My uncle Momi gave me a stern talking to earlier this evening asking me to update my blog. He threatened to unfollow me if I didn't keep it up. Most of you don't know my uncle, but he is large. Like thick and full of muscles large. And Israeli. Like Israeli army Israeli. And one thing I've learned in all my years knowing him. You listen to him. Don't get me wrong. I'm not scared of him or anything. Just kidding, Momi, I am.
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My baby sister Erin is engaged! And she couldn't have picked a nicer guy. Brandon is his name. Talking sports with me is his game. And if that's your game, we're good.
Erin is the best. And she deserves a great guy. I couldn't be happier for the two of them.
I'd like to take this opportunity to provide some sage advice for the soon to be married couple as I am now a seasoned pro, 1.5 years into marriage.
1. Don't just appreciate each other. Tell each other you do. Don't ever let the other forget it. That's usually how fights break out.
2. If you haven't already, fart under the covers. Both of you. If you can withstand the dutch oven, your marriage will forever be wonderful. No issue is as bad as that.
3. Don't forget to continue to have your own lives. Friends, sports, etc. Time apart is the best part of marriage. Just kidding. But having lives outside of each other makes the time together that much better.
4. Don't fart in public and when someone asks what the smell is, point at each other and say it was the other. Blame is a shame. I just made that up. I should get a t-shirt made.
5. Have fun together. You're going to be spending a ton of time together for the next lotta years. So enjoy each other's company and always at least pretend your listening.
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Tonight I got my iPhone 4 and I'm so pumped. Problem was that my laptop is too old and can't handle the new software. So I am currently transferring a ton of files onto our newer computer. I never knew I could do the file transfer I'm doing now. All you need is an ethernet cable. Who knew?? I feel like a hacker. Seriously, I want to share the secrets of file transfer with everyone. I just have this sneaking suspicion that most people will tell me that I'm an idiot for not knowing that. And then I'll lose this high I've got.
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Sign I'm approaching 30: I'm totally getting into scotch. Not everything about turning 30 is lame. Hello coolness!
Friday, October 1, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Break out the bubbly!
Tonight I am a champion. Just a few hours ago, the GreenGold Athletics won their 1st championship. And it feels so good. How many guys out there can say they've won the B'nai Brith, B2 Division softball championship? I bet you can't name too many.
The team was incredible. We went 14-2 over the last 16 games of the season (including playoffs) and outscored our opponent 22-3 in the 2-game final. That's a thorough thrashing if you ask me. We had stellar pitching, timely hitting and impenetrable defense. We were a proud bunch tonight having beers and food at the Firkin. The hardest part is waiting all the way until next year.
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For those keeping score at home, that's a Beavers hockey championship and a GreenGold baseball championship in 2010.
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You know I did last week? I went to go see Rock of Ages, a musical showing in Toronto. Lauren and my sister Erin really wanted to go. I didn't really care, but I agreed to go. And folks, I'm glad I did. The show was funny. The music was great. But how could you go wrong with 80's rock? I highly recommend the show.
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Sign I'm approaching 30: My big night out in the last month was a musical at the Royal Alex.
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I also want to give a quick shout out to my friend Carla who premiered her short film at TIFF last week. It was a lot of fun to go and see it and she was brilliant in the Q&A. Congrats Carla. Selfish point: The beautiful art we bought from Carla 6 months ago is skyrocketing in price. Boo ya!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
I'm a hot head.
I played softball tonight, filling in on my brothers-in-law's team. We warmed up and waited for the other team to show. Finally they started to show and one-by-one, we started noticing some things. Cut-off t-shirts, tight muscle shirts, black Adidas track pants and designer sunglasses on the field. We were playing against the Jersey Shore cast.
And they didn't disappoint. They were going nuts on each other after the first inning. Really getting into each others' faces. It was great fun to watch. We were crushing the ball, too, which made things worse.
Most of you reading the blog know me. And most of you know me as a nice, mild-mannered guy. Right? Well, apparently the Jersey Shore cast brings out the other side of me.
We're in the 4th inning and I'm up at bat. The pitcher (I think he's Ronny) has huge muscles. And he makes sure everyone notices, too. He lifts his sleeves between each pitch. And lifts his shorts up when he's at bat. He throws a wild pitch and our man on 3rd runs home and scores. The runner is no Usain Bolt so the bench goes nuts, cheering like crazy.
