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12.29.2005  "Haunting"
I saw "Brokeback Mountain" over the holidays, and enjoyed it (as I knew I would).  There were a couple of scenes and some lines that stuck with me for a few days (a definite sign of an effective film).  Surprisingly I wasn't really drawn into the relationship between the two men.  Instead, I was really moved by the loneliness and sadness experienced by Heath Ledger's character.  When someone is unable to really relate to loved ones, and inevitably pushes them away (compounded by that person's inability to express emotions appropriately) and then is unable to be with his/her soul mate, it is truly heart-wrenching.

12.23.2005  "Forget Webcams - the Real Thing is Better"
As I was running around this morning getting ready for work, Robin called.  He told me to go out on the back porch and stand near the barbecue.  There, through the trees, I had a clear view of the tower that he's currently working on (about 3 blocks away).  He told me to look at the top balcony, and what do I see - my boyfriend (who looks more like a mere stick figure at this distance) and he's waving at me.

All the while we're talking to each other on the phone.  But it was nice to actually see him while his voice was in my ear.  Forget webcams - this felt more real.  It was sweet.

12.22.2005  "Growth"
I had a thought in the shower this morning: at this moment, this exact moment, my hair is growing.  It's getting longer.  I thought that was kind of crazy.

12.20.2005  "A Perfect, Furry Aubergine"
I was at the petting zoo in Stanley Park on Saturday when we were there for the Holiday Train.  Amongst the running children and clucking chickens wandering loose, I headed for a small hutch in the corner that wasn't surrounded by activity.  Inside was a solitary black bunny, sitting quietly with his legs tucked under his belly and his ears pressed against his back. From my aerial view, he looked like a perfect, furry eggplant.

I reached down tentatively with one gloved hand and started to pet his smooth backside.  He didn't flinch or move.  I guess being a resident in a petting zoo he's quite used to being touched.  For a brief moment in time I was transported back to my childhood, when I would spend hours playing with my bunny Clyde.  Amid the barnyard noises and children's voices, I found some peace and quiet with this silent, little guy.  He was content to be petted and to let me remember what it was like to be an 8-year-old again who had a furry best friend who loved me and no cares in the world.

12.19.2005  "I'm Remembering to Enjoy Myself This Time"
This holiday season, I remembered to actually enjoy myself and not get caught up in any Christmas rush or shopping anxiety attacks.  I think Farshad said it best a couple of weeks ago when he resolved not to 'run around and feel obligated to buy useless trinkets for people just because you feel pressured to.'  I agree.  It's more about quality time and meeting up with friends, and less about cards and presents.

Of course I still have a few presents to buy, but this year's list was the smallest and most manageable to date.  My shopping is essentially done, and I spaced it over 2 weeks (lunch breaks, after work on my way home, etc).  I only sent cards to people living outside of Vancouver and to a few select friends.  And Robin and I put up the decorations at the beginning of the month.

Now, I get to enjoy myself this week and next.  I will eat and be merry and listen to holiday music and bring in the new year happily and peacefully.

12.16.2005  "Festivus of Lightsivus"
Last night Farshad and I braved the sub-zero temperatures and checked out the Festival of Lights at VanDusen gardens.  What an amazing setup - so pretty, so much imagination and creativity, and so many lights!  But the great part was how we got in.

As we approached the entrance, Farshad was drawn to a tent and table with hot chocolate and Tim Horton donuts. It all happened so fast, but basically Farshad found out it was a promotional event from QM/FM.  They asked if he was a client, and he answered (truthfully) that he worked at PacBlue which shares the same building.  Before I knew it, the woman behind the table crossed something off on a sheet, we were handed hot chocolates and donuts and 2 tickets (valued at $10 each) and told to enter through the VIP entrance.

We were about 20 feet inside the entrance when it finally dawned on me what had happened.  After rationalizing the guilt away (they had also enquired about the size of our group - so we were sure that if/when other PacBlue people arrived, they wouldn't be turned away), we had a laugh.

12.15.2005  "Food Blogs"
At lunch yesterday, Dave mentioned how he's been subscribing to a food delivery service.  I had heard about this type of service, but I got quite excited talking to someone who actually does it (I love food).  I asked him tons of questions - I found it so interesting.  I jokingly told him to write all his menu selections on his blog.  But I would actually read it. 

I would.

12.14.2005  "My Latest Obsession"
I've been obsessed with animated characters before (see here for my favourite show from my childhood).  My latest animated obsession is more cute than cool.  Yes, I'm talking about Butters from "South Park".

OMG.  I get giddy whenever he shows up and says something.  Everything about him cracks me up: his voice, his mannerisms, his sad yet cheery reaction to his isolation from the rest of the boys, his creative curses ("Oh, hamburgers!"), his Professor Chaos persona.  I adore him.  I wish he was my little boy.

Is it possible to love a cartoon character?

12.12.2005  "Not Just a Gay Cowboy Film"
I cannot tell you how excited I am to see "Brokeback Mountain."  There's all this hype, people labeling it a gay cowboy film.  But I look at it more as a love story.  It would be nice if these types of movies (sure, the 2 lead characters just happen to be of the same sex) aren't necessarily labeled as 'gay' - I mean, do we all consider "Romeo & Juliet" a straight, love story?

12.11.2005  "Mother-Daughter Tea"
My cousin hosted a "Mother-Daughter Tea-Time" at her place  yesterday.  Even though it was Robin's birthday, I left him alone to play video games while I zipped down to Granville Island for a couple of hours.

