Sometimes I think that I shouldn't eat curry too late before I go to bed... It tends to make me dream a lot but last night was more that normal.
It started out with me dreaming about a magician wanting to do a trick that involved the band Coldplay and cutting a dumpster in half... Which is strange because I really couldn't name a Coldplay song and how the heck do you cut a dumpster in half without a torch...
Anyways that isn't really what was weird about last night...
I know that when I sleep on my back that I have a tendency to sleep with my mouth open and when I do that I snore.... I know that I was sleeping with my mouth open, and likely snoring, because my mouth was dry but I was woken when I heard, and felt, my jaw being closed... This woke me up with a smile on my face because I figured my wife had had enough of the snoring and clomped my jaw shut... I opened my eyes only to see a dark figure over me that quickly stood up and made a hasty retreat around the back of the bed... Still thinking that it had to be my wife I looked over only to find her fast asleep, and no one else in the room... You know that you must have been snoring loudly when ghosts are getting you to stop...
Needless to say I had a little trouble falling to sleep after that... Man, I do have to cut back on the curry..
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Trapped at 39,000 feet
Took a flight today from Vancouver to Calgary... It was a straight forward enough flight but there was one big problem... There was a person in my direct vicinity that was suffering from extreme flatulence. Now generally when someone has gas to that level it is pretty much just air, not this person. This person must of had a great big dish of goose and turkey guts for supper, I mean the cloud produced could strip paint...
Now in a normal world you can walk around away from ground zero but on a plane you are trapped in that tin can, which is not only completely enclosed, it recirculates the aforementioned noxious cloud. Just when the cloud was finally dissipating the person would launch another bomb.
I'm not sure if this person had no sense of smell, no sphincter control, no sense of shame, or was a fart bearing sadist... The only thing I thank god for was that flight was only an hour...
Now in a normal world you can walk around away from ground zero but on a plane you are trapped in that tin can, which is not only completely enclosed, it recirculates the aforementioned noxious cloud. Just when the cloud was finally dissipating the person would launch another bomb.
I'm not sure if this person had no sense of smell, no sphincter control, no sense of shame, or was a fart bearing sadist... The only thing I thank god for was that flight was only an hour...
Friday, February 27, 2009
Angels
It has been a couple of years since my father passed away, I was with him the day he died and had the opportunity to speak to him for quite a while that day. I want to document something that happened that day so I don't forget it or have it's memory clouded by my own aging...
Dad passed away when he was 85, while is body was failing him, his mind was strong, so I would not attribute any of what he said to his failing health.
Dad told me of a very recurring dream that he was having... In that dream, three people would approach him and talk with him, but the odd thing was he could never clearly see their faces, but as the days went on, there were times he said almost could recognize them. I should note that a couple of times in the previous days he almost lost his battle but was revived by the hospital staff.
My question is: Were these people angels, or people sent to guide his path to great unknown?
If they were guides, were these people that he knew that had passed before him that came to guide his journey? Why was there three? Is there a significance to that number? I wonder who it might be?
I like to think, I like to hope, that when dad passed away he could clearly see the faces of those people and he happily crossed over to the other side with joy in his heart.
I hope they were angels... I miss him, I hope he is happy, eating sunflower seeds and watching a baseball game somewhere...
Dad passed away when he was 85, while is body was failing him, his mind was strong, so I would not attribute any of what he said to his failing health.
Dad told me of a very recurring dream that he was having... In that dream, three people would approach him and talk with him, but the odd thing was he could never clearly see their faces, but as the days went on, there were times he said almost could recognize them. I should note that a couple of times in the previous days he almost lost his battle but was revived by the hospital staff.
My question is: Were these people angels, or people sent to guide his path to great unknown?
If they were guides, were these people that he knew that had passed before him that came to guide his journey? Why was there three? Is there a significance to that number? I wonder who it might be?
I like to think, I like to hope, that when dad passed away he could clearly see the faces of those people and he happily crossed over to the other side with joy in his heart.
I hope they were angels... I miss him, I hope he is happy, eating sunflower seeds and watching a baseball game somewhere...
Friday, December 5, 2008
World's Slowest Crash
I have been wondering about what history will talk about when they look back at 2008.
I think that they will talk about how greed and stupidity finally caught up to everyone, even those that didn't benefit from the aforementioned. It has been a strange year, We have had failing banks, people losing their homes, stocks dropping everyday - wiping out peoples savings.
All in all not a great year.
One of the frustrating things is the worlds slowest market crash... We don't have people jumping off buildings because it has been a happening so slow and so steady that people don't feel the pain in quite the same way...
We are kind of in the 1929 scenario but it is being played out in slow motion...
All in all I don't think 2009 is going to be that cheerful but there are some things that may turn things around for 2010. First and foremost the change in power will directly impact the outlook in the U.S. I believe that the new president will inject new energy into the U.S. economy but it will take some time to see things to turn around.
In Canada the mess we are going through in Canada will, in the end, have a positive result. This political crisis will get people more involved and interested in the direction Canada is moving in. Again change won't happen overnight but it will happen, to the benefit of Canadians..
-BillC
I think that they will talk about how greed and stupidity finally caught up to everyone, even those that didn't benefit from the aforementioned. It has been a strange year, We have had failing banks, people losing their homes, stocks dropping everyday - wiping out peoples savings.
All in all not a great year.
One of the frustrating things is the worlds slowest market crash... We don't have people jumping off buildings because it has been a happening so slow and so steady that people don't feel the pain in quite the same way...
We are kind of in the 1929 scenario but it is being played out in slow motion...
All in all I don't think 2009 is going to be that cheerful but there are some things that may turn things around for 2010. First and foremost the change in power will directly impact the outlook in the U.S. I believe that the new president will inject new energy into the U.S. economy but it will take some time to see things to turn around.
In Canada the mess we are going through in Canada will, in the end, have a positive result. This political crisis will get people more involved and interested in the direction Canada is moving in. Again change won't happen overnight but it will happen, to the benefit of Canadians..
-BillC
Friday, October 31, 2008
Rememberances
Today is my Dad's birthday... He passed away a couple of years ago. Halloween has always been a special time to me because it was his birthday...
I miss my time with him... I feel sad today
I miss my time with him... I feel sad today
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Harvest
I grew up on a farm near a small prairie town in Saskatchewan Canada. I am now in a big city that while O.K. it doesn't have same impact in the fall as my early life on the farm.
I find the city just gets grey in the fall, the leaves change, but they are quickly shuttled into their orange or clear bags and end their life sitting lonely by the curb awaiting the recycling truck to haul them off to their final resting place... The city is then just grey, even in the winter and the city is blanketed its white blanket of snow it still "feels" grey...
Perhaps it is my warm remembrances of youth but this is what I miss...
The smell of the newly harvested grain in the air. It is hard to explain if you have never lived on the prairies. There is a comfort to that smell, it is unique, it is life...
The striped fields of grain drying in the sun. It is beautiful thing to behold, give me the fall harvest colours on the prairies to the mountains any day. The mountains never change, the prairies are painted new colours almost every day...
The days of the huge prairie moon. This is a secret of the prairies, nowhere will you see the moon explode over the horizon like the the prairies. I remember many times being in awe of its shear size and colour. Imagine a moon that is so big and so orange that it seems to swallow the sky, you can lose yourself in its magnificence...
The sky and the fields below being alive with geese and ducks... I remember fields being white with snow geese and the whole field seeming to take off when the geese moved to their next feeding place, the sounds of geese honking and ducks quacking on their yearly voyage south are the songs of the prairie fall...
The wonderful late fall days that are clear and warm and without wind, days which which you hold on to, cherish, since you know it won't be long until the familiar nip in the air beckons the coming winter...
The northern lights dancing on a clear night. How can you explain their dance unless you have laid under the stars and experienced them for yourself. Their beauty is saved for the souls that can witness them in person, no photograph can capture their life...
The melancholy days awaiting winter's approach...
I find the city just gets grey in the fall, the leaves change, but they are quickly shuttled into their orange or clear bags and end their life sitting lonely by the curb awaiting the recycling truck to haul them off to their final resting place... The city is then just grey, even in the winter and the city is blanketed its white blanket of snow it still "feels" grey...
Perhaps it is my warm remembrances of youth but this is what I miss...
The smell of the newly harvested grain in the air. It is hard to explain if you have never lived on the prairies. There is a comfort to that smell, it is unique, it is life...
The striped fields of grain drying in the sun. It is beautiful thing to behold, give me the fall harvest colours on the prairies to the mountains any day. The mountains never change, the prairies are painted new colours almost every day...
The days of the huge prairie moon. This is a secret of the prairies, nowhere will you see the moon explode over the horizon like the the prairies. I remember many times being in awe of its shear size and colour. Imagine a moon that is so big and so orange that it seems to swallow the sky, you can lose yourself in its magnificence...
The sky and the fields below being alive with geese and ducks... I remember fields being white with snow geese and the whole field seeming to take off when the geese moved to their next feeding place, the sounds of geese honking and ducks quacking on their yearly voyage south are the songs of the prairie fall...
The wonderful late fall days that are clear and warm and without wind, days which which you hold on to, cherish, since you know it won't be long until the familiar nip in the air beckons the coming winter...
The northern lights dancing on a clear night. How can you explain their dance unless you have laid under the stars and experienced them for yourself. Their beauty is saved for the souls that can witness them in person, no photograph can capture their life...
The melancholy days awaiting winter's approach...
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Future Electric
I have been thinking a lot about the future of transportation and I really think it will come down to electricity... There are challenges to overcome but in the long run it is the only way...
If one thinks about it generally, a vehicle is used to commute to work, to school, or just general running around things like, getting groceries, taking the kids to activities, etc... These trips are usually in the 50-100km range. With intelligent design a car should be able to achieve this...
Car companies are finally embracing the technology partly because the battery technology is catching up to where it needs to be. The hybrids are leading the way to a point but their design is backwards... Today they are primarily a gas powered vehicle with electric assist, they need to move to a design that is 100% electric with a small generator to keep the batteries charged.
I want a vehicle that allows me to not use any fuel, other than electricity to commute... Not only is it less expensive day-to-day, it is has less impact on the environment. There will those that say an electric car still has a large carbon footprint but I disagree, I can generate my own electricity via solar or wind which has very little carbon footprint. I cannot make my own fuel easily but I can go off the shelf to generate electricity. The batteries are an issue but all manufacturers should be tasked to recycle the batteries as part of the manufacturing cycle.
Now will an electric car save me money, especially if I want to create my own electricity, absolutely not. That really isn't the point... Take Los Angeles for example, imagine if all the homes were equipped with solar panels and the cars were electric, do you think they would have much of a smog problem?
Give me a Tesla roadster or a Chevy Volt (with better range). The future is on the horizon hopefully it will be here soon...
-BillC
If one thinks about it generally, a vehicle is used to commute to work, to school, or just general running around things like, getting groceries, taking the kids to activities, etc... These trips are usually in the 50-100km range. With intelligent design a car should be able to achieve this...
Car companies are finally embracing the technology partly because the battery technology is catching up to where it needs to be. The hybrids are leading the way to a point but their design is backwards... Today they are primarily a gas powered vehicle with electric assist, they need to move to a design that is 100% electric with a small generator to keep the batteries charged.
I want a vehicle that allows me to not use any fuel, other than electricity to commute... Not only is it less expensive day-to-day, it is has less impact on the environment. There will those that say an electric car still has a large carbon footprint but I disagree, I can generate my own electricity via solar or wind which has very little carbon footprint. I cannot make my own fuel easily but I can go off the shelf to generate electricity. The batteries are an issue but all manufacturers should be tasked to recycle the batteries as part of the manufacturing cycle.
Now will an electric car save me money, especially if I want to create my own electricity, absolutely not. That really isn't the point... Take Los Angeles for example, imagine if all the homes were equipped with solar panels and the cars were electric, do you think they would have much of a smog problem?
Give me a Tesla roadster or a Chevy Volt (with better range). The future is on the horizon hopefully it will be here soon...
-BillC
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