The excessive cheering did not bode well for me at the plate. The next pitch was thrown above my head. I started to get the feeling that something was going on. I started thinking that maybe, just maybe the pitcher was about to take out his frustration on me. It's three balls and one strike now. And with the pitcher getting set to pitch the next one, the feeling in me that he was about to try and hit me was overwhelming. The wind up, the pitch and he threw one as hard as he could right behind me. A fuse blew in my brain. I threw down my bat and took a hard step towards the mound. The next words out of my mouth were profound and profanity-laced.
The umpire, a real hot head himself, stepped in and said that he knew FOR A FACT that the pitcher was not trying to hit me. Idiot. Seriously, a total fucking idiot.
Being the nice guy that I am, I tried to have a conversation with the umpire after the inning asking how it was possible that the pitcher wasn't throwing at me. That's when I got my official warning from the ump that the next time I spoke I'd be thrown out.
In my next at bat, I hit the ball hard and far, but it was right at their centre fielder. No big deal, as I had already had a triple and a single off the guy. But this time, as I'm walking back to the bench, the pitcher says: "Take a fucking seat." I kept my cool.
I calmly went up to my friend, the ump, and explained what the pitcher said. The ump runs over to another player on my team and says, verbatim: "I can't call anything I don't hear. So tell your player that another word and he's gone and to stay the hell away from me." Me. Really? I hadn't yelled or screamed or even showed up the ump. He was a complete hot head. But now I wanted to really get to him.
Finally, in the last inning, I was playing first and there was a nice play. The ball was thrown to me at first and the ump called that my foot came off the bag. Wrong. So I looked at him and he goes into this diatribe about how he saw my foot come off. So I put my hand up and told him I didn't want to hear anymore. I was actually upset with myself because I had come up with a better line afterward. I wanted to tell him that we weren't on speaking terms, so he should just keep his mouth shut. It was my George Costanza "jerk store" moment.
I stayed in the game. We won. I went 3 for 4 and played solidly in the field. All in all, a pretty fun game. And no one got hurt.
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Sign I'm approaching 30: I consider rushing the mound when I get a ball thrown at me in underhand softball. Oh, and it's B'nai Brith.
And they didn't disappoint. They were going nuts on each other after the first inning. Really getting into each others' faces. It was great fun to watch. We were crushing the ball, too, which made things worse.
Most of you reading the blog know me. And most of you know me as a nice, mild-mannered guy. Right? Well, apparently the Jersey Shore cast brings out the other side of me.
We're in the 4th inning and I'm up at bat. The pitcher (I think he's Ronny) has huge muscles. And he makes sure everyone notices, too. He lifts his sleeves between each pitch. And lifts his shorts up when he's at bat. He throws a wild pitch and our man on 3rd runs home and scores. The runner is no Usain Bolt so the bench goes nuts, cheering like crazy.
The excessive cheering did not bode well for me at the plate. The next pitch was thrown above my head. I started to get the feeling that something was going on. I started thinking that maybe, just maybe the pitcher was about to take out his frustration on me. It's three balls and one strike now. And with the pitcher getting set to pitch the next one, the feeling in me that he was about to try and hit me was overwhelming. The wind up, the pitch and he threw one as hard as he could right behind me. A fuse blew in my brain. I threw down my bat and took a hard step towards the mound. The next words out of my mouth were profound and profanity-laced.
The umpire, a real hot head himself, stepped in and said that he knew FOR A FACT that the pitcher was not trying to hit me. Idiot. Seriously, a total fucking idiot.
Being the nice guy that I am, I tried to have a conversation with the umpire after the inning asking how it was possible that the pitcher wasn't throwing at me. That's when I got my official warning from the ump that the next time I spoke I'd be thrown out.
In my next at bat, I hit the ball hard and far, but it was right at their centre fielder. No big deal, as I had already had a triple and a single off the guy. But this time, as I'm walking back to the bench, the pitcher says: "Take a fucking seat." I kept my cool.
I calmly went up to my friend, the ump, and explained what the pitcher said. The ump runs over to another player on my team and says, verbatim: "I can't call anything I don't hear. So tell your player that another word and he's gone and to stay the hell away from me." Me. Really? I hadn't yelled or screamed or even showed up the ump. He was a complete hot head. But now I wanted to really get to him.