I'm glad I did go (even though the guilt was killing me, and even after Robin's many assurances).  When I walked into the living room there were various generations of women (from children to mothers to grandmothers).  My own mother looked quite comfortable on the couch while Little Ella climbed over her to retrieve Jello-blocks from the coffee table.  She was happy to see me (as usual) and I nestled into the couch with her.  When it was time to eat, Tomi told all the daughters, "Serve tea to your mothers!"

I was glad I was there to pour tea for my own mother.  It's a simple gesture, but it's important to show your respect and appreciation to someone who has sacrificed so much of her own life so her children can be happy.  I would have felt strange if I hadn't been there that afternoon, if my mother had no daughter there to serve her tea while all the other mothers were waited on by their girls.  It wouldn't have been right.

12.08.2005  "Cancelling the Reinvention Tour"
On a regular basis, I take a look in the mirror and wonder how I can reinvent myself.  I always like to try out new looks.  It's not because I'm unhappy with my appearance, but I just like initiating changes and I am always looking to try new things.

I can't recall how many times I've grown my hair long, then cut it short, only to grow it long again.  I've had many perms (mainly in my teens) and recently considered doing it again (soft waves) after seeing Tammy's casual, Hawaiian-surfer locks.  During university I discovered coloured-contacts.  My brown eyes were transformed to a brilliant shade of green.  Then I started colouring my hair.  I joined the legions of Asian women who had red hair.  I remember when I finally dyed it back to black it took about a year to feel comfortable again in my natural hair colour.

And then there's the clothing.  Should I try to be more Hippie-chic?  Kitsilano-cowgirl? Urban-athletic?

But I recently looked in the mirror and was quite pleased with what I saw.  Some might call it boring (the shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes, and conservatively-trendy attire).  However, I think I've found a look that works for me, something that I'm happy with.  So, I'm canceling the reinvention tour for now.  It's nice to feel comfortable in your own skin. 

12.06.2005  "My 20-Something Self vs. My 30-Something Self"
I was cleaning out my night table and found an old passport.  The date on it was 1994.  The black and white photograph was of me.  My 23-year-old self.  Robin commented that I looked the same, yet better now.

It reminded me of that great "Sex and the City" episode: "20-Something Girls vs. 30-Something Women".  How does my current 34-year-old self measure up to my 20-something self?

Both my 30-something and 20-something selves are (were) independent, social, generally content beings.  But I'd have to say that my current self would kick the younger me's ass (just like the episode).  Sure, my younger self was a few pounds lighter, but I'm probably in the best shape I've ever been in (both physically and mentally).  I've established a regular routine of Yoga, weight-lifting and cardio that keeps me healthy, and in the years spent discovering my nutritional needs I have developed a diet and eating routine that's right for me. 

I look better overall: I know what clothes look best on me (after realizing and acknowledging my body 'flaws' and being able to hide them while enhancing my positive body attributes), I know how to apply make-up (after being taught by friends in the industry), I know what hair style flatters my face shape the best, etc.

After years of establishing my career, I am confident in the work place and in the job market.  I know what I'm good at, I know how to sell myself, I know how to talk.  Also, I've built up a large professional network that I tap into regularly for advice and pointers.  I have a phenomenal group of friends based in Vancouver (and also in other parts of the world).  And I've noticed that wherever I go I always seem to attract and be drawn to people who I establish long-term bonds with.

I've learned not to take things too personally, to appreciate the present, to value my relationships (and work hard at them).  I've also learned the benefits of good posture, oil of oregano, pedicures, hair conditioner and sunscreen.

I'm still working on communication and assertiveness issues, even though I know I've greatly improved in both areas in the past decade.  But I know for sure that my confidence and happiness with who I am radiates outwards, creating positive energy.  So overall, as Robin said: I'm essentially the same, just better now.

And then I think back to my conversation with Guy on the weekend.  I mentioned I was enjoying my 30s immensely and his reply: he's enjoying his 40s, and can hardly wait for this 50s because he thinks they'll be even better.  Wow.  In another decade, I also hope that my 40-something self would be able to kick my 30-something's ass.

12.05.2005  "A Great Combination"
Try putting some salted, macadamia nuts on a bowl of Breyer's vanilla ice cream.  It's delicious.  Take my word for it.

12.01.2005  "It All Happens For a Reason, Baby!"
It's the first day of December.  Let the holiday festivities begin!  Now we pull out the decorations, listen to holiday music and eat all the high-fat foods we want.  'Tis the season.  I'm very excited.

Anyway.  I'm pretty sure I've written before about how everything happens for a reason.  But I'm going to do it again.  This morning I decided to de-ice my car (it's been sitting idle for 3 days) and drive into work because I had an early meeting and then I'm going out after work.  I somehow managed to snap off one of my windshield wipers.  After battling with the plastic and rubber for a few minutes, I happened to see our neighbour Brook who was also warming up his car.

I asked him to help me, and after about 10 minutes of struggling he was able to put it back together (even though I had broken something).  I thanked him profusely (I couldn't have done it without him).  I got into the office right at 9am only to find out that my meeting was re-scheduled.

Instantly I was pissed off.  All that rushing for nothing.  But then I realized that if I hadn't left this morning at the time that I did, Brook wouldn't have been there to help me.  So, everything worked as it should.

11.29.2005  "A Great Way to Start a Monday"
Monday morning I was doing my usual trek through Yaletown on my way to work.  I was wearing my headphones, enjoying the last of my weekend until I had to go into the office (not really dreading work, but not exactly looking forward to it either).  I sensed that someone was walking beside me. I looked up.  I saw a big smile framed by designer eyeglasses and a soft beard.  It was Tristan.

I instantly smiled when I saw him. He placed a friendly, familiar hand on my back and we asked each other how our weekends were.  We only walked about 1 block together but when he veered off to his office, I just felt.... calm.  When you're reminded that you're surrounded by friends, suddenly the workplace doesn't seem so bad.

