Kaizen

Things seem bad sometimes. Manufactured wars. Constant, seemingly unresolvable violence in the middle east. Discrimination by religion, race, gender, sexual orientation and so on. Disingenuous, corrupt politicians. Disease. Neighbourhood crime. Rob Schneider. The list goes on; these things, and the way they’re reported, tend to make us feel as if the world is crumbling around our ears. These things certainly frustrate me, but I often think about something I heard Noam Chomsky say once.

A student attending one of Chomsky’s speeches asked him what we could do to turn things around, as the world was just getting worse and worse all the time. Normally you’d expect quite a pessimistic answer from Chomsky, but he replied that the student was way off, that life over, say, the last century has gotten — on the whole — much better.

I agree with him. There are still wars, still empires, still injustices, but there is progress. Most countries now reject aristocracy and elect candidates to positions of power. In most countries people can, to varying degrees, publicly decry unfair treatment or criticize the sitting government with little fear of reprisal. Personal freedoms are, more or less, at an all time high; it wasn’t long ago that women couldn’t vote and black people were forced to drink from separate water fountains. While too many people still live in impoverished conditions, it’s fewer now (on a percentage basis) than 200 years ago. Life expectancy has skyrocketed as diseases are cured and treatments discovered. And so on.

I’m even confident that issues like global warming, which — to my generation — seems like a circus of head-burying and political machinations, will eventually be solved. Just as it has done with every other seemingly insurmountable obstacle, mankind will slowly, irrevocably do the right thing, in spite of the conservative naysayers and authoritarian oppressors. Just
gotta keep on keepin’ on.

But first, I gotta get some sleep.

[tags]noam chomsky, kaizen[/tags]

My body dislikes me…

…when I run for the first time in two weeks. The film festival and courses away from home (especially when the gym is off limits all six days) don’t allow much time for exercise, and there’s an abundance of rich desserts, ice cream bars and brownie-shaped objects at the training centre, so…yeah. All that adds up to about five pounds, so I’ve undone all the good (which equalled precisely that amount) I’d done in the weeks prior.

[tags]a waist is a terrible thing to mind[/tags]

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If you know what RSS is — and use a news reader — you might be interested in the following feeds.

I’ve also added the links to the sidebar for future reference.

By the way. if you don’t know what RSS is, or don’t use a feed reader (or My Yahoo, or some other web portal aggregator), read this: RSS explained the Oprah way.

[tags]rss feeds[/tags]

Snapping out of it

I am not in a good mood. I’m trying to rectify that situation with music. Specifically, this music:

  • “Quito” by the Mountain Goats
  • “Letter From An Occupant” by the New Pornographers
  • “I Want Another Enema” by the Hidden Cameras (note: I meant to select “Mississauga Goddam”, but missed, and can’t be bothered to fix my mistake. Still, this is a reasonably upbeat song, if not exactly the message I’m looking for…)
  • “Soon Enough” by the Constantines.

Those usually do the trick.

UPDATE: nope, those didn’t do it. Added these:

  • “Neighbourhood #1” by the Arcade Fire
  • “Red Sea” by Asobi Seksu
  • “Mystery and Misery” by Rainer Maria
  • “Dry The Rain” by the Beta Band 

Did I mention that I’m listening to them on high volume? Like, really high.
[tags]bad mood, mountain goats, new pornographers, hidden cameras, constantines[/tags]

Antipathy

I’m having trouble finding motivation. Work is depressing right now; it’s one roadblock after another, and I’m not famous for my patience. I really believe in what I’m doing, and — as haughty/martyrish as this sounds — I feel like I’m one of the few people who’s more concerned with making the customer’s life better than with playing politics or just punching the clock. I guess everything happens slowly in huge traditional risk-averse companies, and being aware of the fact doesn’t make it any less frustrating. I’m trying to find a way around it, but it feels like every day I go to work, scramble to keep up with all the things coming at me, and when I go home I haven’t made a difference. I keep pushing, and there are good people around me pushing too, but feeling outnumbered at work every day is a hard way to live life.

.:.

Life at home isn’t really a respite these days either. I’m on autopilot right now; between trying to run 5 times a week (2-3 miles at a go) and spending 3 hours a night working on this term paper, I feel like I’m on a schedule from the minute I get home. I see my wife for the few minutes that I eat dinner and when we crawl into bed. Good thing this paper’s due in two weeks; after that we can settle into the happy insanity of the film festival. It’s some of the best quality time I get to spend with her all year, ’cause for those 10 days we’re a) on exactly the same schedule, and b) spending hours in line with nothing to do but talk. I think I look forward to that as much as the films. There’s an inspirational quote in there somewhere: “Lineups are better when you love the person you’re standing next to.” Awwwwwwwwwwww.

[tags]motivation[/tags]

Skin…circles…stain.

A few minutes ago I dropped off my dry cleaning. As I leaned on the counter to write my name & phone number on the receipt, the old lady who works there began rubbing the back of my hand. Not in a flirty way (and thank god) but like she was curious. When I gave her a “what the f**k, lady?” look she said, “Skin…circles…stain.” Actually, she said more than that, but her English is pretty broken and that’s all I really heard. At first I thought she was talking about stains on the shirts I was dropping off, but when she repeated her words I figured out that she was talking about the freckles on the back of my hand. At least, that’s the conclusion I leapt to. Anyway, I just gave her a little confused smile and wandered off.

A few minutes earlier some guy riding his bike down the sidewalk on Bloor Street kind of ran into me. Not hard, mind you, but when I came around the corner under some boarding he couldn’t stop in time, and he couldn’t swerve, so I ended up just grabbing his bike and stopping it as he ran into my leg. He apologized and asked if I was ok…which surprised me. I’d already just started walking away; it just seemed like any other pedestrian collision. I guess maybe he was nervous ’cause he was riding his bike on a sidewalk and knew he was in the wrong, or maybe he thought I looked pissed (which I’m told I do when I’m lost in thought), but I didn’t really even notice.

.:.

Nellie’s getting ready to go camping for the weekend. Not that I don’t enjoy her company, but I looooooove having the place to myself sometimes. To get a running start into the weekend I’ve taken today off. I should be able to get lots of work done too, so long as a second visit from The Scotsman and his fiancé (not wife; thanks TimmyD) doesn’t put me out of commission for too much of Sunday.

[tags]freckles, bike riding on sidewalks, alone time[/tags]

Head down

From now ’til the 28th of this month I shall be very busy indeed, as I have to write a 40-page paper for the course I’m doing now. The topic is Intellectual Property vs. Public Health. This is not something that will just flow from my fingertips. Fortunately I’m rarely at a loss for (typed) words.

The film festival booklets are released the day after I submit the paper, so I can concentrate on that for an hour or so before I have to get back to the rest of my course work. I should wrap that up the day before the festival actually starts; once it’s over I’m off to the course intensive for a week. I then have thirteen luxurious days to relax (unless the gods are against me and I have to start my next course right away) before we jet off to the Rockies.

So yeah. See you in October.

[tags]intellectual property, public health, toronto international film festival, rockies[/tags]

Telephone poles, excetera

It seems Aliant, phone provider for Atlantic Canada, has found a way to get another $2 million out of Rogers using just a comma. Those maritimers are sneaky. [via Rocketboom]

.:.

Yourdictionary.com has published their list of the 100 most mispronounced English words. I’m guilty a few of these; I guess I have a ways to go with my grammar. At least I don’t say nucular. [via Yes But No But Yes]
[tags]aliant, rogers, mispronounced words[/tags]