Friday, 11 November 2016

Remembrance Day 2016


This Remembrance Day, Canada gathers to remember the fallen heroes who defended our country and our freedom.

Lest we forget.

Every media outlet agrees, blasting this message across wired, wireless, fibre optic, and myopic signals at full volume. And who wouldn't agree? Who would dare suggest that the soldiers of World War I weren't dying to defend the freedom of the West? Or that the people of World War II don't deserve to be praised for their sacrifice to defeat fascism?

And yet this message makes me uncomfortable, and merely suggesting that will probably anger many people before I even get the words out.

And that's the first part of the problem. This is a message that we dare not question. A blind belief.

The blindness allows us to ignore the ugly side of war, like the fact that in World War I the West were the same kind of selfish, imperialistic dirtbags that the Germans were. We didn't just abuse our fallen enemies with the Treaty of Versailles, we also mistreated our allies, dividing the Middle East like kids divvying up a candy bar, sewing seeds of conflict which continue to haunt us one hundred years later in Syria and Iraq. There are other causes for the strife in the Middle East, of course, and we'd be taking too much credit to say that it's all us, but the greed of the West has a big role.

The blindness allows us to ignore the bombing of Dresden, or the nuclear weapons deployed against Japan. These events could be argued as either necessary to shorten wars and ultimately save lives, or as monstrous acts of evil against civilian targets. We don't have to deal with that complexity if we just remember how heroic our soldiers were as we fire bombed and nuclear bombed children.

The blindness allows us to ignore the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, which have failed to curb terrorism, are largely responsible for the instability that allowed ISIS to come to power, and were probably motivated by the politics of oil and pipelines.

Lest we forget.

The message also puts war on a pedestal above healing. The technology and heroism of World War II were certainly striking, but the social progress afterwards was truly monumental. The entire globe developed the idea of human rights in a new light after discovering what happened in concentration camps in Germany. Even Nazi supporters were horrified and disgusted when they found out what their government had been doing. The world also had to deal with refugees on an unprecedented level. There were entire cities that had been flattened to the ground that needed to be rebuilt.

At home, soldiers returned and saw how blacks, indigenous people, and other minorities were being treated at home. Having seen what racism had wrought under the Nazis, many soldiers were forced to question the racism at home.

Much of our understanding of good, evil, compassion, equality, and civil rights was shaped by World War II. This is more important than who won the Battle of the Bulge or why, or how many jet fighters Germany had by the end. This was the dawn of a new kind of morality about human life.

Lest we forget.

The veterans--and the civilians who supported them--of World War I are now gone, and those of World War II have mostly passed away. While they were and are alive, they remember these lessons in a way that someone like me, born in the late seventies, can't possibly understand. As they pass on, we are faced with the first true memory test: will we remember not just the fact that they struggled, but why?

Lest we forget.

Many of the institutions that were built after World War II, like the United Nations, are now unpopular, despite the fact that world poverty and disease are at their lowest points of all human history.

This year has seen Britain vote to leave the European Union, supporting a campaign that was at least partially fuelled by racism. A campaigner on the Remain side was murdered in the street.

This year has seen Donald Trump, an anti-Semite and outspoken racist demagogue become president elect of the United States. He promises to build walls and deport minorities--a disturbingly familiar call to anyone who remembers the lessons of World War II.

Lest we forget.

Lest we forget? Lest we forget what? Lest we forget the soldiers who died?

Partially. Yes, our fallen are worthy of our respect and our thanks. They really did die so that the rest of us could live free. But there is so much more that we also need to remember: how those wars got started, what terrible toll they had, what we learned about human nature and ourselves, and why we need to make sure that events like World War I and II never, ever happen again.

When we cheer blindly about how all soldiers are heroes, these are the things that we forget.

Yet I believe that this is a momentary lapse.

The younger generations of voters--the oft-vilified millennials--voted to Remain in the European Union. They voted against Donald Trump, and are now in the streets in protest to indicate that they are not going to tolerate abusive policy without resistance.

Even the majority of The Donald's supporters don't like him. Hillary Clinton is the second most unpopular presidential candidate in modern history, outdone by Trump. Trump won despite being despised, and in fact lost the popular vote. He was elected as a protest against the present, not as a vision for the future.

So let's go back to World War II. Let's watch documentaries, read Wikipedia articles and books. Let's remember those lessons.

