“I love tunnels. They 're the symbol of hope: sometime it will be bright again.
If by chance it is not night.”
Paul Mercier, Night Train To Lisbon
Hey guys,
I was in a foul mood today due to the U.S. Supreme Court's ruling stating corporations' religious rights are apparently more important than women's health, but fortunately, the news we might get our #sixseasonsandamovie after all (apologies Elise, I know you hate hash-tags) somewhat brightened my day. It's odd how a simple TV show can actually cheer me up, but then again, my imagination has pulled me through difficult situations more than once. Case in point--Once Upon A Time's season three-finale, which I just finished watching (and it was pretty brilliant). I also just made it through Paul Mercier's Night Train To Lisbon, and if you like the works of Carlos Ruiz Zafon, i'd recommend it. I don't have much time for reading these days, but I'm glad I'm able to make some.
Speaking of television, my flatmate (and next-door neighbour, I have seven flatmates in total) started watching Friday Night Lights and he's become obsessed with it, literally watching 10 episodes/day (he's a student, so he has a lot of time on his hands right now). He wants to talk about it constantly, which is kind of annoying, but at the same time, it means I'm working with Explosions in the Sky in the background, so that's pretty nice.
As a sports fan (and journo) I have to reflect on the NBA and NHL draft for a second (I'll make it brief). I'm a Celtics and Sabres fan, and as they both s*ck bigtime, it translated to high draft picks and potentially franchise-altering talent. I like Marcus Smart and I liked him at six, but with Noah Vonleh on the board and the Celtics already fielding a guard who can't shoot and in need of an athletic big who can score, I was kind of upset they didn't go that way. I do love the James Young pickup, however, and even though Rodney Hood probably would have qualified as more of an impact player, I think Young has better long-term potential. At 17, that's good value.
We all knew Buffalo was getting Sam Reinhart. He's smart, has great vision and a high hockey IQ. Safe pick, and the franchise is in need of offensive talent anyway. So yeah, liked that selection.
I'm working 4-12 shifts almost every day right now (July is a lot less busy), so apart from having a fairly nocturnal lifestyle, I usually start prepping for work right about when my neighbours' kids come home. They're great, but as my neighbour is currently in rehab, her sister is having a rough time dealing with the both of them and her everyday life simultaneously. They also eat Fruit Loops for breakfast, so they're crazy active for about two hours before they crash back down to Earth.
Anyway, I've been spending quite some time with those two little brats the past week, when they get back from school. My building is very Caribbean and so are my neighbours, and while they speak perfect English, they revert back to Creole as soon as they get home. Thankfully I picked up a word or two during my time in Tobago, and I'm a fast learner. It's just really rewarding to help out any way I can, and really, Suzy and Laura are pretty awesome. I come from a big family (which underwent a LOT of changes, as strange as that may sound) and because of it, I really never had a chance to watch my younger syblings grow up. There was just always something to be done around the house and I wanted nothing more than to find my corner of privacy amongst all the shouting.
As soon as I finished high school, I made a dash for France and a lifestyle as a surf coach. Six year down the road, the relationships with my siblings have changed. I love all of them dearly, but I often feel like I let them down in a way. Particularly my little brother, who looked up to me as if I was some kind of hero, an example to live up to. He's 16 now, getting ever closer to becoming a man. I love him, and I'm proud of him :) I hope he knows this, but I think he does. And if he doesn't, I'll make sure I change that.
Of course, I also have one younger sister I haven't spoken to in years. It's a sad story, really (and one I will not share in this entry), but for various reasons, she broke with our side of the family. The decision wasn't hers at first (she was too young)), but after years of waiting for a sign of life, you start to wonder whether she's even aware she has siblings, and a mother who cares for her deeply. I like to believe nothing is permanent, and people will find each other again. But after such a long time, you start to think maybe you're just living a fantasy, clinging onto memories that are no more than just that--memories.
Boy, this is getting dreary.
I miss the ocean. Like, a ton. I can't believe it's been 10 months since I've last entered the water, and it's killing me. During my work breaks I find myself fleeing to Marinelayerproductions and the likes, and I've actually re-watched Dane Reynolds' First Chapter and Sterling Spencer's Surf Madness in the past few days. Surf porn is awesome (Fergal Smith's Growing series brightens my day everytime I flick it on (his quiver-episode is the best)), but it's poison when you're land-locked.
It's just really frustrating to know so many of my friends are currently in France or Spain, living the life I left behind. London isn't all that great, and you start to wonder whether perhaps you belong down there, with those guys. Last season was a disaster, and things got pretty dark, but really, my surfing friends did everything possible to make me feel better, and for all of the bad times, there were a ton of laughs and great evenings as well. Most of all, there were a lot of great sessions shared with great friends. And yeah, I do miss that. Waking up at first light after a long night of partying for a morning session, diving into the surf 30 minutes before sunset to steal a few last waves with like-minded individuals--so many people will never understand how beautiful it can be. In many ways, I grew up on the beach. The summer seasons made me who I am, for better or worse. And as much as I blame surfing for some of the absolute worst things that have happened to me (because we all need a scapegoat), I formed some of my best memories on the coasts of the Basque Country.
Elise is currently in Belgium with Conrad, her boyfriend, and reading his status-updates is absolutely hilarious. It's odd to think a country like Belgium can surprise an Englishman in many ways, but apparently it can (though, tbf, I had no idea you could in fact get fresh strawberries from a vending machine in Nieuwenrode). Conrad, if you read this--I hope you truly enjoy your time there, and I sincerely hope you're not too shocked at some of the customs (most notably the man-on-man kissing, though Elise's family is more Dutch than Belgian, so I reckon you're good).
