Monthly Archives: January 2004

My Favourite Beer On Campus

I had a short dis­cus­sion with a local lawyer on intel­lec­tu­al prop­er­ty tonight. I fig­ured that it would help me be bet­ter pre­pared for any of the ideas that I’m think­ing of bring­ing to fruition. It was fair­ly infor­ma­tive, and he treat­ed me to a pitch­er at Mike’s Place after.

That’s when I learned that Mike’s Place has Double Diamond on tap. Double Diamond. On tap. At cam­pus.

Uh oh.

NCRTTL 2004

Last week I signed up for the National Capital Region Table Tennis League. Teams are two to four mem­bers each, and play in a round robin over four months. Three match­es are played every week, and each match con­sists of two to four sin­gles sets and one dou­bles set. A prob­lem I have is that I start to hold back and doubt myself when I’m up against some­one I’ve nev­er played before, caus­ing me to lose my offen­sive con­trol game, the only thing I’m good at. I fig­ured that join­ing the league would be a good way to expose myself to dif­fer­ent play­ing styles, and get myself com­fort­able with play­ing new peo­ple.

We only played two match­es today, win­ning the first and los­ing the sec­ond. There’s quite a mix of skill lev­el there; from for­mer nation­al team play­ers turned nation­al team coach­es, to provin­cial junior team play­ers, to recre­ation­al ama­teurs, to begin­ners, to para­plegics. I’d say that peo­ple there are between 14 and 60 years of age.

Since I’m actu­al­ly either sweat­ing or sit­ting in my sweat for more than four hours there, I’m tempt­ed to start using anti-per­spi­rant again. I haven’t used any in over four years, since I don’t actu­al­ly smell very much when I sweat. I’ll take the fact that I still have friends (and have actu­al­ly been dat­ing) as con­fir­ma­tion of this belief.

A Bunch Of Things With No Title

This has been the busiest week­end EVAR. It’s been the first time that I was too busy to write an entry. I mean, I usu­al­ly make time to write, with the same pri­or­i­ty as show­er­ing and eat­ing, but yes­ter­day I only had time for two of the three.

Friday was all run­ning errands and watch­ing Return of the King (which was alright). Much to my sur­prise, Aaron, Trolley, Wheaties, and Nick all chipped in and bought me Double Dash, which we prompt­ly played until five in the morn­ing. I woke up with just enough time to get to prac­tice (although it was only four hours of sleep), played for two hours, then came back home and slept some more.

Thumbnail: Chocolate truffles

By the time I was awake, it was time for Aaron’s pot luck. I had a chance to meet Chris, Mel’s boyfriend, who’s a fuck­ing great guy to hang out with. Of note were Jen’s pota­toes, which must have been the most flavour­ful I’ve ever tast­ed. I brought about three dozen of the Bailey’s truf­fles I made, which were well received and gone in five min­utes.

I got back around two in the morn­ing, col­lapsed on my bed, and here I am now, grog­gy and hun­gry. In half an hour I have a ride to the first match­es of the new­ly formed city-wide table ten­nis league. I’ll be play­ing for about five hours in rota­tion, vary­ing between sin­gles and dou­bles match­es. I expect to be one of the worst play­er there, which means that I’ll prob­a­bly gain a lot of play expe­ri­ence.

I still need to start an eco­nom­ics assign­ment and watch an account­ing tape, both of which were sup­posed to be done on Friday. Today might just be anoth­er total write-off.

The Uncertainty of Complacency

What do I have left to do today? I’m not real­ly sure. I’ll roll my frozen choco­late mix­ture into truf­fles tomor­row. I should show­er tonight. Fold up some clothes. Throw expired trans­fers in the garbage.

Sometimes it feels as if my life has become sim­ple, and all I have to do is turn on auto-pilot. I don’t real­ly have any­thing to wor­ry about. Money, com­pan­ion­ship, school, health, every­thing I used to think about con­stant­ly before have all ceased to be prob­lems for me. I even have peo­ple that I would con­sid­er friends.

Lately it feels as if I’ve reached a sort of equi­lib­ri­um, where any­thing can hap­pen but I’ll be able to deal with any prob­lems that arise. This is quite a change from before, where I was always wor­ry­ing, turn­ing over in my head the things that both­ered me.

It’s almost a form of com­pla­cen­cy. However, this is a sense of total com­pla­cen­cy, unlike even my pre­vi­ous com­pla­cent feel­ings. I’m unsure of whether or not this is a tem­po­rary thing, and how long it will last if this is true. Being com­pla­cent means that the excite­ment I used to feel, from the strug­gle to con­trol unde­sir­able emo­tions, to the ner­vous­ness asso­ci­at­ed to attrac­tion, to the sim­ple uncer­tain­ty of pass­ing a course, has most­ly lev­eled out. These were all scary things, but exhil­a­rat­ing nonethe­less. This com­pla­cen­cy is dif­fer­ent from feel­ing numb because it’s on a dif­fer­ent lev­el. Numbness deals more specif­i­cal­ly with emo­tion, where­as com­pla­cen­cy refers to life in gen­er­al, includ­ing emo­tion. This means that com­pla­cen­cy is not nec­es­sar­i­ly a bad thing.

I’m just not sure what to make of it as of yet.