Let's deal with the troubles facing our beleaguered journalists, who are increasingly out of work, increasingly bullied on social media, and increasingly monitored by police forces.

Let's keep a wary eye on the rise of political bots on Twitter, fake news on Facebook, and the lies and demagoguery of some internet "news" sites.

Let's bring truth back journalism and politics.

Let's do these things lest we repeat the mistakes of the past. Lest we return to the barbarism of racism, slaughter, and neglect.

Lest we forget.

Saturday, 14 May 2016

It's My Last Weekend Being "Gainfully Unemployed"

I've had a lot of ways of spinning my year-and-half off of working. I've used the term "gainfully unemployed" to emphasize that I'm doing more with my time than just playing video games (though playing video games has been a significant component). I've used the term "self-financed sabbatical" to further press the idea that I am working on education and creativity during my time off. I've also used the term "convalescing" to remind myself that there is a strong element of healing, both physically and emotionally.

And as I reflect on my last weekend before starting my new job, I have this sense that all of these terms are accurate and true. The amount of good that this time off has done for my physical health is apparent in a 5 second glance at the mirror. The good it has done for my mental health can be discerned by a momentary reflection on my mood, which is generally relaxed and cheerful these days. The amount I have learned in the last year and a half is enormous. Then there's the experiences I gained from living in another city with wise and intelligent room mates and their wise and intelligent dog.

I'm a bit nervous about the new job, but that's to be expected. I also feel confident that I'm up to the challenge. I'm excited about the fact that it's a long but reasonable walk and close to the kung fu studio's new location, so it'll be easy to get lots of exercise while working a desk job.

I'm a little bit sad that I'll have less freedom. On the other hand, I will have to carefully consider how I use my free time in order to still be constructive with it without undermining the restorative necessity of it.

And it'll be nice to have a new desk to store some of my toys. In the game industry, it's not just possible to be an unapologetic nerd, it's an asset.

Should be a good time.

Tuesday, 10 May 2016

'Sup, Beamdog?

Just a quick bit of news:

I have accepted a job at Beamdog, a video game developer in Edmonton famous for updating old BioWare titles for modern consumption, especially on mobile devices.

I'll be heading in for my first day this Monday. :)

Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Condolences, Fort McMurray

How soon is too soon? Then again, maybe the real problem is that it's getting to be too late.

What's happening in For McMurray is a tragedy. It's inspiring to see Alberta working together, spontaneously, to assist, to encourage, and to empathize.

It would be crass to use this moment for any kind of political manoeuvring, or to push any kind of agenda. But at the same time, this suffering is exactly what makes it so important that we talk about why this happened, and how we can prevent it from happening again, even if this topic is unpopular with many Albertans.

There have always been fires, of course, but fire fighters have stated that this one is especially destructive because of soaring temperatures and dry conditions. Increased temperature and reduced moisture are what models of climate change predict for our province. Without climate change, this fire likely would have occurred anyway, but it wouldn't have been able to spread so quickly or inflict so much harm. Climate change doesn't cause fires, but it does increase the chances that they will be bigger and more devastating.

Of course, we've seen economic disaster in the oilsands region this year as well, thanks to plunging oil prices, so many Albertans are afraid that if the world turns away from fossil fuels, we'll lose many livelihoods. But solar panels and wind farms don't install themselves; there will be many jobs implementing these solutions. It's just as possible to create jobs with renewables as it is with fossil fuels. And how useful is it to create jobs with fossil fuels, when those fossil fuels then destroy everything that so many people worked to acquire?

I hope this doesn't come across as opportunistic or partisan. This is just a plea to see this tragedy as something more than a stroke of bad luck: this is our future if we don't do something to change it, and the solutions are not only good for us environmentally, they're good for us economically. We can't turn off the oil and the pipelines tomorrow, but tomorrow we *can* invest in developing more solar, wind, carbon capture, and nuclear solutions that don't destroy the lives we're working so hard to create.

Thursday, 31 March 2016

Check-In: 2016-03-31 (Thursday)

Diet: fruit, moderate sugar
Exercise: walking
Sleep: a bit short, though wake-up time was reasonable
Mindfulness: need to do some meditation
Spirit: walking in sunshine, games, visiting with friends, corresponding with family

I am starting to get settled into life in Edmonton again, a process that was thrown off a bit by my getting sick within a few days of arrival. In particular, this disrupted my sleep, which I am once again struggling to deal with. My plan is to get out of bed consistently in the morning and train myself to get tired at night again. I'm only a couple days into the plan so I'm pretty tired today. Hopefully tonight I'll be able to implement a midnight lights out and get to sleep by one or two.

