Funny how the weather can dominate your mood. I always thought that I was just naturally an on-edge person. Turns out it's the weather. Really.
I come from a place where the wind blows. Constantly. Or almost constantly. It can blow for weeks on end. And with it, comes horizontal rain. Or sleet. Or snow. And it wil make you kind of edgy.
Now I live in a place which doesn't know what it means for the wind to blow. Where storms are declared when someone sneezes. And where the trees are wimps, as I have noted before. And it's affecting my mood.
At first, I didn't notice it. Then, I thought that it was just the change in my daily schedule. Plus the fact that I am now alone so much during the day, when I used to be constantly surrounded by people. I figured being a mid-level manager had just been so stressful. Managing people and all that.
But on the other hand, hardly meeting another person your whole working day for weeks and months on end should be taxing as well. Right? I should be climbing the walls by now. Out of loneliness. And why has that not happened? Why am I actually feeling the opposite? Albeit somewhat lonely, I am quite relaxed, bordering on easygoing. Maybe it helps to use instant messaging, e-mail and the phone a lot. But there is something more to it. What?
Well, "it's the weather, stupid". I just got off the phone with an array of people back home. Where the wind is blowing. Where they have been issuing real storm alerts. For weeks. And every, single person I spoke with has that edge now in their voice. The one I remember feeling. A lot. They all seem to be in a bad, some even miserable, mood.
Really. Horizontal precipitation wil do that to you.
Monday, March 8, 2004
And so I am fasting. For no particular reason. No religious urges. Nothing like that.
Nope. Just supporting my wife in her fast. Basically. And no, her fast doesn't have a higher purpose, either. She just wanted to try this one year. And we quickly discovered that we can't be eating different foods, so I decided to do this with her, if she did it again.
This is the third time we do this. And this time around, the last day of the fast will be on Good Friday. Interestingly.
Do you suppose we might become legitimate Christians by picking up the traditions and habits, one by one?
Nope. Just supporting my wife in her fast. Basically. And no, her fast doesn't have a higher purpose, either. She just wanted to try this one year. And we quickly discovered that we can't be eating different foods, so I decided to do this with her, if she did it again.
This is the third time we do this. And this time around, the last day of the fast will be on Good Friday. Interestingly.
Do you suppose we might become legitimate Christians by picking up the traditions and habits, one by one?
Sunday, March 7, 2004
How do I manage to muck up my back every, single, year? It's always around the same time as well. "Spring" means "back-aches" in my world. Oh, you do not have that problem? But how can that be? I was sure that it is some sort of a law of nature.
Actually, I know exactly what it is. This is the time when I have stopped my physical inactivity period, which goes from when I stop biking (or what ever I do during a particular summer) and until I am skiing quite a lot. Which happens to be in feb-march. Last year it got so bad that I had it MRI-ed. Turns out that the pillow-thing between two discs in my back may be beginning to deflate. Or shrink. Or whatever those pads do. So a nerve might be starting to get pinched between the two adjacent disks.
But there's an upside to all of this: After a few weeks of not-so-good pain in my back, it usually gets better again. All by itself. And by then it will be time to go biking again. Yippeeeeeeeee!
Until then, there's always ibufen.
Actually, I know exactly what it is. This is the time when I have stopped my physical inactivity period, which goes from when I stop biking (or what ever I do during a particular summer) and until I am skiing quite a lot. Which happens to be in feb-march. Last year it got so bad that I had it MRI-ed. Turns out that the pillow-thing between two discs in my back may be beginning to deflate. Or shrink. Or whatever those pads do. So a nerve might be starting to get pinched between the two adjacent disks.
But there's an upside to all of this: After a few weeks of not-so-good pain in my back, it usually gets better again. All by itself. And by then it will be time to go biking again. Yippeeeeeeeee!
Until then, there's always ibufen.
Wednesday, March 3, 2004
How infinitely lucky I am.
Being born into a relatively sane, stable family. Wanting for nothing, but not spoilt by wealth. Growing up in a peaceful, stable society. Getting a good education. Having the chance to work doing something I like. And am pretty good at.
Finding a woman who is not only intelligent, and good-natured, and strong, but who I love without bounds. And loves me back, unselfishly and totally. Then, being blessed with a healthy, normal daughter, whose radiance makes all other lights look dull. And finally, being surrounded by the best collection of people that you could wish for. Friends who will stimulate and challenge me when I am being complacent, celebrate my victories with me, shield and support me when I am under fire, and share with me their precious time without hesitation.
Maybe luck has nothing to do with it. Well, be it caused by luck or a blessing, it's enough to demand respect and humility for having enjoyed. Thank you, sweet world.