Okay, that'll have to do for now. Like I said, my work schedule is getting a bit lighter so I'll (hopefully) have more to write about in the next few entries. Glancing over my notes I should have a good one coming up (the U.S. Supreme Court and Community decides otherwise today), but I don't like making promises I might not be able to keep.
Let's all hope Belgium kicks some American ass tomorrow (today, actually, it's nearly 3 a.m. BST).
Take care everyone.
Song of the Day: This one of for one of my favourite surfing buddies.
The Postal Service - We Will Become Silhouettes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCIx6HUpVs0
Added Bonus: Some Japandroids https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3KtKAySDBs
maandag 30 juni 2014
dinsdag 24 juni 2014
On We Need Girlfriends and Passing Time
"And the rain won't make any difference?
-No."
-Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms
Hey guys.
As I stated last time around, this blog isn't really going anywhere at this point. I'm not finding the time to write, but even worse, my words elude me. I'm having a hard time just sitting down and writing, and when I go through my notes, I can't seem to find anything useful. That's not to say nothing happens to me--although, in fairness, little does. Life sort of drags along, and I'm sure the World Cup has something to do with that. Then again, maybe I'm looking for cheap excuses.
In fact, I think I am. Over the past few months I've been having this same recurring thought, and I can't seem to shake it. Perhaps I should--I should just act on it. But I can't, and I don't want to. I know it sounds ridiculously sad and almost pathetic, but right now, I'm not living. I'm surviving. I work, I go to the shop to buy food and drinks, I work out and I'll read or watch TV to relax. That's basically what my life looks like right now, and it's so incredibly sad. I know it's temporary--it is. The World Cup has transformed me into a nocturnal creature, effectively destroying what was left of my social life, but it'll pass.
I'm currently talking to the company I work for and the people I work with regarding the future. I've been getting a lot of feedback in the past few weeks, from both my editors and the powers that be. Everyone seems very excited about my contributions, and I really like my job. I realise I'm just producing sports news--It's not rocket science or the next great novel. It's not important, but it's what I do. And I'm more than okay with that. As far as job satisfaction goes, it's on par with being a surf instructor and lightyears beyond the other menial jobs I once had.
But at the same time, I realise it's just a job. It doesn't define who I am, and if push comes to shove, I will never choose my job over my own happiness. I truly hope it won't come to that, because it took me a long time to find a form of employment I'd feel comfortable with doing for the foreseeable future. And I'm good at it. I may just be a sportswriter, or a breaking news writer, but I'm a good writer. I know it's usually not reflected in the quality of this blog, but then again, I prefer to have a glass of wine (or scotch) sitting next to me when I write this steaming pile of garbage.
Soit. As much as I'd like to go all emo-Gianni on you folks, it's not what you'd want to read at this given time and I haven't written you in ages (for yes indeed, I'm still writing you and not just treating this blog as my personal diary. That is one piece of writing you'd rather not encounter). So, let's dive into what life has looked like in the past week.
Yes, I'm am angry at what happened with my beloved Azzurri today. They didn't deserve qualification for the round of 16, but neither did Uruguay. Not after everything that went down today. You've read all about it already (or you will), so I won't go any deeper into this. For once, it now seems Belgium will be the team I'm rooting for during the knockout stages, and the USA would be another favoured team should they qualify (that last-minute goal was seriously painful). Sports are awesome, people, and this World Cup has delivered.
A friend of mine was looking for a new TV show to binge-watch a couple of days ago, so naturally she reached out to me. I ranked some of the usual suspects and a couple of the shows I'm currently watching, and she was particularly intrigued by Community (duh), Suits (they wear suits and the soundtrack is SO good) and Once Upon A Time (who doesn't like fairy tales?). But then I suggested We Need Girlfriends.
Now, WNG has a special place in my heart. It's a very low-budget, simple Youtube series that only ran for one season, and you can go through all of the 10 episodes in less than one hour. It's your basic amateur film-maker project, but when I was 17 or 18 years old, I loved it. And I still can't figure out why. It was so low-budget and so bad, and yet it was awesome. I remember the disappointement I felt when the series finally was pushed back by a month because they couldn't get the budget working, and I still have my two T-shirts (Team Henry and Squirrel, the most unexpected birthday presents I ever received). It's truly awesome and well worth a watch. It grows on you, as the first few episodes are weird, kind of dull and ridiculously short (the first episode is like four minutes long). Once you get to the Myspace episode (yes, it's that old) or Rod vs Henry, it gets so, so awesome. In fact, here's the trailer. And here's the epic trailer for the second part of the series. And just for fun: Romance Advice With Rod (I am such a fanboy).
Because WNG is just a webseries and none of the actors actually ever made it (except for Patrick Cohen, who plays Tom and had a cameo as a waiter somewhere but I can't quite remember, I think it was Flight of the Conchords), these guys are just out there these days. I loved Seth Kirchner (Team Henry) but he's not on Twitter as far as I know, though for some reason I added Brandon Bass (Rod) and Steven Tsapelas (creator) when I first got into the whole social media thing. Now, Steven Tsapelas actually started following me when he saw I recommended his show to someone, and we started talking. Turns out he lost his Team Henry shirt a while back (though he still owns a Team Rod shirt), so it's actually quite possible (and fairly likely, as no one really gives a sh*t) I am the only person on this planet with a Team Henry shirt. Which is awesome. Yes, I am telling you this because it was the highlight of my week. To put it in Better Off Ted terms: Deal with it.
