Book Review: Baghdad Express

Baghdad Express, by Joel Turnipseed, was the first Gulf War Memoir I've read. There seem to be mixed reviews. I enjoyed this book. I didn't love it, but it was a solidly acceptable read. I'm not really selling it am I? Joel provided a really interesting perspective to the war. As a part of the Sixth Motor Transport Battalion Turnipseed wasn't in a heavy combat zone and admits to struggling with being considered a hero. The story follows his journey from the US to Saudi Arabia and back to the US. His keen interest in philosophy has his nicknamed Professor, and he adds snippets from philosophy texts he spends most of his spare time reading.

If I took anything from this book, I think I finally understand the ending to Full Metal Jacket. Perhaps there's no connection, but I have a feeling there's a link.

Book Review: Mister Pip

I've been posting the books I've read on the side bar for a while now, but I thought perhaps it was time I try my hand at a review or two. I just finished reading Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones. I've noticed lately it takes me a few chapters to get invested in a book, and this novel was no different. Eventually something clicked and it was like I wanted to know more and couldn't help but to pick it up and dig through 50 or 100 pages a sitting.

Young Matilda is growing up an a small war torn island in the South Pacific. Everything seems to be collapsing around her but she finds something to hold on to when "the only white man left on the island" steps in as the teacher and introduces the class to Great Expectations. Perhaps it was because I read Great Expectations in high school, I caught most of the references. And I'm not going to lie, having watched the Ethan Hawke version of the movie helped some too.

It was nice for a change to read a novel with a single narrative. It seems like a lot of writers require telling the story from multiple points of view, which can be alright but also can grow tiresome. It shows commitment to have a single voice, because when you pick that voice it has to be the right one to draw readers in. As I mentioned I wasn't sold off the bat, but I can be like that. TV shows I now consider favourites got a resounding "meh" after the first show or two.

The book took some interesting twists. There was some gruesome behaviour which I could have done without. And also the last 20 pages should have been summarized into one page and been done with.

In looking up the publisher's link for this book I noticed it's been made into a movie, which should be coming out this year. If Hugh Laurie wasn't starring in it I may not have considered watching it, as I'm not sure what a movie could bring to the table that the novel didn't already provide. And there are some scenes I would rather not have a visual for. I'm sure they would be discreet, but still.

Perhaps this has been a lackluster review, but the process needs to start somewhere.

Monetary Mitosis

I've been rubbing two pennies together all night to see if I could witness the miracle of penny creation, but no such luck. My plans to reign in spending for the rest of 2010 have gotten off to a rough start. I have an especially large challenge since one of my paycheques this month will only be for half time. If I can get by on 75% pay then I know I'll be in a good spot when it goes back up to 100%. I've considered getting a second job, but perhaps I will wait until the new year to see how my cost saving plans work out.

Nuit Blanche was pretty fun. We got off to a late start, but I wouldn't have looked forward to the crowds for the first portion anyhow. Adam and I hit up Yonge & Bloor, and then traveled to Dundas Square and walked the main downtown core. Then back up to finish the night at Casa Loma. Surprisingly, the whole night took 4 hrs. I was put to shame by my colleague who lasted until 5:45am and yet started well before 6:00pm. Good for him. A lot of people have spoken negatively about the night, and perhaps I just don't have a good point of comparison, but I enjoyed myself. I am kicking myself for missing the human clock. We arrived at 4:15am and it wasn't back on until 5:00am so we left. A coworker says it was his favourite of the entire night. I also missed a self mourning experience just south of my house, out of pure laziness. I should have just walked down on my own at some point earlier on.

I finished the book Old City Hall last night. It was written by a top criminal lawyer in Toronto. I did enjoy the city references, which is one reason I picked it up in the first place. But overall it just wasn't my cup of tea. Ending several chapters with, "I can't believe I didn't think of that before, how could I have missed it?!" got annoying after a while. And with a constant multiple narrative running through out the entire book I was happy for it to be over. He also left the ending completely unresolved leaving multiple plausible explanations for how the murder could have happened. With 4-5 main characters all with rich character development, I often found myself flipping to the early chapters of the book to remind myself who was who. In the end it felt like a drawn out 400 page episode of Law and Order. I would suppose maybe mystery just isn't my genre but Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood is one of my favourite books, and it even has a cliffhanger ending. Perhaps because Alias Grace was based on a true story it resonates more with the reader.

As annoyed as I may sound, I feel the fruits of my frugality shall pay off in the near future. I've always had enough money to get by, but I want better for myself now.

Take it to the Nth Degree

There's this neighbourhood cat that likes to sleep in my driveway. Twice now I've made that tight turn into the one way alley to find an orange and white tabby taking a snooze. First time he jumped out of the way, but the second time he meandered, and then sat calmly as I drove past. It made me laugh but really it scares me. I worry about the kittens. They're not actually kittens, I just more often that not refer to all cats that way.

