Monthly Archives: October 2003

Champlain

I’m now a mem­ber of the best table ten­nis club in Canada. The facil­i­ties are amaz­ing, with excel­lent light­ing, top notch tables, com­pe­ti­tion qual­i­ty balls, and tons of room. The U‑21 Canadian nation­al team trains there, and I’m cur­rent­ly in a group of recre­ation­al play­ers, such as the nation­al team coach­es, umpires, and past com­peti­tors. The light­ing is so good that I can play for three hours and not have tired eyes. I can actu­al­ly effec­tive­ly counter-dri­ve now with the amount of space avail­able for maneu­ver­abil­i­ty, which is gen­er­al­ly the best part of my game as long as I can move far away enough from the table. After prac­tices I’m left rav­en­ous­ly hun­gry, and gen­er­al­ly sore all over.

Not Bilingual Enough

Well, I end­ed up pass­ing my bilin­gual test with an A, but a B was nec­es­sary for the job. The grad­ing scale is back­wards (that’s the Canadian gov­ern­ment for you), so an E exemp­tion is high­er than a C is high­er than a B is high­er than an A is high­er than an X fail. At least I now know that I’m offi­cial­ly bilin­gual, just not bilin­gual enough for most gov­ern­ment posi­tions.

Gradient

Ever since I got my iPod, I’ve been a playlist lis­ten­er, as opposed to an album lis­ten­er like Nick. I had 10 main playlists, and each one would be for a dif­fer­ent genre or mood, although I lis­tened to my mood ones much more often, such as my bit­ter­sweet mix or angry mix. Now I’m find my mod­er­ate num­ber of playlists to be insuf­fi­cient. Often, when I step out into the intem­per­ate sky which has been so dom­i­nant late­ly, I won’t be able to find an appro­pri­ate playlist. Nothing match­es my moods now.

I think that my moods and emo­tions have become more sub­tle and diverse in the last year. It’s been hard­er to put my fin­ger on how I’m feel­ing, because noth­ing is as base as a sim­ple “sad” or “angry” any­more. I find that the flavours of my feel­ings have become more intri­cate and con­nect­ed, not only because of simul­ta­ne­ous highs and lows, but also because of a greater appli­ca­tion of dual-sid­ed­ness.

Sometimes it feels as if my emo­tions have evened out, that there is less range to the ups and downs. I’ve learned a great deal from the inter­est­ing set of sit­u­a­tions I’ve been placed in over the last two years. This, com­bined with my zeal­ous­ness for self-improve­ment, has allowed me to become a lit­tle stronger and a lit­tle wis­er. Perhaps, in time, every­thing will even out. I’m just not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

Because I’d prob­a­bly cease to learn.

Waiting To Find Out, And Idiot Comments

This is deli­cious.

So I know this guy, who’s mar­ry­ing this girl, who he met just over half a year ago. They live in dif­fer­ent coun­tries, so he’s mov­ing in with her and her par­ents. There has been a lot of talk going on about this, whether this is a good deci­sion, bad deci­sion, or what­not.

Out of all the facts and con­clu­sions reached, I have to admit that I have no idea whether or not this will work out. Love is a fun­ny thing, and things could go either way. The impor­tant mat­ter is, how­ev­er, the risk involved, in terms of drop­ping school, a job, friends, etc. in order to be with this per­son. I think that if he believes that the risk is worth it, then he should. I’ve nev­er real­ly pro­tect­ed peo­ple from being hurt or mak­ing mis­takes, because I find that pain and mis­takes are often the best teach­ers, and that learn­ing is the high­est form of liv­ing. Generally the only time that I’ll step in is if there is per­ma­nent dam­age, such as a crim­i­nal record. If I actu­al­ly had any say though, I’d sug­gest that he waits at least anoth­er year before mak­ing a deci­sion like this. After all, if he was meant to be with this per­son, what’s the dif­fer­ence of a year or two? Sure it may be ter­ri­ble to be apart, but in the future there’s plen­ty of time, espe­cial­ly if he already “knows” that he’ll be with this per­son for­ev­er. The con­found­ing thing about this sit­u­a­tion though, is that he under­stands all these points, believes that this is a stu­pid deci­sion, and is still going through with it. Any respect I had for his deci­sion is com­plete­ly gone.

As for Litterbox Jen, I’m sick of all the fuck­ing trite, sequa­cious com­ments peo­ple are leav­ing on her entries. It seems like peo­ple just say shit to get atten­tion, espe­cial­ly when try­ing to make her feel bet­ter. When some­one gives a gener­ic com­pli­ment, or shows some sort of false, almost boast­ful over-pro­tec­tive­ness, it just ends up being com­plete­ly mean­ing­less. It does­n’t deal with any sort of issue what­so­ev­er, and to me, ends up demean­ing any oth­er com­ments that are made. I mean, some­one com­ments with some “strong” opin­ions on the addi­tion of spon­sors, and ends up sound­ing like a fuck­ing tool with his exag­ger­at­ed com­pli­ments and god fuck­ing awful pre­ten­tious morals. “you’re bet­ter than that”, jesus fuck­ing christ.

The New Stiga Prestige WRB

My Stiga Prestige WRB pad­dle arrived, and I had the first chance to use it today. The rub­bers are the 2.0mm Triumph series, and the grip is con­cave. The thing about the WRB sys­tem is that the han­dle is hol­lowed out so that the cen­tre of grav­i­ty of the pad­dle shifts clos­er to the top, giv­ing it more pow­er but less weight at the same time, which makes it a great offen­sive but adapt­able pad­dle.

Actually try­ing it out today was amaz­ing though. I had way bet­ter con­trol of the ball than before, and the light weight real­ly helped in speed ral­ly sit­u­a­tions. The han­dle gives great feel, since each hit strik­ing­ly rever­ber­ates through the entire hol­lowed part, and the rub­bers are fuck­ing great in speed. Oddly enough, spin is the weak­est part of my game, but the rub­bers have a good spin rat­ing too, so I’ve been work­ing on my under­spin for defense sit­u­a­tions.