My God, I truly am a nerd.
I could write essays about Once Upon A Time, something I started watching because I made a deal with someone (and I'm 99% certain she didn't hold up her end). I'm not going to go into what season was best (or worst) and how cool it is they decided to push their show into my favourite fairy tale (I'll always have a weak spot for J.M. Barrie), but one of my favourite things to do when watching is picking up on all the LOST references. You see, this show is made by the creators of that work of art, and they brought most of their crew (and some of the cast) with them. From MacCutcheon Whisky over Ajira air to Apollo candybars, the Exposé TV show and even Hurley, it's just filled with so much goodness for people like me, who grew up looking forward to the next LOST episode, something me and my friends would talk about for hours in school.
Half of this blog is about TV. This is bad.
Anyway, they're making Hector And The Search For Happiness into a film and it has Simon Pegg, so that's something to look forward to. The group stages for the World Cup are nearly over and my work schedule for July is a bit lighter, so I'll hopefully have a bit more time to actually live. One of the few friends I have in this place will be in Belgium the coming days, so if you'd like to send me something, you could always try to get in touch with Elise (I'm sure she'll appreciate me putting this out there). Don't bother getting me some Pepper and Salt chips--she's already taking care of that. Elise, should you forget, you'd be in deep trouble. Just so you know.
Before I go, I'd once again like to ask the people planning on coming to London to share your plans with me. Work-wise it'd be convenient, but I should also really start planning my summer. So please, if you read this, let me know. Honestly, don't hesitate to reach out either way. It seems like all I do is work these days--it'd be nice to know how you guys are actually doing. If you're studying, ignore what I just said. In fact, close this sh*te right now and return to your books immediately. Remember, if you don't you could end up like me.
Take care everyone. I miss you all dearly.
Song of the Day: TOPS - Evening
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPogFKSrYg8
-No."
-Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms
Hey guys.
As I stated last time around, this blog isn't really going anywhere at this point. I'm not finding the time to write, but even worse, my words elude me. I'm having a hard time just sitting down and writing, and when I go through my notes, I can't seem to find anything useful. That's not to say nothing happens to me--although, in fairness, little does. Life sort of drags along, and I'm sure the World Cup has something to do with that. Then again, maybe I'm looking for cheap excuses.
In fact, I think I am. Over the past few months I've been having this same recurring thought, and I can't seem to shake it. Perhaps I should--I should just act on it. But I can't, and I don't want to. I know it sounds ridiculously sad and almost pathetic, but right now, I'm not living. I'm surviving. I work, I go to the shop to buy food and drinks, I work out and I'll read or watch TV to relax. That's basically what my life looks like right now, and it's so incredibly sad. I know it's temporary--it is. The World Cup has transformed me into a nocturnal creature, effectively destroying what was left of my social life, but it'll pass.
I'm currently talking to the company I work for and the people I work with regarding the future. I've been getting a lot of feedback in the past few weeks, from both my editors and the powers that be. Everyone seems very excited about my contributions, and I really like my job. I realise I'm just producing sports news--It's not rocket science or the next great novel. It's not important, but it's what I do. And I'm more than okay with that. As far as job satisfaction goes, it's on par with being a surf instructor and lightyears beyond the other menial jobs I once had.
But at the same time, I realise it's just a job. It doesn't define who I am, and if push comes to shove, I will never choose my job over my own happiness. I truly hope it won't come to that, because it took me a long time to find a form of employment I'd feel comfortable with doing for the foreseeable future. And I'm good at it. I may just be a sportswriter, or a breaking news writer, but I'm a good writer. I know it's usually not reflected in the quality of this blog, but then again, I prefer to have a glass of wine (or scotch) sitting next to me when I write this steaming pile of garbage.
Soit. As much as I'd like to go all emo-Gianni on you folks, it's not what you'd want to read at this given time and I haven't written you in ages (for yes indeed, I'm still writing you and not just treating this blog as my personal diary. That is one piece of writing you'd rather not encounter). So, let's dive into what life has looked like in the past week.
Yes, I'm am angry at what happened with my beloved Azzurri today. They didn't deserve qualification for the round of 16, but neither did Uruguay. Not after everything that went down today. You've read all about it already (or you will), so I won't go any deeper into this. For once, it now seems Belgium will be the team I'm rooting for during the knockout stages, and the USA would be another favoured team should they qualify (that last-minute goal was seriously painful). Sports are awesome, people, and this World Cup has delivered.
A friend of mine was looking for a new TV show to binge-watch a couple of days ago, so naturally she reached out to me. I ranked some of the usual suspects and a couple of the shows I'm currently watching, and she was particularly intrigued by Community (duh), Suits (they wear suits and the soundtrack is SO good) and Once Upon A Time (who doesn't like fairy tales?). But then I suggested We Need Girlfriends.
Now, WNG has a special place in my heart. It's a very low-budget, simple Youtube series that only ran for one season, and you can go through all of the 10 episodes in less than one hour. It's your basic amateur film-maker project, but when I was 17 or 18 years old, I loved it. And I still can't figure out why. It was so low-budget and so bad, and yet it was awesome. I remember the disappointement I felt when the series finally was pushed back by a month because they couldn't get the budget working, and I still have my two T-shirts (Team Henry and Squirrel, the most unexpected birthday presents I ever received). It's truly awesome and well worth a watch. It grows on you, as the first few episodes are weird, kind of dull and ridiculously short (the first episode is like four minutes long). Once you get to the Myspace episode (yes, it's that old) or Rod vs Henry, it gets so, so awesome. In fact, here's the trailer. And here's the epic trailer for the second part of the series. And just for fun: Romance Advice With Rod (I am such a fanboy).