I could use some meditation time, too, a practice I have fallen out of. I will try to get some in this afternoon.

Otherwise I'm doing pretty well. Good to see friends and family again. I'm currently gathering up tax documents to get them out of the way and looking into getting my car insurance lowered since I'm not commuting right now.

Wednesday, 9 March 2016

Of Wheat And Hayfever


Sorry for my long absence from the blog, but I have recently been hit with a wave of vegetative erotic activity--that is, plant pollen. For the majority of the past week, I have been getting hit with classic hayfever, including the sneezing, itchy throat and eyes, and immense lethargy. And this is while taking anti-histamine.

What's interesting about this is how long it has been since I have had bad allergies. I noticed that last year, I had much milder symptoms. I had also hypothesized that it might be the reduction in wheat that reduced my allergies, since my aunts have found other auto-immune disorders like arthritis were better on a low-wheat diet. And recently I have been eating a lot of wheat.

So for the last several days I have returned to a low-wheat diet, and lo, my symptoms have tamed themselves quite a bit. Now this is bad science, of course, because there is only one data point, no control group, and I am unable to control the variable of how much pollen is in the air. In fact, I don't even know how much pollen is in the air. It's possible that the season for poplar pollen has ended and that's why my symptoms have abated. But it is still one more datapoint suggesting that wheat somehow causes the immune system to go rampant.

So I'm going to stick to the philosophy of, "I don't know the science of the low-wheat diet, but I feel better when I am on it, so I will keep going with that."

Thursday, 25 February 2016

Check-In: 2016-02-25 (Thursday)

Diet: fruit, vegetables, moderate sugar
Exercise: walking, swimming, chi kung breathing
Sleep: a bit late to bed, but good hours
Mindfulness: meditation, breathing
Spirit: meditation, breathing, walking in nature, sunshine, games, movies, friends, corresponding with family

One of the disadvantages--such as it is--to staying in a place where plants bloom in February is that some of these plants cause my immune system to go into complete fits. I think we're just coming up on poplar fluff season, which means the poplar trees are currently spraying their gametes over everything around them. So I suddenly find myself at the height of allergy season.

Fortunately I've been dosing myself with antihistamines which takes the edge off. Also, the frequent rains here do help keep the air clean on a regular basis.

Mark, Karen, and I watched the original Star Wars last night. It was interesting to compare and contrast to the new movie. In particular, I can see that the new movie copies the original even more than I thought, including the same arm on C3P0 being damaged. I wonder how the two movies compare on a beat-to-beat level--do they match timing as well as content?

I'm not sure this changes my opinion of the new movie, exactly. Sure, I'm less impressed with the new movie now, but the viewing strangely brought the original down a little as well. Something felt less magical about it than the last time I watched it. Sure, it is still a great, fun adventure flick, but it no longer makes me want to write "jedi" in response to my religion on a census form. Then again, it was always Empire that really brought the force to life, so we'll see what happens when we revisit that one.

I should probably write up a review of the new movie now that I've had a chance to meditate on it a little.


Monday, 22 February 2016

Check-In: 2016-02-22 (Monday)

Diet: fruit, vegetables, moderate sugar, moderate wheat
Exercise: walking, swimming, light yoga
Sleep: late to bed but well rested
Mindfulness: light yoga
Spirit: walking in nature, dog, friends, corresponding with family, old Star Trek, Star Wars, imagination, ASMR, digging a hole, contemplating the future

Looks like a bit list under Spirit lately. Maybe I'll dig into that since the other categories are maintaining the fairly consistent refrain of the past year.

So first up is dog. Dog--in this case, one named Luna--is an interesting experience because she is such an emotion mirror. She tends to reflect back at you what you are feeling, though she does have her own feelings occasionally of course. But it is easy to get her to go on a walk with you if you can express your own excitement at the idea, getting her all excited too. It is also very easy to calm her if you project your own calm. It's interesting to have this constant emotional reflection.

Karen and I are still making our way through season 1 of the old Star Trek shows, with Mark swinging by occasionally for his favourite bits (he has seen them all so many times he doesn't need to watch the whole show). I'm listing this mainly for its entertainment value, and for the fact that I have seen many of them, but so long ago I only remember fragments. We just watched the first appearance of Khan, so now I'm interested in following up with Wrath of Khan. Probably after the end of the original series.