Yes. Thanksgiving is running early this year.
Being born into a relatively sane, stable family. Wanting for nothing, but not spoilt by wealth. Growing up in a peaceful, stable society. Getting a good education. Having the chance to work doing something I like. And am pretty good at.
Finding a woman who is not only intelligent, and good-natured, and strong, but who I love without bounds. And loves me back, unselfishly and totally. Then, being blessed with a healthy, normal daughter, whose radiance makes all other lights look dull. And finally, being surrounded by the best collection of people that you could wish for. Friends who will stimulate and challenge me when I am being complacent, celebrate my victories with me, shield and support me when I am under fire, and share with me their precious time without hesitation.
Maybe luck has nothing to do with it. Well, be it caused by luck or a blessing, it's enough to demand respect and humility for having enjoyed. Thank you, sweet world.
Yes. Thanksgiving is running early this year.
Monday, March 1, 2004
Saturday, February 28, 2004
Haven't you heard the news? The terrorists have just declared victory.
Their leader just came on national TV (the definitive forum) and declared that they have won. It was yet another of those previously taped audio-only statements, in which the terrorist in question points out that their objective was to scare the American people out of their wits. And that they have succeeded.
Admittedly, first after their attack on New York and Washington, it seemed to have the opposite effect. The nation was deeply saddened, but at the same time united, and determined not to succumb to the demands of the terrorists that it change its society and live their life in fear.
And the whole World joined with America. In solidarity. In the week after the attack, I wandered into Sacré Coeur, in Paris. Outside, the sun was blazing, so it took my eyes a while to get used to the darknes in there. Then, I realized that the church was completely full. Of people. Praying. I mean laying on their knees. Crying. Quietly pleading with their God. This was on a weekday afternoon. What was the occasion? I peered at a sign by the door. It said, roughly: "Come and pray with us for the victims in Washington and New York and their families."
Back to the chief terrorist. He said that although it looked like their plan had backfired, things soon started to go their way. You see, Americans may have wowed not to cave in. But instead of healing, quietly fixing the security flaws that made the attacks so easy, and getting on with life in the 'Greatest Country', this nation went the completely opposite way.
Mass hysteria, racism, censorship, siege mentality, eradication of personal privacy, and latent fear in every-day life. These are among the most prominent fruits of the terrorists labor. And they couldn't have been happier about it.
But the leaders of this country went one step further in their unwitting efforts to help the terrorists reach their goal of breaking the free spirit of Americans: They decided to invade another country. To wage a full-scale war against a nation that had shown no aggression against the USA. What. So. Ever. Of course, that is not what they said they were doing. No. They maintained, in a surreal, cartoonish manner, that they were attacking this country, of 23 million people, in order to get one man. And his two sons. They even offered to call off the war if he went away quietly. Presumably with the sons. This gargantuan fiasco did not only claim the lives of thousands of people - none of them the main target of the war, although the two sons were killed - but it flushed down the toilet the credibility of the Americans as 'the good guys' and the solidarity of the rest of the World with their cause.
So here we have this 250 million strong nation. An elephant. Scared of a deranged pack of mice. Acting as if it is actually at a full-scale war with these sick pools of madmen. As if what happened was not a single, despicable act of bringing down specific buildings in two cities and killing the thousands of innocent people working there. No, the level of trauma that this nation sustains, has maintained and cultivated, suggests that the whole country is under fire. That thousands of bombs are raining down on its cities. No wait, that is in a different country. What would the mentality be like if this country was really under fire? What if here, like in many countries today, thousands of people were being killed in a real war? Not just once, but every month? Or every week? Is this overwhelming angst of hundreds of millions of people really appropriate response to the acts of terrorism that have been committed in this country? Or is it, like the lead terrorist maintains, just a sign that they have won? That we have, in reality, lost?
Just to top it off, the administration plunged the country into its biggest-ever fiscal deficit and cemented into the nation's consciouness the notion that it should be afraid, and stay afraid. It should pour money into weapons and armies. It should be on 'constant alert' against the danger of 'evildoers'. In fact, everything is in 'danger' nowadays. The Leader of the Free World spoke of 'dangers' eleven times in this one speech he gave the other day. Eleven times.