Because WNG is just a webseries and none of the actors actually ever made it (except for Patrick Cohen, who plays Tom and had a cameo as a waiter somewhere but I can't quite remember, I think it was Flight of the Conchords), these guys are just out there these days. I loved Seth Kirchner (Team Henry) but he's not on Twitter as far as I know, though for some reason I added Brandon Bass (Rod) and Steven Tsapelas (creator) when I first got into the whole social media thing. Now, Steven Tsapelas actually started following me when he saw I recommended his show to someone, and we started talking. Turns out he lost his Team Henry shirt a while back (though he still owns a Team Rod shirt), so it's actually quite possible (and fairly likely, as no one really gives a sh*t) I am the only person on this planet with a Team Henry shirt. Which is awesome. Yes, I am telling you this because it was the highlight of my week. To put it in Better Off Ted terms: Deal with it.
My God, I truly am a nerd.
I could write essays about Once Upon A Time, something I started watching because I made a deal with someone (and I'm 99% certain she didn't hold up her end). I'm not going to go into what season was best (or worst) and how cool it is they decided to push their show into my favourite fairy tale (I'll always have a weak spot for J.M. Barrie), but one of my favourite things to do when watching is picking up on all the LOST references. You see, this show is made by the creators of that work of art, and they brought most of their crew (and some of the cast) with them. From MacCutcheon Whisky over Ajira air to Apollo candybars, the Exposé TV show and even Hurley, it's just filled with so much goodness for people like me, who grew up looking forward to the next LOST episode, something me and my friends would talk about for hours in school.
Half of this blog is about TV. This is bad.
Anyway, they're making Hector And The Search For Happiness into a film and it has Simon Pegg, so that's something to look forward to. The group stages for the World Cup are nearly over and my work schedule for July is a bit lighter, so I'll hopefully have a bit more time to actually live. One of the few friends I have in this place will be in Belgium the coming days, so if you'd like to send me something, you could always try to get in touch with Elise (I'm sure she'll appreciate me putting this out there). Don't bother getting me some Pepper and Salt chips--she's already taking care of that. Elise, should you forget, you'd be in deep trouble. Just so you know.
Before I go, I'd once again like to ask the people planning on coming to London to share your plans with me. Work-wise it'd be convenient, but I should also really start planning my summer. So please, if you read this, let me know. Honestly, don't hesitate to reach out either way. It seems like all I do is work these days--it'd be nice to know how you guys are actually doing. If you're studying, ignore what I just said. In fact, close this sh*te right now and return to your books immediately. Remember, if you don't you could end up like me.
Take care everyone. I miss you all dearly.
Song of the Day: TOPS - Evening
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPogFKSrYg8
maandag 16 juni 2014
On Father's Day and Nightmares
[A writer] must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid
-William Faulkner
Happy belated Father's Day, everyone. I'd like to think I've learned many things during my time in London, and one of those things is that the rest of the world apparently celebrates Father's Day on the third Sunday of June, whereas the Belgians celebrate one week earlier. So I may or may not have kept my father waiting a full week for his wishes. I'm sorry dad. I'm glad we got to make it up with a Skype session, despite my insane work schedule. I love my dad, and not having the opportunity to sit with him and share a cup of coffee is one of the things I miss most here in The Big Smoke.
Some good news -- our neighbour checked into rehab. Her sister is currently taking care of the kids, and she's a really nice person (her name is Shirley and I talk to her every day). The kids don't seem to miss their mother all that much, which perhaps is a little sad, but it's good to know she's at least trying to get her life in order.
Now, I have to be completely honest with you. These last few days have been rough. Work has been very busy, as you might have imagined, and there have been times where I was just physically spent. Outside of my working hours there's just so much time spent on watching the World Cup, helping colleagues with their pieces and so much more. But really, work hasn't been the issue. For some reason, I'm just not feeling well, ill at ease. Something is wrong, and I can't seem to figure out what it is. I don't often get cranky, but there have been times I wanted to strangle a little kid for screaming too much in the past days. Little things like that, and I don't know why.
I've been having a lot of nightmares lately. It started a few weeks after I came to London, and for a while, it seemed to be getting better. I don't really remember ever having nightmares growing up, just the occasional bad dream. A month or so ago I thought I was starting to get over it, but they returned a week or two ago and haven't stopped ever since. And not just bad dreams--full on nightmares, and waking up sweating and screaming after just a few hours of sleep. Once or twice a week at first, but now it's every single night, and it doesn't stop. I'm almost scared to go to bed. I'll wake up and remember everything vividly for a few hours, before the memories finally start to fade. By the time I sit down to write about them, it's all gone. I've hastily made a couple of notes, but they don't make any sense. It only adds to the short nights I'm already facing (a by-product of working night shifts is that daylight tends to wake you up earlier than you'd want), and maybe that's why I feel like I'm struggling right now, losing my grip on things.
I set out to write a nice little piece today, just to let you all know how I was doing, and I wanted to have a look forward to tomorrow's slate of fixtures in the World Cup, which will see the Belgian Red Devils return to the grand stage for the first time since 2002. I'm sure people are excited back at home, but I just don't feel like writing about it. In fact, I don't feel like writing at all. Perhaps that's a lie--I want to write, I want to share, but somehow the words won't come out. Which must come as quite the surprise to the people who know me well.
I'm sorry, I really am. You all took the time to click this link and see how I was doing, and as a reward, all you got was this. I wish I could promise you I'd get my thoughts in order and have another go at it soon, but with the World Cup schedule as it is, it's highly unlikely.