We also saw Star Wars: The Force Awakens for a second time on Friday. It is a flawed show, and there is a split in the house as to whether or not these flaws are forgiveable or not, with me and Karen in the forgiveness camp and Mark and Karen's son, Brendan, being less forgiving. The show is, as Mark put it, just a game of moving some archetypes around, and I think he is right. It is not original in terms of its plot line. But I find that the plot is well executed at least, and I really enjoy the texture of the archetypes, if that makes sense. I like the way the archetypes are expressed, and I find that expression emotionally effective.

Regardless, my interest in the Star Wars franchise has been rekindled after being turned off for many years by prequel garbage. I am now daydreaming about lightsabers again, and this has generally led to a desire to do imaginative and creative things. Which is why I have decided to walk to a coffee shop where I can do a little bit of blogging and email clean-up in the interest of getting back into the writing role, even just as a hobby for a bit.

The phrase "digging a hole" is code for "playing Minecraft", a game in which a lot of time is spent punching trees to turn them into wood, using the wood to build picks, using picks to mine rocks and gold and diamonds, and all of the above to build a giant LEGOlian monstrosity. I'm current constructing a giant marble tower with an enchanting table at the top for making magic tools. It's pure entertainment, but does provide some creative outlet as well. I just need to make sure I don't disappear down the hole I've been digging there.

As for the future, I'm currently researching degree possibilities. I know I contemplated kinesiology last year, but my experiment with learning anatomy didn't go well, my interest instead being captured by tornadoes, meteorology, chaos theory, economics, French, artificial intelligence, and futurism in general. I'm beginning to think that I am more academic than I previously thought, and might enjoy a more academic career. To that end, I'm researching a little bit about Masters degrees. Though my list of mad schemes does still include the possibility of teaching Yoga in Edmonton for a bit--and these may not be contradictory schemes.

More on that later. For now, I need to go tidy my inbox and learn a little more about how Masters degrees even work.

Monday, 15 February 2016

Check-In: 2016-02-15 (Monday)

Diet: lots of vegetables and balanced meals, relatively low added sugar
Exercise: walking, yoga, chi kung, (swimming recently & later today)
Sleep: good hours, sometimes late to bed but returned to a reasonable hour today
Mindfulness: yoga, chi kung, meditation
Spirit: friends, running with a dog, walking in nature, love & acceptance exercises, Star Wars

New format again! This time incorporating a lot of an old format, but with some tweaks. I find I really like breaking things down like this because each of these elements are such an important role in my well-being. As for tweaks, I've first of all taken away the judgmental pass/fail element, since that seems to turn into an exercise in guilt, which isn't helpful. Instead, I'm just listing things I have done recently that contribute to the category, emphasizing the positive, because I really liked that aspect of the old format.

I have also changed "love and support" to "spirit" because I have been contemplating things of a pseudo-spiritual nature a lot lately and I want somewhere to track it, and I think this overlaps nicely with the positive feelings I get from social connection.

The pseudo-spiritual things I have been contemplating are generally of an intuitive nature. For example, it is apparently quite good for our mental health to walk in nature, especially when there are trees, and I find that my intuition is aware of this. That is, if I go out into the woods here and meditate a little bit, I can tell that the presence of the trees is pleasurable and stimulating yet calming. Similarly, Mark talks metaphorically about "house spirits". For example, when the fire is going and Karen and I are reading near it while the dog is curled up on the carpet chewing on a bone, he says that this makes the house spirits happy. Basically, I think we have a long evolutionary history of things that feel good emotionally, such as family, friends, warmth, trees, fresh air, clean kitchens... whatever. This all fits under the category of Spirit in this case (in the previous check-in I believe I called it Magic--which means I probably keep re-explaining these ideas... let's call that "drill").

As for what I've been doing, the walking has continued, of course. I'm still doing 15,000 steps a day, which is a nice pace for me. I could do more, but 15k feels balanced along with the other exercise and my other interests. The swimming has been continuing, though we only attend Monday to Thursday.

I've also been doing "sympathy yoga" so that when Mark is at pilates, I'm doing some exercise as well. I'm not batting 100% on that, but then it isn't necessary to--it's important for me to exercise the amount that I need, not the amount that Mark needs. Having said that, I am enjoying the chance to play with yoga and chi kung again.