Finally, in the last inning, I was playing first and there was a nice play. The ball was thrown to me at first and the ump called that my foot came off the bag. Wrong. So I looked at him and he goes into this diatribe about how he saw my foot come off. So I put my hand up and told him I didn't want to hear anymore. I was actually upset with myself because I had come up with a better line afterward. I wanted to tell him that we weren't on speaking terms, so he should just keep his mouth shut. It was my George Costanza "jerk store" moment.
I stayed in the game. We won. I went 3 for 4 and played solidly in the field. All in all, a pretty fun game. And no one got hurt.
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Sign I'm approaching 30: I consider rushing the mound when I get a ball thrown at me in underhand softball. Oh, and it's B'nai Brith.
Friday, August 6, 2010
So that's why we have traffic!!
Writing a blog is weird. You write it, you post it and then you just hope that some people might read it. And if you're really lucky, those reading it might even pay attention to it. And if you're really really lucky, they might even comment or send you a personal note or email.
Well, call me lucky. My last blog wrestled with the infuriating nature of traffic on the 401 and the infuriating part to me was my lack of understanding. Why the hell does it happen?
Well, when you have cousin doing a physics PHD at Harvard, you can sometimes get answers to things you don't understand. And then you feel stupid.
Gilad, you have earned your mention in today's edition of the blog.
Keep in mind, the following is written by a Montrealer, hence the anti-Ontario sentiment in #1. The rest of material is actually very smart and interesting.
You can read the explanation here:
There are three likely possibilities:
1. You're in Ontario, which means people don't know how to drive... therefore weird things happen.
2. The road width changes. If you go from 2 lanes to 3, then suddenly traffic can move faster. (If this isn't obvious, put a narrow tube at the end of a long one, and you'll see that the water flows faster out of the narrow tube than it flows through the big one). On a related note (which will also be related to point 3), when you lose a lane, traffic increases since the road is now narrower, but after a few kilometres, once people get over the whole merging jam, traffic could start to flow smoothly again even if you still have less lanes. (This is called a steady state solution... at the boundary where you lose a lane, traffic starts... but away from the boundary, people figure out how to drive faster and deal with the missing lane).
3. The most interesting point: a "domino effect" or "butterfly effect", etc. Imagine a line of cars, all cruising at the same speed.
Car 1 taps his breaks.
Car 2 sees car 1's break lights, but by the time he processes it, he needs to tap his breaks a little harder than car 1 did so as not to crash into him.
Car 3 sees car 2's break lights, but again because of his delay, needs to press a little harder than car 2 did, which is even harder than car 1's breaks.
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Car 1000 slams on his breaks, because of all the time delays.
So... let's consider 2 lanes now. Car 1 switches lanes (and probably slows down a little).
Car 2 sees him moving, and taps his breaks.
Car 3 sees the breaks, has a short delay, then presses his own breaks, etc....
Conclusion: Even though there wasn't an accident, if there are lots of cars to begin with, and someone at the front is switching lanes and / or keeps tapping the breaks, then it could lead to more traffic further behind.
When traffic cleared, it's likely that the leaders of the pack causing the trouble had gotten off at the exit before (or started driving normally).
That's how it's possible to have traffic out of nowhere.
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Alright, Gil, if you can solve that, can you figure out the opposite? As in the lack of traffic to my blog? Boo ya.
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Sign I'm approaching 30: I'm interested in traffic.
Well, call me lucky. My last blog wrestled with the infuriating nature of traffic on the 401 and the infuriating part to me was my lack of understanding. Why the hell does it happen?
Well, when you have cousin doing a physics PHD at Harvard, you can sometimes get answers to things you don't understand. And then you feel stupid.
Gilad, you have earned your mention in today's edition of the blog.
Keep in mind, the following is written by a Montrealer, hence the anti-Ontario sentiment in #1. The rest of material is actually very smart and interesting.
You can read the explanation here:
There are three likely possibilities:
1. You're in Ontario, which means people don't know how to drive... therefore weird things happen.
2. The road width changes. If you go from 2 lanes to 3, then suddenly traffic can move faster. (If this isn't obvious, put a narrow tube at the end of a long one, and you'll see that the water flows faster out of the narrow tube than it flows through the big one). On a related note (which will also be related to point 3), when you lose a lane, traffic increases since the road is now narrower, but after a few kilometres, once people get over the whole merging jam, traffic could start to flow smoothly again even if you still have less lanes. (This is called a steady state solution... at the boundary where you lose a lane, traffic starts... but away from the boundary, people figure out how to drive faster and deal with the missing lane).