So here's a tiny hamster eating a tiny burrito (h/t to John Oliver): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOCtdw9FG-s
Song of the Day: The Ink Spots - If I Didn't Care
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UC_VzbtRGr0
-William Faulkner
Happy belated Father's Day, everyone. I'd like to think I've learned many things during my time in London, and one of those things is that the rest of the world apparently celebrates Father's Day on the third Sunday of June, whereas the Belgians celebrate one week earlier. So I may or may not have kept my father waiting a full week for his wishes. I'm sorry dad. I'm glad we got to make it up with a Skype session, despite my insane work schedule. I love my dad, and not having the opportunity to sit with him and share a cup of coffee is one of the things I miss most here in The Big Smoke.
Some good news -- our neighbour checked into rehab. Her sister is currently taking care of the kids, and she's a really nice person (her name is Shirley and I talk to her every day). The kids don't seem to miss their mother all that much, which perhaps is a little sad, but it's good to know she's at least trying to get her life in order.
Now, I have to be completely honest with you. These last few days have been rough. Work has been very busy, as you might have imagined, and there have been times where I was just physically spent. Outside of my working hours there's just so much time spent on watching the World Cup, helping colleagues with their pieces and so much more. But really, work hasn't been the issue. For some reason, I'm just not feeling well, ill at ease. Something is wrong, and I can't seem to figure out what it is. I don't often get cranky, but there have been times I wanted to strangle a little kid for screaming too much in the past days. Little things like that, and I don't know why.
I've been having a lot of nightmares lately. It started a few weeks after I came to London, and for a while, it seemed to be getting better. I don't really remember ever having nightmares growing up, just the occasional bad dream. A month or so ago I thought I was starting to get over it, but they returned a week or two ago and haven't stopped ever since. And not just bad dreams--full on nightmares, and waking up sweating and screaming after just a few hours of sleep. Once or twice a week at first, but now it's every single night, and it doesn't stop. I'm almost scared to go to bed. I'll wake up and remember everything vividly for a few hours, before the memories finally start to fade. By the time I sit down to write about them, it's all gone. I've hastily made a couple of notes, but they don't make any sense. It only adds to the short nights I'm already facing (a by-product of working night shifts is that daylight tends to wake you up earlier than you'd want), and maybe that's why I feel like I'm struggling right now, losing my grip on things.
I set out to write a nice little piece today, just to let you all know how I was doing, and I wanted to have a look forward to tomorrow's slate of fixtures in the World Cup, which will see the Belgian Red Devils return to the grand stage for the first time since 2002. I'm sure people are excited back at home, but I just don't feel like writing about it. In fact, I don't feel like writing at all. Perhaps that's a lie--I want to write, I want to share, but somehow the words won't come out. Which must come as quite the surprise to the people who know me well.
I'm sorry, I really am. You all took the time to click this link and see how I was doing, and as a reward, all you got was this. I wish I could promise you I'd get my thoughts in order and have another go at it soon, but with the World Cup schedule as it is, it's highly unlikely.
So here's a tiny hamster eating a tiny burrito (h/t to John Oliver): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOCtdw9FG-s
Song of the Day: The Ink Spots - If I Didn't Care
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UC_VzbtRGr0
woensdag 11 juni 2014
On Fighting and Grown Men Chasing Balls
“These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
-Robert Frost
Hey guys :)
This will be another short entry I'm afraid, as I just finished one of the few day-shifts I have this month. Most of the time I work nights, and I hardly feel like writing after one of those shifts--I just want to watch some TV and go to sleep. As I mentioned before, the schedule I'm working in June is heavy. Apart from the World Cup there's the US Open of Golf, Roland Garros, Wimbledon, the World Cup of Hockey, the F1 season, the 24 Hours of Le Mans, the Rugby Challenge Cup, the PDC World Darts Championships, the Belmont Stakes and so on... There's just an awful lot of sports going on.
It's been great, though, and not as demanding as I had initially feared. Don't get me wrong--it's tough. I just thought I'd be more mentally challenged and searching for words, as opposed to just being physically knackered. Maybe I'm growing as a writer, or maybe I'm just getting more used to the pace. Either way, it's a great experience.
You can sense the World Cup is right around the corner in the streets. Everyone's selling flags and face paint and all that crap, and people are buzzing with excitement. White City's multicultural status is very visible, with more foreign flags attached to cars than English ones. Algeria seems to be the preferred team around here, so I'll just keep my being Belgian to myself for now.
I've only just recovered from the flu, an illness that was brought into our appartment last week. Living in close quarters with eight people means it was inevitable for everyone to get ill at some point, and I too couldn't escape. It's all good though--after three days that weren't as bad as they could have been I was feeling all better.
Unfortunately I got into a bit of a fight on the first day after I had recovered. I have to specify: I broke up a fight, and people didn't appreciate that. Luckily the police were right around the corner, and I was free to go after a couple of questions.
What happened was this: An old lady (50-ish, five-foot-nothing) got vocally upset over the fact the woman standing in line in front of her appeared to have just one basket of groceries in the supermarket. When it was her turn, however, she invited over her husband who had two full carts of stuff, and I swear to God, it took them over 20 minutes to unload all of that crap. Now I couldn't be bothered, but had I known the situation woud play out like that, I'd have picked a different queue.
The lady felt the same way, and she wanted the couple to know. She told them several times and asked them to refrain from similar behaviour in the future, and the husband clearly didn't care for her message. I told the lady not to bother, as the guy clearly felt like he did nothing wrong and more words wouldn't achieve anything. She agreed, but went back at it 30 seconds later (I have to point out there were several more people standing in the same queue echoing my sentiments).