I had an interesting experience the other day with my lungs. I did some stairs the other night in an attempt to get 50 "staircases" (my new Fitbit can measure vertical distances). I only got to 49 before midnight came and the target reset. In the attempt, however, I activated my exercise-induced asthma, which manifests as a feeling like my lungs have been lightly seared in a frying pan. As an experiment, I tried doing some chi kung breathing exercises, including lifting the sky and carrying the moon. I found that the symptoms very rapidly disappeared, and also that I felt great in general, from nose stuffiness to body aches going away as well. Since then, I've been practicing those exercises a lot more, and I have fallen in love with them again.

On Friday night Mark, Karen, and I met with Leslie and Bruce for dinner. Leslie is a prof from when Mark and I were at Macewan, and Bruce is her partner. Leslie is here for a year on sabbatical, living in a boat at the harbor and writing a book. They are both odd people, in a good way, the way that smart people can be delightfully odd. We are going to visit bookstores and bakeries on Wednesday.

On Saturday I went to the Café Croissant put on by L'Alliance Française, listened to some conversation in French (I didn't have the ability to participate much, but I could keep up with most of it just listening), then walked downtown to a restaurant called Floyd's Diner for some food and to read some Astérix, then walked to a movie theatre to watch Star Wars: The Force Awakens. My thoughts on this are somewhat complicated, but generally speaking I really enjoyed it. Nice to see that the Star Wars franchise is making Star Wars movies again, instead of poorly written Muppet Show movies.

Anyway, Mark is going to pilates soon, so I will go prepare for some sympathy yoga.

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Yoga Log: 2016-02-09 (Tuesday)

I began today with some Chi Kung, specifically Lifting The Sky and Carrying the Moon--two stretches that give the whole body and gentle wake-up. I paused for a drink of water and a chance to clear my nose (I often find myself quite stuffed up at first), and then found that I was in the mood for some spontaneous movement exercise.

The spontaneous movement started as a gentle shaking out of my limbs, then the start of a massage of my scalp, but I soon found myself stretching my legs in the splits (as far as my legs will go into one, that is) and transitioning to planks, including some side planks. I then stood up and continued the massage from head to feet.

I don't quite recall the order of the exercises after that, but I did some isometric poses from Kung Fu, more planks, horse stances, downward- and upward-facing dogs, bridges, and inversions (including plow). Speaking of dog, the house was empty except for me and Luna, so Luna heard the exercise and came over to sniff at my nose, do play-bows, and generally get riled up thinking I was going to play. It was actually really adorable, and I felt bad when I told her to sit on the side and then proceeded to ignore her. Alas.

I finished the workout with a variety of my favourite stretches from yoga, like half-pidgeon, butterfly,  and some single leg folds.

One exercise that came up was a bit of jogging. Because of my lungs, I find I still can't jog very far outside when attempting to cover distance, but a little bit of jogging on the spot is a really good sensation I find. It exercises the springyness in my legs and feet, and lets the rest of my body relax and get gently shaken from the bounce. I find this really helps loosen muscles that are having trouble relaxing, as a sort of alternative approach to massage.

After the workout I tried to enter shavasana (corpse pose, where you lie on your back and relax) but Luna got far too worked up by it, so I instead sat in lotus on the couch (well, not quite lotus because lotus is actually quite hard on the knees, which are not good things to be hard on, so I was just in a comfortable cross-legged position). I found myself contemplating the bottlecap ninja, Love and Acceptance, and I found it really advantageous to relaxing. Because I was focusing on the acceptance of my feelings before anything else, I didn't have to struggle very much with feelings of judgement or perfectionism. This allowed me to simply relax and enjoy that relaxation, so the meditation was physically quite deep. Mentally, I did a fair bit of jumping from thought to thought--which I cheerfully accepted before relaxing my mind again. So the mental aspect of my meditation wasn't incredibly deep, but I found it pleasant and calm, if a bit distracted.

During this practice I decided that it would be good to start recording my yoga practices, as I originally intended when I set up the Yoga tag on the blog a year ago. I'm not sure if such logs will be of interest to anyone else, but they are cathartic for me, so I'm going to try them for a while to see how they go.