3. The most interesting point: a "domino effect" or "butterfly effect", etc. Imagine a line of cars, all cruising at the same speed.
Car 1 taps his breaks.
Car 2 sees car 1's break lights, but by the time he processes it, he needs to tap his breaks a little harder than car 1 did so as not to crash into him.
Car 3 sees car 2's break lights, but again because of his delay, needs to press a little harder than car 2 did, which is even harder than car 1's breaks.
....
.....
Car 1000 slams on his breaks, because of all the time delays.
So... let's consider 2 lanes now. Car 1 switches lanes (and probably slows down a little).
Car 2 sees him moving, and taps his breaks.
Car 3 sees the breaks, has a short delay, then presses his own breaks, etc....
Conclusion: Even though there wasn't an accident, if there are lots of cars to begin with, and someone at the front is switching lanes and / or keeps tapping the breaks, then it could lead to more traffic further behind.
When traffic cleared, it's likely that the leaders of the pack causing the trouble had gotten off at the exit before (or started driving normally).
That's how it's possible to have traffic out of nowhere.
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Alright, Gil, if you can solve that, can you figure out the opposite? As in the lack of traffic to my blog? Boo ya.
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Sign I'm approaching 30: I'm interested in traffic.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
More traffic to Montreal than to my blog
Let me start off by saying that I'm actually quite pleased with the traffic to my blog so far. In fact, it's quite humbling to know that people are somewhat interested in reading what I have to say.
But that traffic does not compare to what we experienced on the way to Montreal as well as the way home. It's a long weekend, so we expected traffic. It's frustrating no matter what.
Here's the thing, though. I don't fuckin understand traffic. Sure it makes sense when there's an accident or construction, but can someone please explain to me how there can be a complete stand still and then 1 km down the road it just opens up. Honestly, I don't understand it. As I said to my sister Erin in the car, it seriously makes my brain hurt when I think about it. I know this sounds like a bit, but I just don't get it. Ok, that's enough about that.
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I was in Montreal this past weekend for my Uncle Momi's 50th birthday party. Nothing like a 50th birthday to make someone feel better about their journey to 30! It was a great party and nice to see the whole fam.
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Lauren (my wife) told me a hilarious story today that I can't even believe is true. Before I tell the story, it's important to know this about her. She has olive skin. And in the summer, she tans beautifully and gets a nice dark colour. We clear? Good.
So she's walking out of work today on University Ave. in Toronto. She's standing on the corner waiting for the light to change when a black woman taps her on the shoulder and says: "Hey, you're almost as dark as me." HA! I lost it when she told me that. Could there be a more random encounter on the street? What did Lauren reply? Nothin'. She smiled awkwardly and ran across the street when the light changed.
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Sign I'm approaching 30: Got my hair cut on Friday. First thing Lauren mentions: "Wow, that patch of grey hair really stands out now." Sigh.
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Sarah (remember my intern?) is no longer my intern. She has officially been promoted to account co-ordinator. Can't think of anyone more worthy of the promotion. Well, she was the only one in line for that promotion. Sadly, she's headed back to school at the end of next week. I will miss teasing her until she cries.
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KV. Always a good idea to keep your boss happy with a mention in your blog. That's a lesson for all the young readers out there.
But that traffic does not compare to what we experienced on the way to Montreal as well as the way home. It's a long weekend, so we expected traffic. It's frustrating no matter what.
Here's the thing, though. I don't fuckin understand traffic. Sure it makes sense when there's an accident or construction, but can someone please explain to me how there can be a complete stand still and then 1 km down the road it just opens up. Honestly, I don't understand it. As I said to my sister Erin in the car, it seriously makes my brain hurt when I think about it. I know this sounds like a bit, but I just don't get it. Ok, that's enough about that.
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I was in Montreal this past weekend for my Uncle Momi's 50th birthday party. Nothing like a 50th birthday to make someone feel better about their journey to 30! It was a great party and nice to see the whole fam.