Out of nowhere, the husband suddenly hit her. Right in the face. This was an old lady I could have lifted with three fingers, and he smacked her right across the face. I have never been a fighter and I didn't feel like becoming one, but at this point I had to intervene. I'm not sure why I thought he would just comply if I held him back, but I did. Naturally, that's not what happened--he came at me. His wife didn't seem to mind her husband was beating an old lady, and I just lost it. I'm not going to go into detail over what happened next because I'm not particularly proud of it, and I am very happy other people intervened in a timely manner. This supermarket is stationed in a shopping centre so both security and the police arrived quickly, and once they came in the lights inside my head went back on.
Long story short, the dozens of people standing around agreed all I had done was protect an old lady, who came out of the entire ordeal relatively unscathed. The same goes for the guy, who if I may be so bold got lucky people actually intervened. Again, I feel bad over what happened and I'm not proud of it. But I will not stand for grown men hitting an old lady over a row in the supermarket. Not under any circumstances.
Thus concludes the tale of how I punched a guy in the supermarket. London is funny guys.
I've given surfboard advice to two different persons in the past 24 hours, so it must be summer again. I haven't actually seen the ocean since August of last year and realistically speaking I can no longer call myself a surfer, but people apparently haven't gotten the memo yet. I'm still hoping I might be able to find some time to travel down to France for a week and see some old friends again (my 5'6'' Broadsword being one of them), but it's unlikely. For some reason my mind has wandered to Dominic quite a bit in these last few days (when I wasn't working at least), and I'm just not sure how I'd cope with that once I get near the water. Maybe it would be a fitting way to honour my old friend. Maybe I'm making way too much of this.
By the way, I had to write about J-Lo again today. This confirms we've entered the period we refer to as the 'funny season,' unless Turner Media was bought out by TMZ. In which case I'll be handing in my letter of resignation on the spot.
I hope you're all doing great. I'm sorry if I haven't been very communicative since I got back from Belgium (I haven't Skyped with my dad in weeks) but things have just been insanely busy. Know that I still think of you constantly, and please don't hesitate to reach out. You might not get an answer instantly, but you'll get it sooner or later.
I wish you all a happy World Cup, and I hope to God everyone survived the Belgian supercell I've been reading about. It's been nothing but clear skies and t-shirt weather down here I'm afraid.
Good night y'all. Talk soon.
Song of the Day: Let's go for a change of tune and bring in an absolute classic featuring one of the best guitar riffs (and intros) ever written.
Carry on Wayward Son - Kansas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X_2IdybTV0
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
-Robert Frost
Hey guys :)
This will be another short entry I'm afraid, as I just finished one of the few day-shifts I have this month. Most of the time I work nights, and I hardly feel like writing after one of those shifts--I just want to watch some TV and go to sleep. As I mentioned before, the schedule I'm working in June is heavy. Apart from the World Cup there's the US Open of Golf, Roland Garros, Wimbledon, the World Cup of Hockey, the F1 season, the 24 Hours of Le Mans, the Rugby Challenge Cup, the PDC World Darts Championships, the Belmont Stakes and so on... There's just an awful lot of sports going on.
It's been great, though, and not as demanding as I had initially feared. Don't get me wrong--it's tough. I just thought I'd be more mentally challenged and searching for words, as opposed to just being physically knackered. Maybe I'm growing as a writer, or maybe I'm just getting more used to the pace. Either way, it's a great experience.
You can sense the World Cup is right around the corner in the streets. Everyone's selling flags and face paint and all that crap, and people are buzzing with excitement. White City's multicultural status is very visible, with more foreign flags attached to cars than English ones. Algeria seems to be the preferred team around here, so I'll just keep my being Belgian to myself for now.
I've only just recovered from the flu, an illness that was brought into our appartment last week. Living in close quarters with eight people means it was inevitable for everyone to get ill at some point, and I too couldn't escape. It's all good though--after three days that weren't as bad as they could have been I was feeling all better.
Unfortunately I got into a bit of a fight on the first day after I had recovered. I have to specify: I broke up a fight, and people didn't appreciate that. Luckily the police were right around the corner, and I was free to go after a couple of questions.
What happened was this: An old lady (50-ish, five-foot-nothing) got vocally upset over the fact the woman standing in line in front of her appeared to have just one basket of groceries in the supermarket. When it was her turn, however, she invited over her husband who had two full carts of stuff, and I swear to God, it took them over 20 minutes to unload all of that crap. Now I couldn't be bothered, but had I known the situation woud play out like that, I'd have picked a different queue.
The lady felt the same way, and she wanted the couple to know. She told them several times and asked them to refrain from similar behaviour in the future, and the husband clearly didn't care for her message. I told the lady not to bother, as the guy clearly felt like he did nothing wrong and more words wouldn't achieve anything. She agreed, but went back at it 30 seconds later (I have to point out there were several more people standing in the same queue echoing my sentiments).
Out of nowhere, the husband suddenly hit her. Right in the face. This was an old lady I could have lifted with three fingers, and he smacked her right across the face. I have never been a fighter and I didn't feel like becoming one, but at this point I had to intervene. I'm not sure why I thought he would just comply if I held him back, but I did. Naturally, that's not what happened--he came at me. His wife didn't seem to mind her husband was beating an old lady, and I just lost it. I'm not going to go into detail over what happened next because I'm not particularly proud of it, and I am very happy other people intervened in a timely manner. This supermarket is stationed in a shopping centre so both security and the police arrived quickly, and once they came in the lights inside my head went back on.