Monday, 8 February 2016

Victoria Update: Caps and Plants



I realize I'm keeping a very loose schedule with these posts, but I think that reflects a theme of unstructuredness this trip. There are routines, like the morning coffee, hashbrowns, and eggs (often accompanied by bacon) and the swim nights from Monday through Thursday (except today, which is family day). But otherwise I'm making things up as I go along. Sometimes I do a little reading in French, or watch a movie in French, or listen to a World War I documentary on YouTube. Yesterday I walked a couple of kilometers to Dairy Queen to get ice cream and had some edamame salad at Planet Organic on a whim.

My ninjas this trip have been full of surprises too--which, as I type this, I realize is what ninjas are all about. But my first ninja, intended as a statement of "I am here!" instead turned into a sleepy ninja. The next one, depicted above, was meant to be a recovery, a taking of action. This one would also change its message, however, when Mark noticed that it was "a bit pole-dancey" if you turn it slightly:


I figure that's fine though. Nothing wrong with a ninja willing to flaunt what they've got, I figure. More seriously, this came represent the accepting of mistakes. Because while the ninja ended up being a pole dancer rather than a polearm wielder, I could either get upset about it or I could call it serendipity.

For the most recent cap, I decided to give in and whole-heartedly embrace emotions and other mushy stuff, because even ninjas need mushy stuff now and again:


Yep. That's a ninja holding a sun and a heart while prancing on a rainbow. Some interpretations see the sun as a bouquet of flowers. Still works.

And more seriously, it represents the notion that I've had recently that people need to be accepted and loved for who they are. We place a lot of emphasis on earning things like love and respect and acceptance, but I'm more and more convinced that it works the other way around. People who have emotional support are far more able to get things done than people who lack that support, and our society is unhelpful by emphasizing the reverse, as though love is a transaction to be bought with some kind of correct-enough behaviour. This seems especially important when it comes to self-acceptance and... well, I would say self-love, but I think that would lead to another unintended meaning.

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Check-In: 2016-02-03 (Wednesday)

Stamina: medium / half-full
Focus: medium / full
Magic: medium / full

I seem to be tired again today. Then again, I'm back into the swimming cycle. Mark and I did the deep water aquafit on Monday and just regular swimming last night, plus our usual step amounts (Mark also did his Pilates).

Yesterday I was able to get Windows 10 installed on my laptop in preparation for getting Unity installed on it. I don't think I'll do more on that today since I'm feeling pretty tired, but maybe I will get to it tomorrow.

Poor Luna the dog has been unwell for several days now, having some trouble with keeping her food down. She still seems reasonably peppy all things considered, but I do hope she starts to feel well soon.

On a more positive note, L'Alliance Française here is having a Café Croissant this Saturday. I may try to drop in for some additional French practice. And since I didn't do any French reading yesterday, it would be good if I could do some more of that today.

Sorry for the lacklustre report. I'm just a little pooped from the swimming. Though my body seems to be getting faster at recovering from the exercise. Aquafit is just that much more intense. My mood is quite good.

Sunday, 31 January 2016

Check-In: 2016-01-31 (Sunday)

Stamina: high / medium charge
Focus: high / full
Magic: high / full

It's a rainy day here in the rainforest, which I actually really enjoy. I've done some yoga and was just looking forward to a walk when I realized that my Fitbit was on the verge of battery death, so I've decided to stay in and do a little bit of computer stuff while the device charges.

This does of course raise some questions about whether or not I should limit myself based on Fitbit charges. But in this instance, I don't mind taking a little more time before getting out the door. It won't be long, and I was planning on getting a few thousand steps, which would be nice to log. Still, important to notice that I am being tethered by an inert object, which can be fine in small doses but should not come to rule my life.

I'm pretty optimistic, though, since the improvements in lifestyle really are starting to pay off in terms of my energy levels. I'm looking forward to a day of reading French and maybe writing some English and likely doing some meditation and/or listening to music. Hence why staying in to charge my Fitbit doesn't exactly distract from my day's goals.

Apparently our supper plan today is to order in Chinese food, so we've got a reasonably lazy Sunday planned.

I've read about some people who are polyglots of languages, gaining fluency in several and competence in a dozen or more. Apparently after you pick up a couple of languages, it becomes easier to pick up more. This led me to wonder if it is better to learn more than one simultaneously, or if it is still best to learn one at a time. I came across a blog that professed the latter, that you need to immerse yourself in a language for a while so that you could really pick up the core of it. He recommended no more than two languages at once, provided the two languages were significantly different from one another. Even then he advised that learning one at a time was better.

