Yearly Archives: 2004

Mind Milkdrop

Black then white are all I see in my infan­cy.
Red and yel­low then came to be, reach­ing out to me,
Lets me see.

—Tool, Lateralus

Inhale.

Colours are wash­ing over you. Drifting, shift­ing, twist­ing, chang­ing. No point of focus, no sol­id shapes. You feel the con­trast and graze the answers.

And this takes you to a place you’ve nev­er been, but always dreamed of. Where you’re bathed in hap­pi­ness, and you can see the warmth of the light. When you hear noth­ing but still­ness, and feel noth­ing but con­tent­ment.

And this pic­ture in your head is as real to you as your heart­beat. You become lost to this world when your eyes roll back and your head tilts back­ward.

Let me take you there.

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.