Long story short, the dozens of people standing around agreed all I had done was protect an old lady, who came out of the entire ordeal relatively unscathed. The same goes for the guy, who if I may be so bold got lucky people actually intervened. Again, I feel bad over what happened and I'm not proud of it. But I will not stand for grown men hitting an old lady over a row in the supermarket. Not under any circumstances.
Thus concludes the tale of how I punched a guy in the supermarket. London is funny guys.
I've given surfboard advice to two different persons in the past 24 hours, so it must be summer again. I haven't actually seen the ocean since August of last year and realistically speaking I can no longer call myself a surfer, but people apparently haven't gotten the memo yet. I'm still hoping I might be able to find some time to travel down to France for a week and see some old friends again (my 5'6'' Broadsword being one of them), but it's unlikely. For some reason my mind has wandered to Dominic quite a bit in these last few days (when I wasn't working at least), and I'm just not sure how I'd cope with that once I get near the water. Maybe it would be a fitting way to honour my old friend. Maybe I'm making way too much of this.
By the way, I had to write about J-Lo again today. This confirms we've entered the period we refer to as the 'funny season,' unless Turner Media was bought out by TMZ. In which case I'll be handing in my letter of resignation on the spot.
I hope you're all doing great. I'm sorry if I haven't been very communicative since I got back from Belgium (I haven't Skyped with my dad in weeks) but things have just been insanely busy. Know that I still think of you constantly, and please don't hesitate to reach out. You might not get an answer instantly, but you'll get it sooner or later.
I wish you all a happy World Cup, and I hope to God everyone survived the Belgian supercell I've been reading about. It's been nothing but clear skies and t-shirt weather down here I'm afraid.
Good night y'all. Talk soon.
Song of the Day: Let's go for a change of tune and bring in an absolute classic featuring one of the best guitar riffs (and intros) ever written.
Carry on Wayward Son - Kansas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X_2IdybTV0
maandag 2 juni 2014
On Kitchen Fires and Busy Schedules
“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.”
-Walt Whitman, Leaves Of Grass
May has come and gone, and summer is in the air. London in the summer is quite the sight. I've never experienced a city with so much room for trees and open spaces, and I'm glad they laid things out this way. I've always been partial to both culture and green spaces, and The Big Smoke combines those two beautifully. Perhaps not as great as San Sebastian does it, but that city is not a global hub. All in all, there's plenty to like about this place.
The World Cup is nearly upon is, and as I work for one of the world's leading sports websites, you can imagine this is a busy time for us. June is going to be insane, but I can't wait to get started. I don't have many friends in this place and little to look forward to outside of work, so it's good to know my hands will be full.
My fixation on having nothing but vegetables for lunch lasted about three days. Frankly I got hungy after a while, and when I saw a pack of 40 brownies for just two pounds I pounced. Living a healthy life is one thing, but life has to be fun. Not to sound gloomy, but we only have a short time on this rock-we might as well enjoy it. Right now I think I've found somewhat of a balance between sweets and veggies, and I think that's just fine.
I've always liked helping people, in one way or another. Helping others feels good, and it makes us feel better about ourselves. As much as we'd like to deny it, in the end we mainly help other people for our own selfish reasons, and that's fine.
Several aspiring writers have approached me in these last few months, because for some reason they think I can help set them on their way. I've been editing and streamlining the work of a couple of guys and girls looking to follow the path I took, and I have to say I truly enjoy it. One of them is just 16 years old, but he has a good pen and an eye for news. His level of English may not be up to standard yet, but he's 16-he has time on his side. The progress he's made in the last two months is incredible, and in a way, his drive and enthusiasm are inspiring. And I truly enjoy the thought I've played my part in that.
I've been in London for nearly four months now, and it's odd how quickly you adapt to certain things. There are already a number of things I know I'd greatly miss should I leave this place, things I've grown so accustomed to it'd be hard to let go. Actually, it might be fun to list a handful, so here it goes:
Public Transport
This is a big one. Before I moved to London I lived in a place called Niel, and I would in no way be offended if you'd never heard of it. It's a small, quaint place that has a number of things going for it, but it's pretty much the middle of nowhere (although we did officially win the title of Smartest Town In Flandres, so you can all suck it). Public transport is limited to two trains and two busses every hour, none at night and none during the weekend.
In London, we have the tube, night busses and cheap taxi's. As much as I enjoy driving, there's no reason to get a car in London. Public transportation is immaculate, and with night tubes promised in 2015, it'll only get better.
24/7 Supermarkets
Again, I lived in Niel. Good luck finding a shop that opens its doors on Sunday. I work plenty of late shifts, and the fact I can sign off at midnight, open the door and find a normal shop willing to sell me a bottle of wine and some microwave Mac and cheese on a Sunday is a blessing.
Evening Papers
This is truly genius. You get off the tube at six in the evening and some bloke hands you a free copy of The London Evening Standard. It's 100% free, and I'm not talking about De Zondag here-this is a quality paper. Forget about reading the paper while you take breakfast, I'm all for having my news in the evening.
Now, on the fire in our apartment. Basically what happened is my flatmate smoked way too much pot and decided to make fries. Obviously, it didn't end well, and when the flame first sparked he panicked and grabbed the first bottle he could find to try and extinguish it. Which happened to be a bottle of tequila.