11.28.2005  "TV Just Got Better"
Robin and I made the plunge into high-definition cable with DV-R.  Now we can pause live TV, watch instant replays, watch "The Simpsons" in vivid hi-def, and record entire series on our hard drive (first-run episodes only, please!) at the touch of a button.

How did I live without this before?  It's not quite Tivo.  But it's still super-fantastic!

11.27.2005  "You Just Got Served!"
I've discovered my new favourite thing: PS2 dance games.  Robin picked up 2 dance mats and "Dance Dance Revolution Extreme" and on Saturday we (me, Robin, Brent) all went head-to-head for about 7 hours.  We also did Brent's "Flow" game - the same thing, but with hip-hop beats.  We stripped down to tank tops, t-shirts, and shorts.  We only stopped twice for food.  At around 9:30pm, after Brent had long gone home, I called it quits because my knees were starting to hurt.  But what a fantastic work-out!  I also find that I seem to excel at the fast-paced songs - the slower beats mess me up for some reason.  I thrive on the seemingly impossible, Euro-techno numbers that speed by at about 175 bpm.  Insanity.

I also briefly did "Karaoke Party" - the 'sing and dance' component.  I now have a greater appreciation for people who can do this (e.g. N-Sync, Britney).  It's hard!  So hard, in fact, that Robin and Brent split up the duties (one would sing, one would dance).  But I gave it my best shot, and my scores were decent.  One of the highlights, as I belted out Beyonce's "Crazy In Love" while dancing, was Robin commenting: "I'm so impressed.  Rena, I've never loved you more than at this moment." 

So touching.  Sony, you've managed to strengthen my relationship.

11.25.2005  "Subeez Revisited"
I had some one-on-one time with Brian last night, something we haven't really done since he's come home from Japan.  We decided to have dinner at Subeez, an old, favourite hang-out of ours.  I remember visiting Brian there on Sunday afternoons while he DJ'd there for the late lunch/early dinner crowd.  In fact, I remember being there while he dropped off his demo tape (yes, tape) to Benny.  Brian played mostly Speedy J and Future Sounds of London - electronic, atmospheric stuff like that.

Now it's almost ten years later.  The space hasn't really changed (still that same moody yet cool, concrete, warehouse-like space).  The candles are still there, and the art looks similar to what it was a decade ago.  We loved our meals (pretty gourmet considering the reasonable prices) and the service was friendly yet edgy (something else hasn't changed). 

But one thing that was different was our conversation.  We've gotten older - nothing particularly bad, but we're just different now.  Talking with Brian last night, I felt a little bit like I was re-visiting my old self, my previous life.  And it was comforting to have someone along the way who knew exactly where I was coming from.

11.24.2005  "Dansu, Yeah?"
Yesterday was a very fun and different Wednesday night.  We met at Brent's and Piers brought over his PS2 dance pad.  We gave it our best shot - dancing, singing while dancing, etc.  And of course we sang some duets.

I felt so incredibly awkward and ungraceful while attempting the dance moves.  I'm sure any Tokyo adolescent could have put me to deep shame.  And let's talk about the singing while dancing for Karaoke Party - I was so out of breath!  Even though it wasn't particularly hard work, I guess I was so focused on the 2 rows of activity (song music plus dance moves) that I simply forgot to breathe.  Whew.

I can sing.  I can somewhat sing and dance at the same time (as long as I really know the song - because I'm not really focusing on the lyrics and instead I'm concentrating on my feet).  But when I try the pure Dance Revolution (just dancing), I'm pretty hopeless.  Oh well.  Robin and I decided to buy a dance pad for ourselves and start practicing to bust a move.  I can hardly wait for some new challenges!

11.23.2005  "Foggy Days and Signs From Above"
It's been really foggy in the Lower Mainland for the past week.  Personally, I find it quite beautiful.  The whole city is cloaked in this dewy, refreshing mist (every time I step outside I'm getting a mini-facial).  Everything seems a little muted, hushed.  When I look at a streetlight masked in clouds, I'm reminded of a Sherlock Holmes' novel.  However, it's not really fun to drive in.

This morning as I was approaching the Metrotown skytrain station, I noticed a blinding, brilliant light piercing through the fog.  It reminded me of the sharp, white gleam radiating off the Justice League headquarters in the old cartoon.  As I got closer, I realized it was the sun hitting the Rogers' building.  But for about 10 seconds (before the truth was revealed), I felt like I was in the presence of greatness.  Then while I walked through Yaletown, I stopped at a crossing and took a look around the hazy landmarks.  One giant billboard (about 1 block long) loomed large and clear above me: an ad for Madonna's new CD.  Ah, greatness indeed.

11.21.2005  "Listen Up, Hollywood"
On Saturday, Brent and I braved the crowds to see "Harry Potter & The Goblet of Fire" on opening weekend.  The movie itself was enjoyable, but the crowd was not.  Now, I understand that the audience will be a bit more 'animated' on the first weekend of a blockbuster movie.  But I had to 'shush' a couple who were sitting near us because they insisted on talking right through the previews and into the first few minutes of the movie.

Why are people so clueless?  Do they not realize that they are surrounded by other people (in a sold-out show) who can hear them?  Shame on them for not considering (or being aware of) others around them.  Shame on them for having to be told (asked in a very stern tone) to stop disrupting the movie-going experience for those around them.  Thank goodness their reaction to me was nothing short of embarrassment and apologies.  If they had reacted rudely to my request, I don't know what I would have done.  They might have left the theatre wearing their tub of greasy popcorn and king-sized pop.

