Tuesday, October 31, 2006

It's a fish eat fish world

Every morning I have a standard routine when I arrive to my office: drop off coat, go downstairs, fill up water bottle, look at fish in aquarium and finally...get down to work.
This morning however, during my goodmorning glance at the fish I couldn't help but notice how all of them gathered to look at me when I was peering into their house of glass. Could it be that they're trying to say hello, I thought? Or are they so hungry that any human presence sends them into a starvation induced frenzy?
So I began to watch one of them.
He swam rapidly to and fro and then quickly dived down to the bottom floor of the aquarium for a nibble on the fish carcus that was bobbing there. Or I should say half fish carcus, as the majority of his wee fish face and neck was already gone. It was really just a fish torso.My workplace has officially become a haven of savages and cannibals.

And no, this wasn't a halloween prank....I asked ;)

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Off with their thumbs!

there are no words that can express the deep feelings of hatred and rage that seethe from the inner most cavities of my soul when i am witness to one of the rudest activities known to modern day society - that of the blackberry addict. or the "crackberry" as it has been known.
while attending a conference for work today i was appalled by the flagrant disregard of these crackheads. i admit that there were a few times where i was doodling or daydreaming during a mindnumbing discussion, but the pretense of listening was always maintained.
the only way that i could control my rage was to imagine breaking their thumbs in many, tiny, painful fractures.

Run World, Run

Two weeks ago I ran my first half-marathon, an experience indeed. I was enthralled by the "running celebrities" (runebrities?) - yes they do exist - at the runner's expo. People like Katharine Switzer, the first woman to crash the Boston Marathon and evade an portly male judge; and Bart Yasso of Runner's World magazine, who has pretty much the coolest job in the world going from city to city and covering marathon's of all types and sizes. Yah, I'm easily starstruck, I know.

Anyway, the run was good. I got off to a bad start because I was late, what else is new. But I quickly fell into pace and ended up finishing nine minutes before my goal time. Sure, I was aiming pretty low...but nonetheless, I made it. Throughout the route I was rejuvenated by the small crowds gathered at certain points throughout the route and the musicians that setup to help keep our spirits lifted. I found all of this to be amazing...until I got to Chicago that is.
The BF ran the Chicago Marathon this past weekend. and. it. was. amazing. I was drunk on marathon fumes. Totally intoxicated. Sure, maybe I have that "joiner personality". After all, since grade 6 my resume has been littered with planning committees of all types. I can't escape it. But this whole running thing is completely new to me. I never got to go to the track meets or OFSA or any of those mortifying sport camps...jesus christ if it wasn't for sports at recess I would have never found the library.

I digress...Chicago was goddamn, effing amazing. And I didn't even shop. The crowds lining the race route were incredible. I got goosebumps a few times just watching the elite runners glide by. If I were a real writer I'm sure that I could help to convey the feeling better, but I can't. All I can say is that it felt like all of Chicago turned into a running room clinic, everyone was cheering and most importantly everyone had respect for the race and the runners. I can only hope that one day I'll be one of those people being cheered on.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Be sure to wear a flower in your hair...

Things that I love about San Francisco:
1. Shoe Pavillion. That's right, it's a pavillion full of shoes! And it's goddamn effing amazing. I almost burst into spontaneous orgasms after entering 60 seconds. While I'm sure that similar stock can be found in the T-dot, the fact that it's all under one roof and that the prices appear to be cheaper (as long as I don't remember the exchange rate) makes it all the more special.
2. Trader Joe's. An amazing Whole Foods-esque minus the pretention grocery store. Along with the fact that I LOVE the fact that I can buy all sorts of alcohol along with my pita chips and chinese chicken salad, I'm pretty impressed by the selection and quality.
3. The Sea Lions. I know that I must look retarded but I could literally stand next to the water watching them on their little floating docks for hours at a time. And I can't help myself from laughing out loud at them. They're hilarious and they make amazing barking sounds. A downside to this visit was the distinct stench of sea lion asshole in the air. The guy beside me said (out loud) "it smells like seal booty down here". I wanted to bash him in the head and correct him that it was in fact SEA LION BOOTY and to shut the hell up. I refrained.
4. HBO. Now, I realize that this is not a San Francisco specific element - but nonetheless I love being in the States, closing myself in the hotel and watching HBO. It's full of amazing tv shows and movies all day long! If I wasn't previously engaged in some serious shopping tomorrow I could definitely do some good work on my bed sores.
5. Rice-a-roni. No, I haven't actually sampled any while on this trip. But it's the goddamn San Francisco treat for christ's sake, I couldn't complete a list without giving props to the spanish flavour rice-a-roni. It's got me through some rough times.

That's all for now, although I'm sure that I'll fall in love with several more things tomorrow.
My agenda for Tuesday includes: breakfast at IHOP, a solid morning in Macy's, lunch at the Cheesecake Factory, solid afternoon in Union Square and hopefully an evening with the bf - I keep forgetting he's on this trip too.