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Lauren (my wife) told me a hilarious story today that I can't even believe is true. Before I tell the story, it's important to know this about her. She has olive skin. And in the summer, she tans beautifully and gets a nice dark colour. We clear? Good.
So she's walking out of work today on University Ave. in Toronto. She's standing on the corner waiting for the light to change when a black woman taps her on the shoulder and says: "Hey, you're almost as dark as me." HA! I lost it when she told me that. Could there be a more random encounter on the street? What did Lauren reply? Nothin'. She smiled awkwardly and ran across the street when the light changed.
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Sign I'm approaching 30: Got my hair cut on Friday. First thing Lauren mentions: "Wow, that patch of grey hair really stands out now." Sigh.
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Sarah (remember my intern?) is no longer my intern. She has officially been promoted to account co-ordinator. Can't think of anyone more worthy of the promotion. Well, she was the only one in line for that promotion. Sadly, she's headed back to school at the end of next week. I will miss teasing her until she cries.
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KV. Always a good idea to keep your boss happy with a mention in your blog. That's a lesson for all the young readers out there.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Taking my talents to the Moose
After an absolutely crazy week last week, I took the weekend to relax. It gave me some time to think. I've actually been thinking a lot lately about what I want to accomplish before I hit 30. I'd like to be taller. Not really tall, just a little taller. I've started stretching (vertically, of course). I will chart my course and keep you, my loyal readers, up-to-date.
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Lots of people have been talking to me about my blog lately. I'm not ready to start the fan club just yet, but it's a great conversation piece. Thing is, the conversation inevitably leads to everyone asking for a mention in the blog. And then I smile and nod and say no problem. But now that I'm a celebrity (read: first-time blogger desperate for interested readers), I can't just mention everyone. A mention has to be earned. You can also just be nice to me.
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I did not win the $50 million Lotto Max jackpot this weekend. It's amazing that I go through the same thought process every time I buy a ticket. It's a four stage process:
1. I slowly but surely convince myself that there's no reason I couldn't win this time.
2. Then I start to think about some of the things I'd do with the money.
3. Phase 3 is when the draw is just an hour or so away and I have now convinced myself that this week is actually likely to be my winning week and start to work on my reactions. I've settled on the slow OMG's to start, building up into consecutive "Holy shit's" and finally running around in circles wherever I am.
4. The 4th phase is where I lose and come crashing back down to Earth. Just want to be clear that this phase is the worst one.
There you have it. Three phases of hope and one of reality. Too bad only the last one counts. The others are much more awesome.
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Signs I'm approaching 30: I get really upset with myself if I forget to pack a fat-free pro-biotic yogurt for my 3:30 snack.
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I've made a decision for this upcoming season. This is hard...I'm going to take my talents to Wednesday nights with the Moose. I will now be a Moose on Wednesday and a Beaver on Thursdays and Sundays.
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Big win in 3-on-3 hockey tonight with playoffs starting next week. Team is on a roll heading into the playoffs. Would love to take home the championship. We don't get diamond encrusted championship rings, but we do get vouchers at the Thirsty Penguin that we can use towards some food and drinks. Talk about something to play for.
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Lots of people have been talking to me about my blog lately. I'm not ready to start the fan club just yet, but it's a great conversation piece. Thing is, the conversation inevitably leads to everyone asking for a mention in the blog. And then I smile and nod and say no problem. But now that I'm a celebrity (read: first-time blogger desperate for interested readers), I can't just mention everyone. A mention has to be earned. You can also just be nice to me.
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I did not win the $50 million Lotto Max jackpot this weekend. It's amazing that I go through the same thought process every time I buy a ticket. It's a four stage process:
1. I slowly but surely convince myself that there's no reason I couldn't win this time.
2. Then I start to think about some of the things I'd do with the money.
3. Phase 3 is when the draw is just an hour or so away and I have now convinced myself that this week is actually likely to be my winning week and start to work on my reactions. I've settled on the slow OMG's to start, building up into consecutive "Holy shit's" and finally running around in circles wherever I am.
4. The 4th phase is where I lose and come crashing back down to Earth. Just want to be clear that this phase is the worst one.
There you have it. Three phases of hope and one of reality. Too bad only the last one counts. The others are much more awesome.
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Signs I'm approaching 30: I get really upset with myself if I forget to pack a fat-free pro-biotic yogurt for my 3:30 snack.