I took a trip this weekend to Kincardine. I got kind of surprised at the volume of traffic remaining on Saturday morning at 10:30. What is everyone else doing being a lazy git like me and not leaving bright and early, if not Friday night? The time on the road was a bit too extended for my liking but I quite enjoyed walking around Kincardine. I stopped first at a beach and took some photos and read for a while. I didn't want the main street to shut down before I had a chance to look around so I headed that way shortly after. I can't romanticize the trip because it was an ordinary somewhat uninspired trip. I just have a burning desire to travel every nook and cranny and of this country. Looking back now I wish I had kept a better diary of my trips. I'm still young, there's still time.

I'm reading 'Franny and Zooey' by JD Salinger. It would have perhaps sat on my shelf unread for decades to come if Adam hadn't picked it off to borrow one weekend. He found out that the Royal Tenenbaums was loosely based on the characters from this book. Very smart but unusually bizarre. It took a bit to get into, but I've enjoyed it. I'm excited for the next book selection. I must say, I can't afford to continue buying books, I really must stop. I have spent at least a few hundred on books this year alone. I have enough unread to last me a while, so I best reign in that spending.

Dinner with Shmucks was not what I was expecting yet still hilarious. Randomly ran into Adam Mansour from LP. All grown up and married, very exciting.

I challenge myself to do 10 new things around the city before the summer is out. Be it parks or cafes or pubs, I must explore more. I'm also going to start going to bed earlier and taking better care of myself all around.

We Have Crashed The Party

I'm listening to Strung Out On OK Computer. A great classical rendition of perhaps one of the greatest albums every composed. A really nice way to start my Saturday. I was a little bit late rising this morning, but I spent the greater part of the morning in bed finishing The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. It makes you think about the times we live in and how fortunate we are. Even in war times we are not deprived of anything.

I went up North with Adam last weekend. The weather was a bit unforgiving but we did manage a trip into Bobcaygeon and an outdoor fire on Saturday night. We watched a lot of 30 Rock, and drank a lot of beer. We ate like royalty (or at least like cottage royalty), and spent spare hours in our respective corners reading. I'm pleased as punch that we have set ownership of the cottage. Although it's no longer my weekend playground paradise available any and all weekends on a whim, I'm pleased to see it turn back into maybe what it once was. With constant feet traveling through it perhaps it will regain the confidence it once had to operate as a full-time summer home.

It's been a pretty quiet week for me. I've been working really hard at the office. For the first 3 days of the week I felt pulled in a hundred directions. That's an exaggeration but even being pulled in 5 ways can be stressful enough. I have 13 projects on my plate right now, and I just finished 3 but then I gained 2 back. And it's always the weirdest problems that arise. It's hardly my responsibility to ensure our scripts are properly written to ensure file transmissions from DOS to Unix are successful. How did I even find out that was the problem you might ask? Dumb effing luck. Rant at just the right time and you might find yourself sitting next to a networks genius who is more than eager to solve your problem.

Last night on my way home I swung by the Fringe tent to see A&D. While in the driver's seat I somehow lost my wallet. At a stop light with one foot diligently on the brake I reached around with my other foot to see if it had fallen to my feet. And as some person was walking past my car I accidentally tapped the gas and revved my engine. I'm such a complete dork sometimes.

I guess that's all for now. I did sweet nothing on Canada Day, so now I really must clean. The other day I was by chance browsing some photos I took of this place before I moved in. So clean, so crisp. I want to go to there.

Peee-aaaccch

I got a nice surprise today on the way to work as my Check Engine light suddenly flicked on. Yaaaay. I spent the rest of the trip in cursing my car and my soon to be non-existent bank account. Through out the day my mind wandered away from the engine problems until 6pm when I was once again confronted with the glowing light of doom. It wasn't until about half way home that I remembered there was a higher than likely chance it was only because my gas lid wasn't screwed on properly. I was fairly certain that would be the reason for the unwanted orange thing on my dash, but I have become so accustomed to chagrin I was preparing for the worst. Luck be a lady, it was my gas cap. Now tomorrow I get to see if the light goes back to normal and I can move on with my life. Ironically, I'm about 50km short of my scheduled oil change and I might not have noticed had the lid not been loose. Who knows.

I just got rejected for another job. At this point I'd just like to get an offer to feel better about myself. I'm not too upset, it's just the principle.

I almost got an opportunity to work in a performance for the Fringe Festival. Turns out the director got someone else and my services were not required. I'm ok either way, but it would have been fun to challenge myself with something new like that.

I'm going back to Newmarket this weekend to see my awesome Great Aunt. Then I think there's something father related happening on Sunday. Stuff stuff stuff.

I've moved onto The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Anne Barrows. I've heard good things, so we shall see.

