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Ma Wet, Wet Peeps

Our team left for Sri Lanka this evening. Stay tuned for reports of their progress. Today was also my first practical sitar class, followed immediately by a nasty 2 hour ashtanga yoga class which was held in benefit of our tsunami relief efforts –a long day of Indian stuff.

But while my fundraising efforts have been focused on Sri Lanka, my own homeland is experiencing a slightly less famous deluge. Here’s a pic, skimmed from the ‘Net, of a flooded city street in Guyana. Note the clever sign, “tsunami ride.” Dems ma peeps:

A friend sent me my 2005 horoscope from Mysticstars.com:

“The first 3 months of the year 2005 will be emotionally demanding and mildly confusing. Before February 15th expect loved ones or long predictable romantic partners to express a deep need for social change or new home plans. Much of this is purely emotional: don’t expect lovers or close friends to take action. Before March 22nd others may vent their feelings or daily frustrations, but will make little efforts to change their immediate circumstances. Remain open to the thoughts and criticism of loved ones, but don’t expect significant change early this year. Shortly after the end of March a powerful wave of creativity and rekindled passion will arrive in key relationships. To some degree past feelings of career disappointment or low confidence may have recently affected the available levels of intimacy with loved ones. Distant emotions, lost workplace ambitions or key financial changes over the last 14 to 16 months may well have caused loved ones to be listless or only vaguely committed to present day relationships. Now, however, and through April, May and June, watch for lovers or close friends to steadily improve their self-image, business potential and ability to explore key relationships. Although positive these 3 months will bring a decision phase into your romantic life. Before late June expect several new relationships or romantic proposals to arrive. Some Leos may this year experience a powerful split between ongoing romantic duties and exciting new relationships. Trust your instincts: unless current romantic partners begin expanding their lives or improving their outlook, new relationships will captivate your attention. A difficult but highly productive year: expect to make key decisions in your emotional life before the end of August. Leave emotional and romantic compromising in the past: this is a year of decided action, shared goals and vivid passions.”

Why am I sharing this with you? No reason; I just need to save it somewhere.

In other news, you may note that there is now a small ad to the right of this blog. Click on it a couple of times and let’s see if Google actually pays me!

Curry and Yoga… Is There A Connection?

Ahhhh. Back in my hovel in Ottawa getting fat on all the curry my dear mother sent home with me. Truly the sweet life.

A great thanks to Ann H. whose book club invited me to discuss my novel, Divine Elemental. It was my first experience discussing any of my works in someone’s home with a bunch of strangers. Quite surreal, I must say, but overall a positive experience. As the club members expressed to me that much of the book is challenging, I’m finally starting to accept that my writing style is perhaps too esoteric to ever make me rich; but so long as it gets me dates, I’m happy. Here’s a photo (taken on my trusty Treo 600 smartphone) of the book club meeting:

Meanwhile our tsunami relief group is set to send its first mission to Sri Lanka this coming weekend. We’ve raised about $30,000, all of which is being spent on acquiring medical supplies which are being transported to suffering areas of the Eastern Province. But this is not the end of the escapade. We need more money to expand the project to include grief counselling and educational programmes.

This coming Sunday (Jan 30th) the Santosh Yoga Centre (205 Catherine Street, Ottawa) will hold a “Tsunami Relief Yoga Class” from 2-4pm. It costs $15 to get in; but, hey, it’s good for you.

Of $50 Haircuts and Busted Smartphones

Where to begin? A bit too shellshocked still from last week’s tragedy to jump right back into the political commentary. How about some frivolous personal stuff?

Here we see a photo of my two crippled Treo smartphones, a 180 and a 270, taken courtesy of the onboard camera of my new toy, the Treo 600. Astute (by which I mean nerdy) readers will note that almost exactly one year ago, I purchased the used Treo 270 from Andrew Currie after my Treo 180 failed. Now the 270 has failed and I have bought an even more expensive and problematic beast. The lesson? I’m an idiot, but you knew that already.

And because I’m an idiot I decided it was time to splurge on a $50 haircut, rather than the cheap-ass $7 jobs I usually steal from the haircutting school near my parents’ house. Here is the result of salon pampering and expensive styling product:

Who said I wasn’t metrosexual enough? Of course you can’t see the actual hair in that photo, so use your imagination and picture me with 50 dollar bills plastered to my scalp.

Aw heck, let’s end on some environmental politics. A famous global warming denier has this to say:

Michael Crichton: “I think there’s only one position, and that is the position that the data leads you to.”

I’m with you, Michael. When the bulk of evidence starts to point toward global warming being a myth, I will happily (honestly and truly happily) join you in your skepticism. Until then, please follow your own advice and be lead by the freakin’ data.

Meanwhile, there’s another planetwide phenomenon upon us —global dimming.

Another Tragedy

A very sad thing happened this weekend when the wife of a dear friend and co-worker, who was apparently an occasional visitor to this site, unexpectedly and suddenly passed away. I cannot imagine a family less deserving of such heartbreak, and I struggle to find some way to help them. At times like this there are no catch-all words of comfort for those left behind. I can only offer the following insight.

About three years ago I was in Bermuda with my friends Sean and Andrew. While there we foolishly rented motor scooters, even though only Andrew had any appreciable experience on any motorized vehicle. So it comes as no surprise to hear that I, ever the klutz, crashed my scooter and suffered a concussion.

Now, in between losing consciousness on the pavement and waking up with a paramedic peering down at me and tasting Andrew’s fingers in my mouth (don’t ask), I have vivid memories of a unique experience. In those brief seconds of blackout I remember long minutes of complete contented timelessness during which I was on a country road in summer with blinding brilliant white sunlight beating down upon me; and with me were the people in the world whom I loved the most. During this period, I knew that I was supposed to be somewhere else, but I was so completely content and happy to be on that road that I didn’t care what was happening in the “real” world.

I’m not suggesting that what I experienced was a near-death experience. I don’t know if my heart stopped. I accept that it’s entirely possible that my “hallucination” was caused by scrambled neurons and/or the subtle play of Bermudan sunlight upon the retinas of my still open eyes.

But all of that is beside the point. When I awoke I no longer had any fear of physical death. I still cling to life with all my might, and I’m terrified of life-threatening situations. But my only anxiety regarding my own death concerns the care and disposition of those I would leave behind; I am otherwise now convinced that the actual process of personal death is not necessarily a traumatic experience, but indeed is the “re-birth” that many traditions teach. I am not a religious man, yet I have personally encountered additional scenarios which reinforce the conclusion that physical death is not the end of the journey.

None of this, of course, helps my friend and his children in the short term. But I hope that, over time, as they come to deal with missing their departed love one, there will be some comfort in considering that death, while tragic, may not be the complete extinguishing of human spirit or potential, but merely its transformation to another place or form.

If anyone has any words of particular insight and comfort to offer my friend, feel free to add them as a comment, as he is a regular visitor.