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I've made a decision for this upcoming season. This is hard...I'm going to take my talents to Wednesday nights with the Moose. I will now be a Moose on Wednesday and a Beaver on Thursdays and Sundays.
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Big win in 3-on-3 hockey tonight with playoffs starting next week. Team is on a roll heading into the playoffs. Would love to take home the championship. We don't get diamond encrusted championship rings, but we do get vouchers at the Thirsty Penguin that we can use towards some food and drinks. Talk about something to play for.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Lorne gets past 3rd base. So does the Bachelorette.
The Beavers summer hockey team won again tonight. The team is on a role now. With 2 hockey games and 2 baseball games under my belt as a 29-year-old, we are currently 4-0. So far, so good with this whole 29 thing.
Dubin, the Beavers captain, is full of great quotes and was almost inspiration for another blog idea I had called "Quotes from a hockey locker room". There is no shortage of laughter in the dressing room. Having just moved into a new house, Dubin suggested (quite seriously, mind you) that we have a Beavers sleepover soon. This is the same guy who once asked the lone Japanese player on our team if he was "originally from Sushi"? Really? Yup, really. I'll regale you folks with more as the season goes along. There are tons.
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Hit my first home run of the season last night. It's been a long time coming. Hopefully there's more to come. Baseball is a team game, though. The win last night was a great team effort. And by team effort, I mean my home run.
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Being 29 is not all roses. Work has been challenging lately. Lots to get done in a really short period of time. The way I see it, it'll be that much more satisfying when we get through it. How's that for a good attitude?
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Signs I'm approaching 30: This past weekend I was out until about 11pm on both Friday and Saturday night and I can't stop talking about what a crazy weekend I had. Look out club district. I'm coming for you next.
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I'd like to make a comment about the Bachelorette right now. I have seen parts of a few episodes this season because Lauren is hooked. Weird, cause she's never watched it before. Well tonight, Frank, one of the final 3 told Amy that he was leaving because he was still in love with his ex back in Chicago. Well, she was devastated and couldn't believe that he had feelings for another woman. Makes sense, right? No, it most certainly does not. Before the commercial break, we saw her going to screw the dude from Cape Cod. And the before the commercial break prior to that one? She slept with Roberto.
Just to be clear. Day 1, she sleeps with Roberto. Day 2, she sleeps with Chris. Day 3, Frank tells her that he's in love with a girl back home and she can't believe that he would do something like that. Those guys must have f*%ked her brains out, cause she's a hypocritical moron. Just sayin'.
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The readership has started to grow and the response has been great. Really appreciate it, everyone. It makes me want to keep this thing going. Maybe I will...maybe I will. Please sign up to be a follower and I'd love to hear from you guys. Please comment when you can.
Dubin, the Beavers captain, is full of great quotes and was almost inspiration for another blog idea I had called "Quotes from a hockey locker room". There is no shortage of laughter in the dressing room. Having just moved into a new house, Dubin suggested (quite seriously, mind you) that we have a Beavers sleepover soon. This is the same guy who once asked the lone Japanese player on our team if he was "originally from Sushi"? Really? Yup, really. I'll regale you folks with more as the season goes along. There are tons.
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Hit my first home run of the season last night. It's been a long time coming. Hopefully there's more to come. Baseball is a team game, though. The win last night was a great team effort. And by team effort, I mean my home run.
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Being 29 is not all roses. Work has been challenging lately. Lots to get done in a really short period of time. The way I see it, it'll be that much more satisfying when we get through it. How's that for a good attitude?
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Signs I'm approaching 30: This past weekend I was out until about 11pm on both Friday and Saturday night and I can't stop talking about what a crazy weekend I had. Look out club district. I'm coming for you next.
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I'd like to make a comment about the Bachelorette right now. I have seen parts of a few episodes this season because Lauren is hooked. Weird, cause she's never watched it before. Well tonight, Frank, one of the final 3 told Amy that he was leaving because he was still in love with his ex back in Chicago. Well, she was devastated and couldn't believe that he had feelings for another woman. Makes sense, right? No, it most certainly does not. Before the commercial break, we saw her going to screw the dude from Cape Cod. And the before the commercial break prior to that one? She slept with Roberto.