Lazy Sunday

It's been a lazy week for me. I had a very lazy weekend with very little planned. I left my house for a grocery shopping on Sunday but I think that was about it. I've grown accustomed to a 10pm weeknight shopping time where very few people are in the store. Switching to weekends is a pain. I did accomplish a lot around the house. I finally filed away all of my car repair receipts (which I had been amazing at keeping but terrible at filing). I finally disassembled my lame Halloween t-shirt of ttc pins. I thought about putting them back up onto the black board I made but that is over. Perhaps I will resurrect them in some other fashion when the time is right. I emptied one of my 4 remaining moving boxes. And I finished Oryx and Crake. I cannot wait to get my hands on Year of the Flood to get back into that story. I've officially moved on to Beatrice & Virgil by Yann Martel. My mother tells me the book has received mixed reviews. I'm waiting until I finish before I pass final judgment.

I had a funny exchange yesterday with a guy I work with. I went into the supercube to see one of his coworkers but he was the only one there. So I pointed to the guy's desk and said, "Do you know where this one is?" In response he said, "I think he's gone to lunch. He left at 12 on the button and previous to him leaving he was asking me about Middle Eastern food places." To which I said, "Your logic is sound." To which he replied, "I'm an analyst, a business analyst." That cracked me up. Later in the kitchen he was complaining about the air quality and always sniffing at work. I told him I have the opposite problem but when I go home I sniff more. And I attribute part of it to the cat the people downstairs got. I said, "I've never seen the cat but I did notice a giant bag of cat food outside their door." To which he said, "You could be an analyst too!!" I love smart jokes that connect back to something else.

I also had an hour long debate with another coworker about corporations investing in their reputation. His stance was that corporations will readily invest in their reputation because it creates a profitable return because it increases favour with the consumers. One big example was companies going green. And I told him that a company would not go green unless it was profitable for them and that the boost in reputation is a byproduct of the business decision. If going green was more expensive then a company would not do it. Believe it or not that took an hour and even spilled into after lunch emails back and forth with links and such. I wonder if this will carry on further.

The weather's looking less than favourable but I'm thinking cottage this weekend. I'm really hoping the weather forecast turns. My real intention is to use the cottage as a base camp and take day trips to (kind of) nearby ghost towns. Shaves off that first three hours quite nicely. We'll see.

Onyx and Cake

I just got back from a nice Mother's Day dinner with my family. I didn't have flowers for my mom, but I do want to surprise her at some point with some. Either at her office or at home. Sadly I probably wouldn't be able to find her office on campus. But she always surprises me at my office with flowers on my birthday so it's time to return the favour.

I stayed over with momsy and dadsy on Friday, so I could be ready bright and early for a garage sale. The weather was supposed to be horrid but my mother asked me to stay in hopes that it turned around. We were up at 7 and preparing, and people were already hovering at the end of our driveway. My dad hates garage sales so he left in a huff. I told him I don't love them either but supporting each other is something we just do. Not sure I got through to him. We sold pretty much nothing, which was a disappointment. We had some good stuff. A barely used bar fridge for $30. A set of Love Seats for $50/each (though I'm sure my mom would have accepted less). We did sell a small antique item we inherited. The woman who bought it had had the exact same piece until her son-in-law sat on it. So the story goes. She was pretty happy to have a replica to keep the memory alive.

I've skipped books and I'm now on Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood. It took me a bit to get into it, but now I just don't want to put it down. I've also been spending my free time trying to learn Blackbird on the guitar, the Sarah McLachlan version. Even though it's just two frets up from The Beatles it's a bit easier for me. I'm not there yet but I'm working on it. Adam played me the intro when we tripped to Ottawa and I've been wanting to pick up the rest ever since.

I'm going to try to work out more. My parents recently got me an exercise bike, and I need to start using it more. I had been for a while, but I got interrupted. But it's back on. Giddy up.

The Reports of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated

I almost died today, and yes that is an exaggeration, but not a complete one. Coming south on the 400 some expletive decided that from a stand still in the lanes going 401 West it would be a good idea to come into my 401 East lane. I was probably going about 70 at the time and had to slam down on the brakes. He also cut someone else off that was changing into my lane so instead of doing a bad merge and accelerating he did a bad merge and was stopped in my lane. I'm lucky that I could stop on time, and that no one was close behind me. Guys, I don't have collision on my car. If you hit me I am financially ruined, so please do not hit me. Pretty please. Unless I want to start eating Top Ramen every night to support payments for a new car, I'd like to not be hit.

My day with my aunt was really nice. She's just so adorable. She paid for some books for me at Chapters (which she did not have to do). And then she also paid for me to have dinner at her place. So I owe her something really nice.

She participates in this book club at her retirement home. I'm wondering if I'm ready for something like that in my life. Maybe not yet. I think I'll just keep up with reading on my own. I'm almost done Whale Music by Paul Quarrington (which I just found out through googling is also a movie). It has been an interesting read, but I've been stuck on it for a while so I'll be happy to move on. Up next is Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery.

Also, I think a retirement home is the funniest place to have a meal. I heard a funny story about dentures, and overheard a disgusting comment about diarrhea. No shame. "Usually there's some substance but this time it just came right out." It took everything in me to not burst out laughing. Such a dinner table appropriate conversation.