So it looks like I'll be sticking to French for a while. I'm still enjoying it at any rate, which is important when you are dealing with my attention span. Karen and I watched a French film called Le Prenom yesterday (I believe I mentioned it on my last check-in). The first half, which I have seen before, was more of a comedy, while the second half was much more of a drama. In a way this was a bit disappointing, as it had been a good comedy, but the drama wasn't bad--it felt like a Breakfast Club for French adults. In any case, I was able to pick up a little more this time through, so my ear is getting better at following the cadence of the language. The Archie comics have been good for teaching me the way that the language is constructed, and the way that they express certain ideas. For example, the word "tenir" roughly means to "hold", but gets used in a variety of ways like, "Here!" or "I hold the idea that". Those kinds of usages are much easier to learn through live exposure than through formally study of the rules, it seems.

At this point I am just rambling. Time to check on the charge in my Fitbit.

Friday, 29 January 2016

Check-In: 2016-01-29 (Friday)

Stamina: high / nearly full
Focus: high / full
Magic: very high / full

I am currently sitting in a coffee shop called Moka House (no, not Mocca House apparently). Karen and I have come here to enjoy the ambience and coffee before visiting the movie rental shop across the street. I'm hoping to pick up a couple of French films that I would like to see.

I am also experimenting with the space in terms of how it feels to work on a laptop here. Karen brought a book so she can read while I tap away on the keyboard.

In any case, I'm playing with the format of the check-ins again. I've decided to try looking at my energy levels, both in terms of how I'm feeling in terms of capacity and how drained I am. For example, a really heavy day of exercise might have a high stamina that has been drained. Stamina is of course the energy of the body, incorporating activities like sleep and exercise. Focus is the energy of the mind for things like reading, writing, learning, etc. Magic is the energy of the spirit, and is the more nebulous element that deals with emotions and emotional efforts.

Right now I'm feeling pretty loaded up on all three. We've been swimming four times this week, plus all the dog walking. I've only been on a relatively brief walk so far today so I have a great deal of stamina capacity that has only been slightly used up.

Because I had a good sleep last night I'm feeling fairly good in terms of focus as well. Today might be a really good writing day as a result. I'm feeling somewhat inspired and may give it a stab later on.

But where I'm really feeling energetic is the magic. I took a walk around the bog by myself this morning, which meant I was surrounded by trees, breathing lots of rain-scrubbed air full of freshly-produced oxygen. Mark, Karen, and I had an interesting conversation last night about the concept of Wu (Wu Wei) from Taoism, which is essentially a state of formlessness and naturalness, a oneness with the Tao. It also features in the TV version of The Man In The High Castle, where they interpret it a little differently, with more of an emotional charge to it. So I've been contemplating Taoist concepts and doing walking meditations in nature, which has left me feeling extremely full and positive in terms of my emotional feelings.

I'm hoping to find a couple of movies at the movie rental shop (which I think is called Pick A Flick). The first is a movie called Le Prenom, which is about a man who is visiting friends and then tells them what he plans on naming his newborn son--resulting in hilarity. We started to watch it in French class at Alliance Francaise, but didn't get to see the whole thing. The other is Amelie, because I was talking to Karen about French films and I mentioned that I hadn't seen Amelie.

The laptop experiment is going quite well. The chair is comfortable and the atmosphere is pleasant. I may try coming back here on my own to get a bit of writing done.

Tuesday, 26 January 2016

Check-In: 2016-01-26 (Tuesday)

Body: Exercised (walking, swimming, fruit, vegetables, regular sleep)
Mind: Active (reading in French)
Spirit: Cheerful (walking outside, exercise, regular sleep, friends, dog)

I've finally overcome the exhaustion that I initially felt after arriving in Victoria. I think that the sudden increase in physical activity demanded some extra rest as my body acclimatized to it. Also, starting yesterday, I have slightly improved my sleep pattern so that I'm getting to and out of bed a touch earlier. I'm not what you would call an early bird, but I have been out of bed at ten for a couple of days in a row now.

My diet has, of course, been quite good here. Lots of fruit and vegetables. Though I have noticed my appetite sky-rocketing due to exercise.

Swimming has been a lot of fun. I've been slowly getting used to the deep water, both in terms of diving into it and in terms of getting used to the pressure. In only a couple of attempts, I've already much improved my ability to take the water pressure, and I am now able to dive off the edge of the pool. I don't think I'll be ready to attempt the 1 metre diving board yet, but I'm sure that with a bit more practice I'll start to get the urge for something a little more exciting.