Just to be clear. Day 1, she sleeps with Roberto. Day 2, she sleeps with Chris. Day 3, Frank tells her that he's in love with a girl back home and she can't believe that he would do something like that. Those guys must have f*%ked her brains out, cause she's a hypocritical moron. Just sayin'.
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The readership has started to grow and the response has been great. Really appreciate it, everyone. It makes me want to keep this thing going. Maybe I will...maybe I will. Please sign up to be a follower and I'd love to hear from you guys. Please comment when you can.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
What's in a number?
Thank you to all my fans (read: fan) for your support after my first post earlier this week. I even have them (read: him) clamouring for more. So here it is.
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When I came up with this blog idea, I didn't really know where it would go or the subject matter. People write blogs about specific themes, ideas and passions, but I am taking a bit of a leap of faith that the journey to 30 will deliver enough interesting material along the way.
And then came my content producer, KV, posing a really interesting question. People over 30 always hearken back to the year they were 29. But what is it about 29? Was it actually that great a year in your life OR is it more of a nostalgia for your last gasp of your 20s.
Me? My gut tells me it's the latter, but I hope it's both. Not just because it will make this blog better if this turns out to be an incredible year, but because why they hell wouldn't I want an incredible year?
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So far the first week of being 29 has been incredibly busy. Work is nuts. Long and busy days. Productive, though. And I'm always up for a challenge. The weekends looking pretty enticing right now, though.
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"The Decision". LeBron made his big decision last week on ESPN. I now have my first big decision as a 29-year-old. I've been a member of the Beavers hockey organization for 6 years now. Ever since I moved back to Toronto from Montreal. I started off playing for the Beavers once a week (Thursday night). Then we started the Baby Beavers (Tuesday nights) and we've had that team for 4 years now. I even play for the BB Beavers on Sunday mornings now. Now, I might be leaving the Baby Beavers for the Wednesday night Moose. I have a meeting next week with the captain of the Moose as part of my recruitment tour. Where will I take my game? I will make my announcement right here on my blog. Stay tuned.
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Tonight I babysat my 11 week old nephew. I'm trying to convince him to write a blog about his journey from 12 to 13 weeks. He's at a funny age. He still doesn't really do anything, but he's super cute. He was really good for most of the night, but had his moments. And he puked on me. Twice. Didn't deter me from having kids, though. Still want 'em.
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Signs I'm approaching 30: Turned down going for a drink with colleagues to get home to make dinner for my cousin and babysit my nephew. Domesticated, ya!
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When I came up with this blog idea, I didn't really know where it would go or the subject matter. People write blogs about specific themes, ideas and passions, but I am taking a bit of a leap of faith that the journey to 30 will deliver enough interesting material along the way.
And then came my content producer, KV, posing a really interesting question. People over 30 always hearken back to the year they were 29. But what is it about 29? Was it actually that great a year in your life OR is it more of a nostalgia for your last gasp of your 20s.
Me? My gut tells me it's the latter, but I hope it's both. Not just because it will make this blog better if this turns out to be an incredible year, but because why they hell wouldn't I want an incredible year?
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So far the first week of being 29 has been incredibly busy. Work is nuts. Long and busy days. Productive, though. And I'm always up for a challenge. The weekends looking pretty enticing right now, though.
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"The Decision". LeBron made his big decision last week on ESPN. I now have my first big decision as a 29-year-old. I've been a member of the Beavers hockey organization for 6 years now. Ever since I moved back to Toronto from Montreal. I started off playing for the Beavers once a week (Thursday night). Then we started the Baby Beavers (Tuesday nights) and we've had that team for 4 years now. I even play for the BB Beavers on Sunday mornings now. Now, I might be leaving the Baby Beavers for the Wednesday night Moose. I have a meeting next week with the captain of the Moose as part of my recruitment tour. Where will I take my game? I will make my announcement right here on my blog. Stay tuned.
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Tonight I babysat my 11 week old nephew. I'm trying to convince him to write a blog about his journey from 12 to 13 weeks. He's at a funny age. He still doesn't really do anything, but he's super cute. He was really good for most of the night, but had his moments. And he puked on me. Twice. Didn't deter me from having kids, though. Still want 'em.
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Signs I'm approaching 30: Turned down going for a drink with colleagues to get home to make dinner for my cousin and babysit my nephew. Domesticated, ya!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Day 1: 29th Birthday
I turned 29 today.