But my whole point: this little incident put a bit of a damper on my movie-going experience (and I know Brent felt the same).  For the last couple of years, I've been reading articles about how movie attendance in the theatres has decreased.  The reasons: quick DVD releases, better home theatre equipment, and (my whole point of this journal entry) irritating audiences.  Together (Brent and me), our combined income is over $100,000.  We can totally afford our $12 admission tickets to the theatre.  But because of inconsiderate, clueless chatty-Kathy's and cell-phone-talking buffoons (I've encountered those in the past too), we opt to stay in the comfort of our own homes to watch movies and avoid such uninvited interruptions. 

So listen up Hollywood. I think you're fighting a losing battle here.

11.18.2005  "My Wonderful, Thoughtful Partner Supports My Habit"
Yesterday I came home to a wonderful surprise.  Robin had traded in some of his old PS2 games and scored a few new ones on store credit, including Karaoke Revolution Party (because he knows how much his girlfriend loves to sing!).  And yes, this is the one where you can integrate it with an Eye-cam and dance while you sing.  Oh, I was shaking with excitement!  Just wait until we get the proper dance accessories - it's going to be a crazy work-out!

Last night, with our single microphone, we could only do the karaoke portion.  But what an experience!  The user setup is so much more sophisticated (you can really personalize the characters) and the song list is the best one yet!  Imagine my elation as I sang Whitney Houston, A-Ha, Joan Jett, and Blondie.  I can hardly wait to go home after work today and sing with my sweetie.

11.17.2005  "Poetry in Motion 4: Some Random Haikus About Things That Make Me Smile"

Hot, fu-man-choo man
Tickles me when he kisses
My mouth and my cheeks.

Streak of flesh and blue
Robin jumps into the bed
Just in his undies.

It's raining and cold
But Brent's place is bright and warm
We gorge on Thai food.

Awake, energized
The first downward-dog today
I stretch - it feels great.

Warm body, strong hands
Robin pets my head and smiles
I hug my lover.

The phone rings at work
I welcome the distraction
It's Miss Ivan's voice!

Farshad at the decks
I dance to electro beats
It's a long weekend.

Climbing into bed
Armed with my flannels and pen
It's crossword time, yay!
 

These are so much fun to write!  I could keep going forever.  But I have work to do.  If you want some more haiku fun, go here.

11.16.2005  "Small Town in a  Big City"
I read in the news today that the Normandy restaurant on South Granville burned down overnight, and they are unsure if they will ever re-open.  My initial reaction: well, that's another restaurant that I've always wanted to go to but now I might never have that chance.

But as I read the article, I started caring less about my own selfish wishes and instead focused on what the community had lost.  Apparently, the Normandy (an affordable meat-and-potatoes establishment) had been in the neighborhood for close to 20 years.  They were often open for Christmas, providing turkey dinners for the many seniors and singles in the area (and they also accommodated take-out on that day too).  There were so many regular, senior citizen patrons that it was not uncommon for the restaurant staff (some have worked there for 10-15 years) to call them at home if they didn't show up after 3-4 days, just to make sure they were okay.  What an amazing jewel, nestled in between the over-priced ladies' boutiques and trendy home furnishing stores.  The Normandy truly had a small town feel in the big city.

So, I may not ever be able to sample the Normandy's beef stew or meatloaf.  But that's a small loss for me, compared to the many people in South Granville who lost their 'family', their second home, their security, their sure thing, their familiar, warm meals.  I hope those people find 'another Normandy' to go to.

11.15.2005  "And She's All Woman, Baby"
Apparently GQ magazine has named Jennifer Aniston as their "Man of the Year."  She earned this because of her dignity and poise she exhibited while going through a nasty break-up.  The magazine cover will show her posing topless (but being discrete).

Yeah, baby.  If I was to go through a traumatic break-up (again), I would hope that I could be as calm and graceful as Ms. Aniston.  What a role model.  And of course I would hope that my body would be as rocking as hers, so I could show it to the world.  Living well and looking good are the best ways to exact revenge - such a quiet and delicious way of getting back at those who have hurt you.

11.14.2005  "Another One Bites the Dust"
I've been on edge for too long now. But it's pretty much confirmed. Fox is not renewing "Arrested Development". After a couple of seasons of "critical acclaim" but low ratings, new episodes will not be ordered.

That makes me so sad, and somewhat angry. "Arrested Development" had some of the cleverest story lines and intricate, inside jokes on TV today. The writing is gold - not since "Seinfeld" during its hey-day have I been so amazed by the wittiness and ability to intertwine numerous stories together so tightly in 30 minutes.

But I guess the public just doesn't want that. People would rather watch tribal councils and humiliation rounds than intelligently hilarious dialogue. Oh well. Maybe "Arrested Development" will get re-injected with life on DVD (like "Family Guy"). I hope so. But on the other hand, I probably wouldn't like it so much if it WAS super popular with the general public. This way, I can be a bit of a TV snob, and pride myself for appreciating smart shows even if the rest of the boob-tube audience does not.

11.11.2005  "Know When to Hold 'em"
On Friday evening after a fantastic meal at the Clubhouse (that place never disappoints), Brent and I left to check out the new Edgewater Casino at the Plaza of Nations. What a trip.

I'm not a gambler, and I think I've only been to casinos twice in my life? But you know me - always one to try something new, and check out a subculture that I'm not familiar with. I was shocked to learn this place was open 24 hours on the weekends (and until 6am on week days!). I was also surprised to see "Reserved" signs on certain slot machines. But I wasn't surprised to see the endless, free coffee and numerous 'slot attendants' who were quick to respond.