I saw a lot of smoke, which happens quite often in our flat because my Polish flatmates have no idea how to cook, so I jokingly updated my Facebook status by proclaiming to the world there was a fire in our apartment. About two seconds later I realised there was an actual fire, grabbed a towel, ran to the kitchen, soaked the towel and put it out. Maybe it was the tequila or maybe I was just way too late, but the fire had spread all over the cooker in a hurry, so when I first put the towel over it my sleeve briefly caught fire. Don't worry, my arm is fine, although my sweater is ruined. Anyway, we put out the fire and everyone lived. I started feeling the effects of the smoke about 30 minutes later and so did my flatmate, but we went outside for a while and everything was fine. Obviously the cooker is ruined, but so is pretty much everything in this apartment. Hell, I haven't been able to do laundry in three weeks.
I'm sorry this entry is relatively short and quite menial, but I'm sort of in a bit of a funk. The past few days haven't been easy and my notes are completely unusable. I'm guessing the updates in these next few weeks might be similar, with the World Cup and all. I promise I'll put in a good one as soon as I have the time :) For now, let me leave you with the words of one Charlie Chaplin:
"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world-not even our troubles."
Song of the day: The Ink Spots - I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.”
-Walt Whitman, Leaves Of Grass
May has come and gone, and summer is in the air. London in the summer is quite the sight. I've never experienced a city with so much room for trees and open spaces, and I'm glad they laid things out this way. I've always been partial to both culture and green spaces, and The Big Smoke combines those two beautifully. Perhaps not as great as San Sebastian does it, but that city is not a global hub. All in all, there's plenty to like about this place.
The World Cup is nearly upon is, and as I work for one of the world's leading sports websites, you can imagine this is a busy time for us. June is going to be insane, but I can't wait to get started. I don't have many friends in this place and little to look forward to outside of work, so it's good to know my hands will be full.
My fixation on having nothing but vegetables for lunch lasted about three days. Frankly I got hungy after a while, and when I saw a pack of 40 brownies for just two pounds I pounced. Living a healthy life is one thing, but life has to be fun. Not to sound gloomy, but we only have a short time on this rock-we might as well enjoy it. Right now I think I've found somewhat of a balance between sweets and veggies, and I think that's just fine.
I've always liked helping people, in one way or another. Helping others feels good, and it makes us feel better about ourselves. As much as we'd like to deny it, in the end we mainly help other people for our own selfish reasons, and that's fine.
Several aspiring writers have approached me in these last few months, because for some reason they think I can help set them on their way. I've been editing and streamlining the work of a couple of guys and girls looking to follow the path I took, and I have to say I truly enjoy it. One of them is just 16 years old, but he has a good pen and an eye for news. His level of English may not be up to standard yet, but he's 16-he has time on his side. The progress he's made in the last two months is incredible, and in a way, his drive and enthusiasm are inspiring. And I truly enjoy the thought I've played my part in that.
I've been in London for nearly four months now, and it's odd how quickly you adapt to certain things. There are already a number of things I know I'd greatly miss should I leave this place, things I've grown so accustomed to it'd be hard to let go. Actually, it might be fun to list a handful, so here it goes:
Public Transport
This is a big one. Before I moved to London I lived in a place called Niel, and I would in no way be offended if you'd never heard of it. It's a small, quaint place that has a number of things going for it, but it's pretty much the middle of nowhere (although we did officially win the title of Smartest Town In Flandres, so you can all suck it). Public transport is limited to two trains and two busses every hour, none at night and none during the weekend.
In London, we have the tube, night busses and cheap taxi's. As much as I enjoy driving, there's no reason to get a car in London. Public transportation is immaculate, and with night tubes promised in 2015, it'll only get better.
24/7 Supermarkets
Again, I lived in Niel. Good luck finding a shop that opens its doors on Sunday. I work plenty of late shifts, and the fact I can sign off at midnight, open the door and find a normal shop willing to sell me a bottle of wine and some microwave Mac and cheese on a Sunday is a blessing.
Evening Papers
This is truly genius. You get off the tube at six in the evening and some bloke hands you a free copy of The London Evening Standard. It's 100% free, and I'm not talking about De Zondag here-this is a quality paper. Forget about reading the paper while you take breakfast, I'm all for having my news in the evening.
Now, on the fire in our apartment. Basically what happened is my flatmate smoked way too much pot and decided to make fries. Obviously, it didn't end well, and when the flame first sparked he panicked and grabbed the first bottle he could find to try and extinguish it. Which happened to be a bottle of tequila.
I saw a lot of smoke, which happens quite often in our flat because my Polish flatmates have no idea how to cook, so I jokingly updated my Facebook status by proclaiming to the world there was a fire in our apartment. About two seconds later I realised there was an actual fire, grabbed a towel, ran to the kitchen, soaked the towel and put it out. Maybe it was the tequila or maybe I was just way too late, but the fire had spread all over the cooker in a hurry, so when I first put the towel over it my sleeve briefly caught fire. Don't worry, my arm is fine, although my sweater is ruined. Anyway, we put out the fire and everyone lived. I started feeling the effects of the smoke about 30 minutes later and so did my flatmate, but we went outside for a while and everything was fine. Obviously the cooker is ruined, but so is pretty much everything in this apartment. Hell, I haven't been able to do laundry in three weeks.
I'm sorry this entry is relatively short and quite menial, but I'm sort of in a bit of a funk. The past few days haven't been easy and my notes are completely unusable. I'm guessing the updates in these next few weeks might be similar, with the World Cup and all. I promise I'll put in a good one as soon as I have the time :) For now, let me leave you with the words of one Charlie Chaplin:
"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world-not even our troubles."
Song of the day: The Ink Spots - I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
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