. For about a week, the sun has gone away. Probably it’s in Vancouver or St. John’s... cause it seems very much like Ottawa got their weather the last week or so.

And with that said, I kind of enjoy the grey. It for certain beats the extreme cold. Depression comes when nostrils freeze and I’m quite satisfied being able to wear sneakers outside here at the end of November.

Also, I’ve grown up with so little sun, that I feel kind of at home when the clouds sock in. On Tuesday morning, I drove home from work in such a thick fog, that I had to reduce speed in order to give myself time to maneuver the streets. A wall stood a constant fifty feet in front of the car. Never able to see further... never able to run into it. It just hangs there in front, drifting ahead as fast as you go. And then re-enveloping you from the back... chasing from that fifty foot cushion as well.

I enjoy foggy days in Ottawa. They are so rare here that you don’t get claustrophobic, like at home. Two weeks of fog in St. John’s can get to you. A day of it in Ottawa is just sort of nice. Quiet, mysterious, mild... there’s just something nice about a foggy day. Now if only they had fog horns around here!

I also find I like a drizzly day now. Again, St. John’s drizzle is not so good. Weeks of it coupled with winds that slap you wetly in the face... not so good. But a day of drizzle with little wind means you can carry on comfortably.

I find the puddles that build on streets and sidewalks are as city tidal pools. Yes, it’s unlikely that you’ll find fish and crabs milling about the pool. But you can’t help peaking in the pool, looking for worms.


FRIDAY...
— Fairly normal day at work. Last week day dayshift for me in CPSIC. The date is in... I’m back to AFIS December 7.

SATURDAY...
— Work... nap... then off to UFC night at the bar with Phil and Sarah to start... Osana joins us. Fun night.

SUNDAY...
— Chinese food at work makes a lousy slowpitch game not hurt so bad. Plus side of the ball game, my first game played without the thumb taped.

MONDAY...
— Last hour or so of the night shift was hard. Ran out of gas and wanted a nap... DIDN’T!... no sleeping on the job... but had to get up and walk around in order to keep the blood flowing.

TUESDAY...
— Up around 11:30. Laziness follows.

WEDNESDAY...
— Still sleeping in. After 11:00 again today. Laundry and drinks and supper with Sam and his friend from Toronto.

THURSDAY...
— Quiet day with groceries and some TV. The Ottawa Senator’s third jersey is most assuredly among the five worst jerseys in the NHL today. Thank goodness Montreal has never been so stupid to design a jersey with “Habs” on the chest.