As I quickly got my bearing and settled into the 5-cent slots (after a quick, losing battle with the 25-cent ones), I was amazed how content I became to just mindlessly press the 'repeat bet' button or tug on the old-fashioned arm of the bandit. It was quite soothing and relaxing, even with the bright, flashing lights and the "Price Is Right" theme (and other catchy melodies) in the background. With each turn, I would hope and wish for that jackpot. But not surprisingly, it never happened.

After I had spent $15 (plus the complimentary $5 for being a first-timer), I went and found Brent (who was also at the slots). It was time to go. I easily could have stayed longer (I had the time and money), but I decided to draw the line. And I'm glad that it was that easy for me to walk away. I imagine for many others, it could be quite difficult.

11.09.2005  "Old Music Is New"
We bought a couple of CDs on the weekend (yes, we still purchase music from stores). Robin bought the best of Johnny Cash, and I bough Paul Anka's "Rock Swings" (includes covers of Spandau Ballet's "True", Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit," Billy Idol's "Eyes Without a Face," etc).

Who knew at 34 I'd be listening to this 60s teen idol, and thinking his sound was fresh

11.08.2005  "Psychological Warfare with the Cat"
We've come to the conclusion that Bud (the cat that shares our living space) is almost deaf. That explains the incessant meowing and yowling and yakkity-yak-yak that he assaults us with every day. He can't even hear himself so he's unsure that we're hearing him as well. So, he's persistent and aggressive to makes sure that his voice is heard. Yes, we hear it at 3am. And 5am. And 7am.

Now sleep deprivation can make people do strange, irrational things. My interrupted sleep has caused me to wage psychological warfare on the four-legged black monster. I realize that I can't 'teach him a lesson' (my tactics are probably too sophisticated to be processed and appreciated by his little lima-bean size brain), but I do it anyway. When he's fast asleep, all curled up on his easy chair with his "Tickle-Me-Elmo" doll, I creep up until I'm 5 inches from his face. Then I yell out, "Meow! Meow! Yeah, how you like them apples, hey??!!" Of course, even though he's near-deaf, he jumps up, startled and confused. And I walk away with a smug expression on my face. Yeah. Score 1 point for me!

Of course, I don't hate him. He just irritates the hell out of me. But I also understand that he's an old cat who is very needy and attention-deprived. So, every night I reserve some truce time. I lift him up on my lap and let him settle in while I scratch his chin and rub his back. Even enemies can get along sometimes during wartime.

11.06.2005  "The Sun is Out, So We're Going Biking"
I awoke on Sunday and didn't hear the familiar rain. When I opened the curtains I was welcomed by sunshine. How glorious. I immediately knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to go for a bike ride.

Just 2 years ago I used to have no issues with cycling in the rain. But now, I'm a bit more cautious, hesitant, paranoid, lazy. I don't like the poor visibility or the cold-blooded feeling afterwards (where even the hottest shower can't warm you up but gives you 1st degree skin burns). I hadn't been for a ride in 2 weeks, and was itching to get out there.

We bundled up in our winter cycling gear (how I miss my cycling skirt and tank top!) and headed to Vancouver. We went to Mountain Equipment Co-op and I bought a cycling shell jacket. We were only gone for about 2.5 hours but it was absolutely fantastic to be in the open air and feeling my muscles getting a much-needed workout. I'm really wishing for sun/dry weather for this long weekend.

11.04.2005  "Party Tricks"
I might have already written about this. But I'm too lazy to search and check. So, here it goes (maybe again). I was thinking the other day that I don't really have a party trick. You know. Think back to that scene in "The Breakfast Club" where they all show off something they can do, that's somewhat unique, that is at least good enough for a cheap thrill. Remember Molly Ringwald applying her lip gloss by placing it in her cleavage and chin down, lips pouting - look, no hands!

Let's see. Robin can ride a unicycle (so he tells me). Aaron can do magic tricks (card ones and others - once he did the David Blaine self-levitation trick and I almost fell off the couch I was so impressed). Farshad is a DJ, so basically he *IS* the party.

So, what can I do:
-I can do karaoke (the real thing and Karaoke Revolution). But then, so can about 75% of the Asia continent. So, it's not that unique.
-I can play the first 2 dozen bars of Pachelbel's "Canon in D" on the piano by memory. Then it's lost after that. It would be way more impressive if I could play the entire song.
-I can make a really good bean dip that I've brought to numerous parties in the past, and always received rave reviews (sometimes people still mention it years after the fact). But that requires an hour of prep time, so it's not really a party trick.
-I used to be able to make an origami penguin out of any piece of paper, but that talent has since been forgotten.
-At one time I was also able to construct a take-down, bondage device out of a piece of rope, and I also knew rudimentary Japanese rope art/bondage (kinbaku? shibari?). But again, I've lost that knowledge over time.
-I can do a decent voice impersonation of Karen from "Will & Grace." [As high-pitched, obnoxious, middle-aged, drunk woman] 'Wilma, Jackie - will someone get me a freakin' drink? I'm dying here!'

So, I think I'll stick with the piano trick and the voice impersonations. It's somewhat impressive, especially if the audience isn't even aware that I can play and if they watch a lot of television. It's either that or I'll need to find some rope to brush up on my bondage tricks.

11.01.2005  "Hooliganism is Ok, but Not After 11pm on a School Night"
Last night was Halloween.  It was pretty uneventful.  We got about 30 kids at the door and the knocking stopped after 8:30pm.  But then the fireworks and firecrackers started as the older kids celebrated.  And we live across from a park, so there were plenty of groups meeting and laughing by our house.

It didn't really bother me until I found myself lying in bed at 1am and the noise and commotion was still going full-tilt.  Since we were both awake, Robin and I were talking.  As youths, we participated in our share of hooliganism on Halloween.  But only until about 11pm on a school night.  Why on earth were these children running around until after 1:00am?  It was crazy and completely unnecessary. Call me old.  Whatever.  But I think I'm being reasonable in saying that I'm okay with some Halloween hooliganism, just not too late.

10.28.2005  "Always a Nice Time"
On Friday night, Robin and I decided to shake up the routine and meet my mother for dinner (instead of the usual Sunday outing).  We were both exhausted from work and then Robin got a work-related call about an emergency.  By the time we dropped off the materials at the job site, we were heading to North Vancouver at 7pm.

We pulled up to my mother's curb, hungry and tired.  But as soon as she stepped in the car and said her cheery "Hello!", I felt refreshed.  She just has a way about her.  She always projects positive energy. Then she told us that she had bought a gift for Robin (that's so her MO).  It turns out it was an aleum bulb that she paid $13 for (since it was 'the shit' - see here for a visual).  Then she took us out for Thai food, where we sat by a fireplace and ate a warm soup, some noodles and a yellow curry.

After we dropped her off, Robin made the comment that we always have a nice time with my mom.  And I know she really enjoys spending time with 'her children'.  I don't see my weekly visits as an obligation.  I truly enjoy my mother's company.

10.27.2005  "A Breath of Fresh Air in Yaletown"
During my walk through Yaletown this morning, one thing stood out as a bright spot to a usual routine.  As I climbed the stairs near Yaletown Brew Pub, I noticed two women putting on gardening gloves and hoisting coiled hoses on their backs.  At the top of the stairs, the older woman (I'd say in her 50s) glanced up and then smiled at me. Such a simple yet sincere gesture.  And with her big shock or wiry gray hair, baggy pants and burgandy cardigan, she was such a breath of fresh air in Yaletown.  She stood out from the cigarette-smoking, Paris Hilton skirt-wearing, Bentley-driving, dog-walking, cell-phone talking city-dwellers that clutter the sidewalks, boutiques, coffee houses, and Botox centers.

She was just here to tend to the sidewalk gardens and hanging baskets.  She stuck out like a sore thumb.  But she was a refreshing, welcome 'green thumb' in my eyes.

10.24.2005  "All Aboard! (the Ghost Train)"
On Sunday we continued our tradition of catching the Stanley Park Ghost Train in time for Halloween (see link here).  I think this is our third or fourth year in a row now.  It's such a silly thing really if you don't have children since it is a kid event.  But we love disturbing the clean, family environment with our potty-talk (but we cover our mouths so the kiddies can't hear e.g. "Greek style!" - *only Robin, Trevor and Ivan will get that) and the aura of cheesiness (not scary at all!).  Also we look forward to learning the annual theme: last year it was Shakespeare (lame, weak!).  But this year it was a "Day of the Dead" theme (loved it!).

A touching moment for me was approaching the Wall of the Dead, where you could write down names of deceased loved ones and pin them up in remembrance.  I wrote "Calvin and Apollo" (2 dearly departed kitties) and pinned it up.  We ate organic popcorn (delicious) and drank hot chocolate.  Robin got extra attention from one of the performer-devils who ensured us we were all going to hell, and she demanded that he give her a kiss.  I was also pleased to see the skeleton family (stilt-walkers) made another appearance in the woods.

Such a silly, frivolous outing that we do every year.  But I look forward to being with my friends and mocking the whole faux-creepiness of it all.  Imagine what it'll be like when there are kids to bring along?   I'll probably enjoy it more than they will.

10.20.2005  "Some Places Have It, Some Places Don't"
I've had this conversation many times with Farshad, with Robin, etc.  But I don't think I've ever written about it.  Today's topic: successful businesses vs. not-so-successful ones.  In particular, I'm thinking about restaurants.

Yesterday for lunch, Deanna and I checked out the cheap, take-out Bento Boxes from Urban Buffet.  We happened to arrive at a hectic moment: one tour bus was exiting, one was arriving.  As we stood in the lobby, hordes of people walked past us on either sides, headed in both directions.  It was a brief encounter with chaos as the restaurant employees madly tried to steer people (mainly elderly Asian tourists) in the proper direction.  But it wasn't noisy or maddening.  And after a few minutes, someone was available to take our order and promptly wrap up our take-out boxes and send us on our way.  But I still couldn't believe the large lunchtime crowd.

Urban Buffet is located at the corner of Homer and Nelson .  I remember many restaurant establishments before them coming and going (but I can't recall their names).  Amongst my friends, it became one of those infamous 'cursed locations' and we would wonder what new restaurant was going to spring up next. This one, however, has been there for a number of years.  And based on yesterday's numbers, I assume they'll be there for a few more years (who knew an affordable, Asian buffet situation in Yaletown would be a successful business?).

Around the corner is Subeez, sister-restaurant to Wazuubee located on Commercial Drive.  I remember when Subeez first opened up on the corner of Homer and Smithe.  With it's large, high-ceilinged, open space room and synth-mood music, you think it would quickly become a happening hot spot.  On the contrary, it was always dead at first.  I would meet Curtis there for dinner, or go to watch Brian DJ on Sundays (think of Future Sounds of London and Spedy J) and wonder: how on earth are they paying their rent?  But flash forward a couple of years.  Subeez is packed, especially on weekend nights.  You're lucky to get a table.  The crowd - many party, 'rave' kids, who have established Subeez as their official meeting spot before going out into the late night/early morning.  The fact that their is dark lighting (providing an intimate mood), cool artwork and excellent, affordable food and drinks has attracted a certain loyal crowd.  It works.  And back then, I remember always seeing the owner, Benny, working the floor.  Yes, he was visiting and chatting, but he was also working (waiting tables, pouring drinks).  A personal touch to an otherwise hollowed, concrete space. 

Now that brings me to my next example: The Eatery in Kitsilano.  Over the years, I have befriended the owner Randy.  I've watched the menu change (from Japanese/sushi + Western to mainly Japanese), watched the walls get a facelift, the ceilings raised, a new kick-ass stereo system, new merchandise ("Miso Horny" t-shirts and undies), new floors, big screen TVs, etc.  The food is good, the staff is friendly and flirty-cute, the music is happening, the crowd is hip.  And on any given night, the place is hopping.  Line-ups start around 7pm during winter months and 8pm during summer months (after Ultimate practices).  Randy sure knows how to run a business.  He's hands-on, always circulating and socializing (and working too).  He gets our feedback on the menu, lets us sample new creations, swaps CDs with us to get new music exposure, etc.  And every so often he knocks 10% off the bill, or gives us all free t-shirts and tank tops for the hell of it.  And we keep going back for more, year after year.

I've just named a few local successes, and I know there are plenty of other examples.  But I just don't understand when I walk past those deserted eateries, why they remain like that (until they close up shop).  Why aren't the owners scoping out the busy places and taking notes?  It just makes sense to learn from the successful places.  You can bet that if I ever wanted to open my own business, the first thing I'd do is head to the Eatery, buy Randy a beer and a California roll and pick his brain.

10.18.2005  "No More Living Room Bully"
Living with a bully is not pleasant.  Even if this bully is only 10 inches long and is contained in a tank of water - he can still be nasty.  On the weekend, we decided to get rid of our living room bully.  We decided it was time to get rid of Arlo, the Arawana (click here for a visual).

We had purchased Arlo for $25 at the King Edward Pet Store.  Back then he was a little guy, maybe six inches in length.  From day one he had a ferocious appetite.  He'd pick off the feeder fish one by one.  You could hear the unmistakable slap of water as he coiled then struck.  He started to grow into a big boy.  He started terrorizing the other fish, and then as expected he started devouring his tank-mates too.  Near the end, it would only take 2 flicks of his tail to cross the tank from end-to-end.  He was a monster.

We always had to be careful around him.  Any sudden movements would cause him to freak out (and on one occasion jump out of the tank - that was a separate journal entry).  Feeding him his pellets was also challenging.  As soon as the tank lid was opened, there he was, staring right at you.  He'd snap at your fingers if you weren't careful.  Even though you towered over him, he wasn't scared.  He was no coward.  He was a bully.

When the pet store said they'd consider taking him back for a credit exchange, we jumped at the opportunity.  But of course Arlo didn't go without a struggle.  Robin got him in the plastic bag, and we marveled at his strength as he thrashed and struggled, and watched as he managed to soak Robin's clothes and get water all over the floor.  He wouldn't go down without a fight.

We got $40 for him (a $15 profit), even though he had split his lip in the process.  He was placed in a large tank with some other fish.  But of course, he was still the largest.  I'm sure his bullying continues today.  And I wonder how many of those fish are left in the tank.

10.17.2005  "My Mother's Date"
Saturday evening I agreed to be an escort - for my mother.  She had been invited to her friends' 50th  Wedding Anniversary and didn't feel like going alone.  When she saw that the invite said "Judy + Guest" she immediately asked me to accompany her.  I was happy to oblige.  So we got all dressed up, put on our best jewelry and set out for a night on the town.

It was at Sequoia Grill (the old Teahouse) in Stanley Park.  I felt like I was at a small wedding reception, except the bride and groom were now in their golden years.  I teased the 'bride' that she should have worn a wedding dress and veil for the occasion.  She laughed and showed me her black hose and sandals - comfort was the name of the game.  It was a classy affair in a private room with a view of the ocean and UBC and West Vancouver.  Hors d'oeuvres and drinks were circulated while we mingled, then we sat down to dinner around 8pm.  I had the pear and roquefort cheese salad to start, then on to the lamb sirloin with garlic mash and roasted roma tomatoes.  For dessert it was the lemon tart with raspberry sorbet - magnificent!  Of course there were speeches sprinkled in between the courses.  Even though I didn't know the couple, at the end of the evening I felt like I knew them intimately - kind, good, down-to-earth people who are real.

The room was warm and pleasant, the food was spectacular, and it was refreshing to meet people who are typically outside my social circle (lawyers, judges, actors, etc).  I felt comfortable amongst the friendly crowd.  But one of the nicest feelings was observing my mother in a different light, a role besides 'mother.'  There she was the bride's 'private nurse' (a bit of a joke, since they met at her work and became friends after that).  It was obvious that the entire family adored my mother - hugging, kissing her, making sure she was doing well.  This time, people were telling me how wonderful a person my mother is (usually it's people telling HER that she has a great DAUGHTER ;-)  And of course - I agreed.

Early on in the evening, my mother and I spoke with another guest who had flown in from Edmonton.  Her mother was in her 80s and lived in English Bay - to come by herself would have been overwhelming at her age, so she flew in from Alberta to escort her mother.  How very sweet.  My mother turned to me and asked jokingly, "I would hope you'd do the same for your dear mother."  Before answering "Absolutely!", I realized that I had already provided her an escort.  And I'd do it again without a hesitation.

10.13.2005  "What's That Crazy Woman Smiling About, and What Is She Listening To?"
Robin bought me an MP3 player for my birthday.  So now my morning commute is full of music.  My collection (from Brent) consists of 'music that's great for listening to while walking around'.  Needless to say, it's very eclectic: Queen, Robbie Williams, New Order, Blur, Whitney Houston, Snoop Dogg, etc.

And since music can trigger very vivid memories for me, I often find myself 'walking down memory lane' while I walk to Yaletown:
 

• Madonna singing "Survival": I remember driving to HMV on Robson (the 1st location) with Aly at midnight to buy advanced copies of "Bedtime Stories" (and we were still in university at the time!). 

• Mariah Carey and ODB doing "Fantasy (Remix)": I remember dancing at Celebrities, week after week for the majority of my late-20s'. 

• Robbie and Kylie singing about "Kids": reminds me of my first business trip to London, staying at a 5-star Hilton, and living the crazy life on my company's expense account. 

• Queen and David Bowie singing "Under Pressure" and Avril Lavigne belting out "I'm With You": they both remind me of the gang's many Karaoke Revolution experiences, contests and challenges. 

• Coldplay singing "Yellow": when I hear this, I remember watching the video while lying in bed with Trevor in Calgary (for the Gay Rodeo) and him telling me how British boys have 'big wangs.'

• And who can forget Snoop Dogg talking about "Summertime": B-Beats, summer heat, backyard BBQs, etc.

Needless to say, I'll be walking along and then suddenly I'll crack a huge smile (or even laugh out loud) as the playful memories come into view.  What's coming out of my headphones?  Highlights of the last 34 years....

10.11.2005  "Turkey-Time"
Well, my illness avoidance techniques didn't quite work out.  I'm not coughing or sneezing anymore, but I just feel wiped out.  Well, maybe my fatigue is just a result of my limited breathing capabilities (no oxygen = no energy).  I'm still ready for you, super-flu!

Anyway.  It was the Thanksgiving weekend.  One extra day off, and family visits.  It's funny.  This holiday was started by the pilgrims (I think - gosh, isn't that terrible?  I guess all that Grade 3 education is starting to fade away), and we're supposed to give our 'thanks' for everything that we have.

Well, what does Thanksgiving mean to me?  It means driving to my aunt's in North Vancouver and seeing the rest of my extended family.  We gorge ourselves on her magnificent turkey (Betty makes a good bird!) and the trimmings, and we also bring a variety of dishes that aren't on your typical, North American Thanksgiving menu: Mennonite sausages, sushi, etc.  We laugh and mock each other and play that ridiculous dice game that my aunt plays with the seniors at the hospital (but it always turns into a fierce competition to capture everyone else's quarters).

Pilgrims?  Giving thanks?  No, none of that.  Just lying on the couch with a bloated tummy while little Ella runs around exposing her belly-button and screaming, "Pony castle!" (in hopes of someone buying her the 'My Little Pony Castle' that she saw in a catalogue).  Of course I'm thankful for everything I have in my wonderful life.  There's just no need to say it out loud.  In the warm, happy house full of people, there's no need to state the obvious.

10.07.2005  "How To Beat a Cold"
What is that old saying?  "Starve a cold, feed a fever"?  Whatever.  Anyway - you know when the feeling first hits you, that "Uh-oh, I better watch out or I'm going to get sick."  Your partner is wandering around the house sniffling and coughing.  You start getting those e-mails at work: "Person X is sick and won't be in today."  Plus you're breathing all that recycled air full of cooties in the air-conditioned office.  Yep, it's inevitable.  You will get sick, you will catch that cold.

Well, I had all the symptoms earlier this week (scratchy throat, kind of a head-spinning feeling, body temperature fluctuations).  I started taking Advil Cold & Sinus - twice a day.  I increased my Oil of Oregano drops to once every day.  I bought throat lozenges and ingested cough syrup before bed to minimize the middle-of-the-night coughing fits.  I made sure I ate well.  I kept warm (even if I was already warm).  I cancelled my weekend evening plans and opted to go to work and then go straight home.  I got plenty of sleep each night (8 hours?).  And I kept up my morning yoga routine.

Fingers crossed.  I think I was able to fend of this cold.  It's been a couple of days and it never got full-blown, and I feel better.  I want to keep my immune system strong for when that super-flu virus pandemic thing hits.  I'll be ready.

10.05.2005  "I Want To Be An Old, Chinese Woman"
I see them on the skytrain, getting off at the Main Street station.  Or when I rode my bike into work in the summer, I saw them at Central Park or just strolling through East Vancouver.  These elderly, Asian women all share a similar look (satin, embroidered jackets; hats; sweater-vests; sensible shoes) and a similar shuffle and gait.  They often hang out in groups of 3, or sometimes they are accompanied by an old, Chinese male partner and/or grandchildren.  Sometimes they are carrying shopping bags.  Sometimes they are peacefully doing Tai Chi in the park.

When I see them, my work day is just about to begin.  Their day of errands and/or leisure is just beginning as well.  But they're in no real rush to get to a particular destination.  Just another 35 years and I'll be there too....

10.03.2005  "Sunday Blahs"
Sunday I had one of those 'off-days', something that I haven't had in awhile.  I used to get them in school quite frequently.  You know that feeling: the weekend was not long enough, you're not ready for the Monday routine yet, there are so many things you wanted to do but didn't have time, etc.  Anyway, when I get like that, I realize that I don't want to talk to anyone.  If I was living on my own I could have just hid under a blanket on the couch, cracked open a bag of potato chips and channel-surfed while ignoring my phone.

But I can't do that anymore.  The more quiet I get, the more my partner thinks that I'm angry at him.  And that is not the case.  However, I get agitated with just regular conversation which is not a very pleasant thing.  How do you tell someone who shares your space that you aren't in the mood for talking and "Please don't speak to me" without making them feel a little hurt or unwanted?  Not really possible.

Wouldn't it be nice to be like Data from Star Trek?  I could just turn myself 'Off' for an hour or so.  I'd be in the corner, stationary and unblinking, while my internal systems recharged and rejuvenated.  I could hook up a potato chip IV beforehand, and away we go.  No one is offended, and I get to stabilize and rest.  Sign me up!