Even the 'sanctity of marriage' is in danger. And has to be 'defended'. From what? From people that want to get married, of course. "What?", you say. Well, it is obvious, really. Marriage is popular. Has been going on for a long time. It has actually become so popular, that the wrong sort of people now wants to marry as well. I mean, we can't let just anybody get married, can we? Of course not. Just because two people who love each other and want to stay together for the rest of their lives would like to get married, doesn't mean that 'we' should 'let them'. Not if they are not the right sort of people. We may not be systematically killing them for being different, or even putting them in jail for that anymore, but they sure as hell shouldn't be treated the same as the rest of us. They are the danger, too. Will probably be branded terrorists, before long.
And we should be concerned. No. Even better, we should be afraid. And have someone defend us from the danger. So that we can feel 'safe'.
As if.
I bet the bastard was smiling when he made that tape.
Their leader just came on national TV (the definitive forum) and declared that they have won. It was yet another of those previously taped audio-only statements, in which the terrorist in question points out that their objective was to scare the American people out of their wits. And that they have succeeded.
Admittedly, first after their attack on New York and Washington, it seemed to have the opposite effect. The nation was deeply saddened, but at the same time united, and determined not to succumb to the demands of the terrorists that it change its society and live their life in fear.
And the whole World joined with America. In solidarity. In the week after the attack, I wandered into Sacré Coeur, in Paris. Outside, the sun was blazing, so it took my eyes a while to get used to the darknes in there. Then, I realized that the church was completely full. Of people. Praying. I mean laying on their knees. Crying. Quietly pleading with their God. This was on a weekday afternoon. What was the occasion? I peered at a sign by the door. It said, roughly: "Come and pray with us for the victims in Washington and New York and their families."
Back to the chief terrorist. He said that although it looked like their plan had backfired, things soon started to go their way. You see, Americans may have wowed not to cave in. But instead of healing, quietly fixing the security flaws that made the attacks so easy, and getting on with life in the 'Greatest Country', this nation went the completely opposite way.
Mass hysteria, racism, censorship, siege mentality, eradication of personal privacy, and latent fear in every-day life. These are among the most prominent fruits of the terrorists labor. And they couldn't have been happier about it.
But the leaders of this country went one step further in their unwitting efforts to help the terrorists reach their goal of breaking the free spirit of Americans: They decided to invade another country. To wage a full-scale war against a nation that had shown no aggression against the USA. What. So. Ever. Of course, that is not what they said they were doing. No. They maintained, in a surreal, cartoonish manner, that they were attacking this country, of 23 million people, in order to get one man. And his two sons. They even offered to call off the war if he went away quietly. Presumably with the sons. This gargantuan fiasco did not only claim the lives of thousands of people - none of them the main target of the war, although the two sons were killed - but it flushed down the toilet the credibility of the Americans as 'the good guys' and the solidarity of the rest of the World with their cause.
So here we have this 250 million strong nation. An elephant. Scared of a deranged pack of mice. Acting as if it is actually at a full-scale war with these sick pools of madmen. As if what happened was not a single, despicable act of bringing down specific buildings in two cities and killing the thousands of innocent people working there. No, the level of trauma that this nation sustains, has maintained and cultivated, suggests that the whole country is under fire. That thousands of bombs are raining down on its cities. No wait, that is in a different country. What would the mentality be like if this country was really under fire? What if here, like in many countries today, thousands of people were being killed in a real war? Not just once, but every month? Or every week? Is this overwhelming angst of hundreds of millions of people really appropriate response to the acts of terrorism that have been committed in this country? Or is it, like the lead terrorist maintains, just a sign that they have won? That we have, in reality, lost?
Just to top it off, the administration plunged the country into its biggest-ever fiscal deficit and cemented into the nation's consciouness the notion that it should be afraid, and stay afraid. It should pour money into weapons and armies. It should be on 'constant alert' against the danger of 'evildoers'. In fact, everything is in 'danger' nowadays. The Leader of the Free World spoke of 'dangers' eleven times in this one speech he gave the other day. Eleven times.
Even the 'sanctity of marriage' is in danger. And has to be 'defended'. From what? From people that want to get married, of course. "What?", you say. Well, it is obvious, really. Marriage is popular. Has been going on for a long time. It has actually become so popular, that the wrong sort of people now wants to marry as well. I mean, we can't let just anybody get married, can we? Of course not. Just because two people who love each other and want to stay together for the rest of their lives would like to get married, doesn't mean that 'we' should 'let them'. Not if they are not the right sort of people. We may not be systematically killing them for being different, or even putting them in jail for that anymore, but they sure as hell shouldn't be treated the same as the rest of us. They are the danger, too. Will probably be branded terrorists, before long.
And we should be concerned. No. Even better, we should be afraid. And have someone defend us from the danger. So that we can feel 'safe'.
As if.
I bet the bastard was smiling when he made that tape.
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