As my energy has buoyed, so has my mood. Not that I was low before, but just quiet and contemplative. I'm now feeling outright cheerful.

I've still been spending most of my relaxation time reading Archie comics in French. I've made it through one double-volume and am now making a second pass on it in order to drill the vocabulary and concepts, now that I'm familiar with the stories. I find it to be an enjoyable mental exercise, especially as I'm using Google Translate less and less.

A bientot!

Sunday, 24 January 2016

I Will Drink From Your Skull!



Normally, Luna is such a gentle dog. But here she is depicted drinking from a human skull, so perhaps there is a darker edge to her.

Or maybe she just likes rainwater seasoned with pine needles and dirt.

Mark and I have been walking a lot of hills in the area, due to the fact that the new Fitbits can measure stairs climbed in addition to steps, heartrate, and other things. One of the perks of climbing a lot of hills is discovering views like this one, which probably doesn't come across in a cellphone picture:


I'm sure the people who own the house are quite happy with the view from their livingroom. And I can only imagine what that does to property values.

But even close to Mark's home there are many shades, textures, and qualities of green to discover, like these:


I'm starting to settle into the life and rhythms of Victoria again. The mundane task of doing a load of laundry may help me transition from the feeling of "on vacation" to "living here for a while."

And with the dryer buzzer now sounding, I'd better sign off and post again later.

Wednesday, 20 January 2016

Check-In: 2016-01-20 (Wednesday)

Body: Waking Up (walking, yoga, stairs, fruit & vegetables)
Mind: Quietly Curious (reading in French, meditation, yoga futurism)
Spirit: Calm (meditation, walking outdoors, dog, friends)

The sleepiness which has dominated my first days in Victoria is, I think, starting to pass. I did some yoga on Monday which started the process of waking my body up to the possibility of exercise, something it hasn't experienced in some months thanks to the weird ribcage issues. Said issues are, by the way, now either gone or else very subtle, which is good.

I ate a bunch of wheat in the days preceding and following my flight, leading to a bit of extra lethargy and other symptoms, so I've been cutting down in the last few days, and that also seems to be helping.

Living at Mark and Karen's place of course means lots of fruit and vegetables. We just got some amazingly sweet and lovely oranges.

I'm still feeling fairly mild in terms of my mental and spiritual spaces, though generally in a pleasant way. I'm beginning to get a little more of an appetite in these areas, though, so I'm going to a bookstore shortly to get a slightly easier French book to read (I'm hoping for some Asterix). On the spirit end of things, I'm beginning to feel an urge to try something engaging like writing.

In any case, some semblance of a routine is starting to form. I am feeling a little bit less like a guest and a little bit more like a roommate, bit by bit.

Tonight we are going swimming. I haven't done that in about a year, so that should be a blast!

Sunday, 17 January 2016

Returning

Returning

The bottlecap ninja that I drew upon arriving back at Mark's house was meant to be something resolute and determined. I wanted it to say "I am back" with an air of ambition. What actually has happened, however, is that I have been sleepy and lazy for several days, and should probably have taken this picture with a 90 degree counter-clockwise turn of the bottle and some z's drawn in over the horizontal stick figure.

Not that this is a bad thing. Between video games, candy, reduced exercise, and the watching documentaries late into the night, I think I'd managed to short change myself on health and energy, and so need a bit of a catchup. Also, it's giving me a chance to think about what I am hoping to accomplish this trip to Victoria.

In some ways, the answer is, "Not much." Last year, I was coming off of some severe burn out and in need of a lot of restorative exercise and diet. This year, much of that has been accomplished--or is at least well under way--so the mission has shrunk to "Continue to exist, but do so in a place with less snow."

On the one hand, I am keen to pursue this simple mission. On the other hand, human beings tend to thrive when they have something to work towards.

In any case, I have plenty of scattered things to work on. I plan on getting some software installed on my laptop which will take some fiddling. I plan on continuing with my study of French by reading a French book (I bought one at Books on View the other day). I plan on getting some writing done, and would like to go swimming at some point (once I heal the damage I inflicted upon my toe by winging it on the end of the bed).

In the meantime, I will sleep and enjoy the humid air.

And here is a cool sight that I found downtown by the museum: