Yearly Archives: 2004

Concert: Death From Above '04

Thumbnail: Zaphods
Thumbnail: Lighting at Zaphods
Thumbnail: Jesse Fucking Keeler

Went to a Death From Above show at Zaphod’s. I actu­al­ly rec­og­nized Jesse F. Keeler (the F stands for Fucking) out­side when Aaron, Trolley, Jesse, and I were wait­ing for Jen. Both Keeler (the bassist) and Sebastien Grainger (the vocalist/drummer) have sim­i­lar­ly lithe bod­ies and unkempt facial hair so they aren’t hard to spot, but are easy to mix up. The set went just like the last time I saw them: they start off with an intro song as a warm-up, then Grainger takes off his shirt for the real show. They also end­ed with Do It!, when Grainger kicks down his mic stand and goes crazy on his set.

The word is ener­gy.

Learning At The Table

I played three match­es yes­ter­day against three dif­fer­ent peo­ple and won all three. It felt pret­ty good, espe­cial­ly since I had nev­er played one of them before (he was a Canadian-born English teacher, work­ing in China). He also start­ed play­ing about a year before me, and was taught in what’s con­sid­ered the table ten­nis coun­try of the world. Knowing that he was using an anti-spin rub­ber gave me an advan­tage though; I did­n’t have to wor­ry about his spin, and since I focus on speed and place­ment, his rub­ber became point­less. I also have less respect for peo­ple who use the anti-spin rub­bers, because they gen­er­al­ly rely on the pad­dle to do the work for them, instead of prop­er­ly learn­ing how to counter spin. My habit­u­al ner­vous­ness when fac­ing a new oppo­nent was­n’t there.

I also won against one of the peo­ple I use to have great dif­fi­cul­ty beat­ing. He had a new pad­dle, with small ball-bear­ings imbed­ded along the rim. When one shakes it, the pad­dle sounds like a baby rat­tle. Apparently, it’s sup­posed to pre­vent rever­ber­a­tion, but I don’t under­stand the point. I count on feel­ing rever­ber­a­tion through my han­dle to give me feed­back on where I’m hit­ting.

I also beat one of my long time oppo­nents, although it’s more of an emp­ty vic­to­ry because I’ve learned his tricks and styles, so I know how to counter them. I won based on vital­li­ty over­com­ing his expe­ri­ence, not skill over­com­ing skill. It was inter­est­ing to find out that his pad­dle has a hol­low han­dle with a weight attached to a screw assem­bly in it. The weight can be shift­ed up and down through the han­dle to change the cen­tre of grav­i­ty of the blade.

Still, it’s good to know that I’m improv­ing. I can learn at the table now, in the mid­dle of a match instead of after­wards.

The Most Repulsive On The Bus

I just got home from a nice din­ner with Aaron, Karen, and Chris. On the bus ride back, there was a woman sit­ting in front of me, who I could­n’t help but look at. I watched, the entire trip, as she peeled an orange, and threw all the skin and fibre on the floor. Then she would spit seeds into her hand and throw those on the floor too. It was one of the most repul­sive things I’ve ever seen. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE.