I rarely write about politics. Mine are usually left of centre on most issues and fiscally moderate. I caught a bit of the Republican convention but mostly turned away because the speakers filled the air with hate, anger and fear. I shake my head when Republican politicians say they disagree with the racist comments that Trump makes but will still support him because he is better than Hillary.
A couple of nights ago, I watched a bit of the Democrats convention in between the baseball game. I really enjoyed Michelle Obama’s speech. It was heartfelt, genuine and uplifting. I felt energized and inspired. I watched President Clinton’s speech and it had the usual folksy, simple charm but it was very effective. I really like how he turned it into a nice story instead of a speech.
Tonight, I’ll watch President Obama speak. I’ve always enjoyed watching him talk and it’ll be interesting to hear what he has to say tonight.
What do you folks think about the US elections? For those of you who are Americans, are you able to discuss politics openly with your neighbours, friends, co-workers and family? Or is it a very sensitive subject?
I found this while procrastinating on my resume. Would any of you try this?
Don’t worry – it’s safe for work.
I’m so self conscious about my body that I’m not sure I would want to pose. But I won’t have any problems drawing even though I don’t have any artistic talent.
I had another strange dream. It’s one of the reasons that I don’t really look forward to sleeping.
This time I saw my mom walking around. But no one else could see her. But they could see her on my smartphone while I was filming her. Everyone was crowding around my phone while I followed her. She went back to her old room. She sat down and looked tired. She told me that her legs really hurt and she was in a lot of pain.
That was it. It wasn’t the dream I wanted.
For the past couple of years, my right eye would tear up at the oddest moments.
Sometimes I would be watching a movie and tears would flow. Of course it would be happening just after someone has been killed violently, being beaten up or during a dialogue. There I am, trying to discreetly wipe away a tear from my right eye. When I was watching a concert earlier this year with my brother. My eye started to tear up. My brother was sitting on my right and I could see him glancing at me. I like Springsteen but I don’t really get emotional about his songs.
My eye doctor tells me it’s because my tears are too thick. Huh? I just need to apply eye drops every so often. So if you ever do meet me and notice me wiping away a tear, it’s not you. It’s me. Unless of course I’m actually bawling my eyes out then it’s you.
I attended a free day at Toronto’s Honda Indy last Friday. It’s an Indy Car race on a temporary street circuit. I’ve never attended this race before and Friday was a practice session. I think they started doing the free day a few years ago to rebuild the fan base after a few years of decline. The downtown location is convenient for the fans, racers and sponsors. All the restaurants, bars and nightlife are very close by.
One of the best spots to watch the race is at the corner of Lakeshore Blvd and Ontario Drive, just on the western edge of Ontario Place. It’s the famous turn 3 where cars have to slow down after long straightaway in order to make a hard right turn. The practice sessions for the various races were well underway by the time I made my way down to the stand at turn 3.
1. Stadium Super Trucks – their course included several ramps and it was amazing watching them jump.
2. Cooper Tires USF2000 – this is a training ground series of races for young drivers. The cars are all powered by Mazda engines. I think the car #92 (at the top) is driven by Cameron Das and the #9 car (on the bottom) is driven by Victor Franzoni. I didn’t expect to see anyone overtake under braking during the practice session but #9 managed to do this.
3.1 Verizon Indy Car Series driver: Scott Dixon
3.2 Takuma Sato entering into turn 3.
3.3 Driver: Canada’s James Hincliffe
4. Indy Lights presented by Cooper Tires: Driver: Dean Stoneman
love the front tire locking up under hard braking…
There were a couple more practice sessions after this but I was getting tired from sitting in the sun for a few hours. But I love the roar of the engines and even the smell of the exhaust. I didn’t buy the paddock pass for $40. I’m still a little gun shy about spending money. But it looks interesting from what I could see. I hope to be back next year.
The other day I was sitting for awhile and stretched my back over the chair. As I arched over the back of the chair and pulled my head forward, I felt a comfortable popping of my spine. Yes, I’m one of those people that crack my joints. A relative taught me how to crack my knuckles and toes when I was around 9 or 10. My mom was so angry at her. She would tell me that my knuckles would swell when I get old and they would become very painful. But I continued. Over time, I even found new ways of cracking my knuckles. In my teens, I discovered that I could crack my spine. I found ways of cracking my knees, ankles, jaw and neck.
I eventually stopped cracking my neck. I still crack my knuckles especially when I’m waiting at a stop light. I’ve reduced cracking my spine. But lately I’ve started cracking my back again. Last year when I had a lot of back problems, I went to a chiropractor for several sessions. For some reason, whenever he adjusted my back it never popped. I did tell him I cracked my back a lot. He mentioned that just because I can make my spine pop doesn’t mean I’m doing it the right way. I could be over extending ligaments, tendons and joints.
It’s a crazy habit. I’ve gradually replaced the cracking with gentle stretching of the joint. But it doesn’t feel as satisfying.
But I don’t think I’ll try this though.
I should be in bed by now. But my friend, Insomnia, has dropped by for another visit. I used to resent his visits but over time, I’ve grown to accept him. Perhaps he’s lonely and wants my company. I pride myself on being a good listener but he’s a quiet chap and doesn’t talk much. Most times, I lie quietly in bed while he putters around my condo. While he doesn’t say much, his presence stirs unsettled thoughts and emotions in my head.
They are those things I should have done today and the things to worry about tomorrow. He has a subtle way of nudging me to think about things when I just want to sleep. There have been times when I’ve stayed up with him to welcome the sun. Hopefully he’ll leave in an hour or two. In the meantime, I got a lot of things to mull over.
I guess it’s gonna be a 2 or 3 cup coffee day tomorrow.