The start of the last year in my twenties. Downer or exciting? Well, stay tuned to this blog to find out. It started by my boss (KV) telling me that being 29 isn't Feng Shui. How's that for a start to your birthday? I don't even know what the hell that means. I always thought Feng Shui was the energy you get from setting up your couches, ottoman and plants in the right way. How can a whole year of my life not be Feng Shui? She told me I should be fine though, cause it was a good year for her. I moved my plant a little just in case.
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Today's exciting. How can it not be? Lots of calls, emails, tweets and Facebook wall posts. And don't think for a second that I'm not keeping track. My great grandmother taught me that. Always make a list on your birthday of who contacted you so that you can have people to be angry at for the next year.
Speaking of the Facebook wall posts, I asked my intern Sarah how many wall posts I would need to not be deemed a loser. She quickly replied 20 as if I were an idiot for not knowing that. Maybe I am getting old. By the time I asked her late morning, I was already at 23 and breathing a serious sigh of relief. It's the end of the day now, with less than an hour to go and I hit 41. Sarah said that's not just above loser category, but creeping into cool/popular. What, what!
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I do have to thank KV for something today. She named the blog. Thanks!
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I told my aunt today that I did my favourite things for my birthday. I ate and I played hockey (2 goals tonight). Lauren made me an ice cream cake for the big day. Graham cracker crust, a layer of fudge, vanilla ice cream with her famous chocolate chip cookies mixed in and a topping of more fudge, more cookies and m&m's! The most annoying thing is that I had to share.
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Sign that 30 is approaching: Guy on the other team cross-checked me in the back with 15 seconds to go in the game tonight. Instead of going after him, I shook his hand in the post-game handshake and told him that what he did was "unnecessary". Needless to say, he didn't give a shit.
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Favourite tweet of the day: From @FATJEW: Iron Man is an action hero. Iron Woman is a command.
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My current status in my first day as 29:
Marital Status: Married
Children: 0
Job: Account Supervisor at GWP Brand Engineering
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It'll be interesting to see where this blog goes from here. Obviously the plan is for it to be made into a book, then a screenplay. Just want to be realistic.
The start of the last year in my twenties. Downer or exciting? Well, stay tuned to this blog to find out. It started by my boss (KV) telling me that being 29 isn't Feng Shui. How's that for a start to your birthday? I don't even know what the hell that means. I always thought Feng Shui was the energy you get from setting up your couches, ottoman and plants in the right way. How can a whole year of my life not be Feng Shui? She told me I should be fine though, cause it was a good year for her. I moved my plant a little just in case.
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Today's exciting. How can it not be? Lots of calls, emails, tweets and Facebook wall posts. And don't think for a second that I'm not keeping track. My great grandmother taught me that. Always make a list on your birthday of who contacted you so that you can have people to be angry at for the next year.
Speaking of the Facebook wall posts, I asked my intern Sarah how many wall posts I would need to not be deemed a loser. She quickly replied 20 as if I were an idiot for not knowing that. Maybe I am getting old. By the time I asked her late morning, I was already at 23 and breathing a serious sigh of relief. It's the end of the day now, with less than an hour to go and I hit 41. Sarah said that's not just above loser category, but creeping into cool/popular. What, what!
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I do have to thank KV for something today. She named the blog. Thanks!
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I told my aunt today that I did my favourite things for my birthday. I ate and I played hockey (2 goals tonight). Lauren made me an ice cream cake for the big day. Graham cracker crust, a layer of fudge, vanilla ice cream with her famous chocolate chip cookies mixed in and a topping of more fudge, more cookies and m&m's! The most annoying thing is that I had to share.
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Sign that 30 is approaching: Guy on the other team cross-checked me in the back with 15 seconds to go in the game tonight. Instead of going after him, I shook his hand in the post-game handshake and told him that what he did was "unnecessary". Needless to say, he didn't give a shit.
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Favourite tweet of the day: From @FATJEW: Iron Man is an action hero. Iron Woman is a command.
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My current status in my first day as 29:
Marital Status: Married
Children: 0
Job: Account Supervisor at GWP Brand Engineering
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It'll be interesting to see where this blog goes from here. Obviously the plan is for it to be made into a book, then a screenplay. Just want to be realistic.
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