Category: general

I really want to blog about my India experience so far.

But if I’m not sleeping, I’m working. And I’m not sleeping a lot.

Very soon hopefully.

Landed on the 7th, took off on the 14th. The math is fuzzy. I think I was there a few days.

As noted in a previous post I have exactly one more iPod than I had before.

Finally peformed Umrah after not having enough time the last few years. Me and my mom took a flight to Jeddah, got there around 12:30am, picked up at airport, dropped off at the Grand Mosque. The time now is 2am. Did all the required walking just in time for Fajr, 4:30ish am. Stepped outside the gate of the mosque, I thought to myself, hmmm better wear my slippers before something gets stuck in my foot. Inevitably what happens? A pin finds its way into my bare feet. “Hmmmm…”, I think to myself, “There is a pin stuck in my foot”. From the portion that was sticking out I thought it was a small pin. When my mom pulled it out we realized this thing was about 2 inches.

Brilliant. I wonder what would have happened if I just wore the slippers first and then thought about something getting stuck in my foot.

I also wonder what that pin’s story was. Obviously there was a demand for this pin, someone ordered it to be made, someone made it, someone bought it, someone used it, someone dropped it, it lived for x amount of days outside the mosque and then found it’s way into my foot. My foot. I threw it in the garbage. I’m sure it lives on. Me only playing a small part in it’s life.

5am, back in the car, and at the airport by 7am. Flight at 10am. Sleep no where to be found. Back in Riyadh, something or the other am. It’s all so blurry now. But at that point I had to catch a flight to Mumbai within the next 24 hours or so.

Back in the airport the next day. Jetlag not helping my ability to recognize how this day and night process works, or how I’m supposed to work in it. The scene here is madness, the brown gene has no concept of lines. The Saudi gene has no concept of respect. These genes don’t mesh well at an airport.

Air India, flight delayed by two hours. One of those hours was spent inside the place.

This, the Saudi Experience.

Sigh… I gave in. I purchased an iPod.

30GB, Black.

In Saudi of all places. From Jarir (apparently it’s not just a book store).

I did my research. This seemed to be the best compromise in terms of quality and quantity and all that jazz. I was thinking Archos, Toshiba, Creative, but their products aren’t quite there.

So I’ll retire my iRiver, and move on to iPod.

Just a 4 hour stop over at the airport here, then going to Riyadh. Hoping to find myself in Mumbai the next week. Should be interesting to say the least.

Found out that the airport here’s got wifi, so I jumped on.

I haven’t really blogged in so long one may think there’s nothing to log. Just been busy with stuff.

More blog posts to come soon, about work, stamps, brain, india, magic and more.

There is no such thing as time.

You can learn just as much from the present as you can from the past.

So I find myself in the careers section of Chapters. Paramount (now Scotia) Theatres is just a stone throw away, maybe I should be watching a movie? Not this time, oddly I’m searching for a book.

What Color is your Parachute?. What color is my parachute? I’m not too sure. I have a fair idea. But it’s not definitive, there are so many directions I feel I can go.

I wasn’t looking for it, but the book that caught my eye was The Pathfinder. So I bought that as well. Now I suppose I have to read.

So what’s on my mind nowadays you ask? That’s all that’s on my mind. I feel I need a clear direction. I need to be defined.

sometimes I will think.

sometimes I create thought.

I will think of solutions to problems, I will create scenarios, I will develop quotes and I will think of magic.

Now, I would think that the thoughts that my brain generates, it will also retain. Such is not the case. I will devise awesome quotes while I drive or on the subway ride or at a boring event. I even think to myself, “when I get to a computing device, I must blog this wondrous thought and then marvel at my achievement”. Yes, I think that exact thought… in those exact words. Everytime.

But when the moment arrives, when I find myself in front of the qwerty, my brain is blank. It has failed me. My thoughts flow away like tears from my brain. Blank.

It’s odd, these are not thoughts of some other person, not words that were said to me. These are my thoughts, my words, developed in my brain. Where do they go? Why are they lost? How can I get them back?

What I need is a brain recording device. This device would always be listening but not always recording. Recording would be triggered by a thought, or by some keyword thought, like “marvel at my achievement”. Once recording has been triggered, I think, it records. Then it stops recording after the thought has ended. This recording is properly then archived so that it may be retrieved by either date, time, location or subject of thought.

The recording device should be no larger or heavier than an iPod nano, and must be able to play my favourite thought formats. Future versions may include the ability to record the thoughts of other people, but there may be legal issues involved, but it’s best not to get into that in the intial prototype.

Okay.

I’m going to go… and think.

any time I meet friendly people, I’m doing magic for them. No longer shall I bring out the cards and wait till people ask me to do something. I will force magic upon the world.

Brace yourselves friendly people, here I come…

a little exchange at work:

me: good day to you miss…
lady: what did I miss?
me: I would like you to have a good day madam…
lady: oh… hey… you look different, where are your glasses, are you wearing contacts?
me: I am indeed
lady: well, okay. you look good with the contacts.
me: thank you… you know I don’t have much of a choice, this is my face without glasses or contacts.

These are exciting times for Raptors fans… if they win the game today big time statement!

I realized the reason I used to watch so many raptors games and the reason I don’t watch so many raptors games. The emotional involvement is too much for me.

I cheer at every point we score and I get disappointed at every point the opponent scores. Losing a game is like losing blood. Sometimes it’s too much to take…

okay… deep breathes…