A good friend of mine is moving back to winnipeg. Her boyfriend went mental last night and they broke up i'm pretty sure. She moved here with her boyfriend to start a new life for themselves. she is pregnant with their child, and they wanted to have a fresh start out here in the west.
I applaud their efforts and i really think that they would have made a great life for themselves.
Her boyfriend is apparently bi polar, and I really can relate to that. My father is bi polar and has been for my entire life. As far as I know, he has been in the hospital 3 times. two major episodes and 1 recent minor one.
The last stemming from issues with his medication and aging. As you grow older, the chemical composition of your brain changes, and thus your body will require different dosages of the particular medication that you are on.
The main difference between my father and my friends boyfriend is obviously age, and life experience.
There are two sides to being bi polar. the manic and the depression. My dad is a manic, meaning he gets loopy and can see, smell and hear memories with extreme clarity. I can only imagine what that kind of 'power' is like. I am extremely envious of this, not to the point of wanting to become bi polar clearly, but you could imagine what that could be like.
chris is different. he gets depressed. and along with depression comes the obvious issue of harming yourself and the ones you love. this is what happened last night. he went off into the night with the intention of harming himself or possibly others. I hope that he is ok, and is in the hospital or at the police station where he belongs, getting the professional help that he is entitled to. I really enjoyed hanging out with him. mostly because we are both from winnipeg and can relate to alot of situations and we do know some of the same people from there.
I wish amber and chris the best of luck in whatever they do, and I'll see them both sometime soon.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
nice day
Today is the first nice day that calgary has had in about 2 weeks. it has been rainy and cold for so long that ive forgotten what good weather is like. I was hanging out with a friend, and then i went down to 17th ave. and was presented with a $25 dollar gift certificate to the chinook mall! I love random giveaways.
I took the C-train to the mall and ate some A & W, got a coffee from 2nd cup and came back downtown.
I'm starting to read a really good book about the soviet union. apparently the USSR was so big it had 11 different time zones... fucked uppp!
I took the C-train to the mall and ate some A & W, got a coffee from 2nd cup and came back downtown.
I'm starting to read a really good book about the soviet union. apparently the USSR was so big it had 11 different time zones... fucked uppp!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
i have a personal life and a work life and im a god damn professional
well, maybe the title will say it all, but you can all probibly guess where this post is going.
I really do not enjoy getting harped on or harassed by people outside of work.
There is a reason why I go to work and its to escape my personal life. I like to make money, but its also a good way to kill time and meet a lot of interesting people. especially if you work in the restaurant world. Theres a reason I leave all of my work related issues at the back door. Guess what that is, maybe perhaps? Its god damn annoying to have your 'friends' tell you what to do and how to run your life based on shit that has happened at another restaurant. Maybe this 'friend' happened to work with the chef of the restaurant previously, and has something to say to me about how i conducted myself at his former bosses establishment.
I'm totally fine with that, but if you think that doing so while im at the bar singing kareoke with my friends is acceptable professional behaviour you've got another thing coming. I've lost some good friends this way. They have some incredible ego to stoke and I really don't want to be a part of that behaviour. People are way too hung up on looking cool, looking awesome and generally being a fucking rock star. The only place for rock stars is on stage, playing hair metal where they belong.
People like to focus too much on the image their restaurant is portraying. This is a very important aspect of any conceptual restaurant but you really can't just be an image and not a real person. I have style and I'm also a unique individual. Nobody skateboards like me, nobody cooks like me and nobody plays the guitar exactly like me. There are so many things that have influenced me. In my cooking, I look towards my former chefs Alex Svenne and Scott Bagshaw. I use my experiences in Japan to shape and also influence the flavors That I develop within certain dishes. I look to my parents for their take on morals and ethics like most people do.
I play guitar the same way my dad has been playing his whole life. He was influenced by the blues. Robert Johnson, BB king, The Beatles, Elvis, The Beach Boys and the Ramones. Thats the type of music i grew up listening to. My dad was cool enough to actually just listen to that stuff without being a pretentous knob. Yeah, guess what... I most definately listened to the ramones before you did. I also listened to Beck before you did, because I got made fun for doing so in grade nine. The only person that knew what was going on was Brodie Sanderson and he's one of the few people I talk to from high school still.
I have my own image, and its not based on what ive seen on tv. Tv is a make believe world where hundreds of people get killed constantly on the other side of the world. Planes crash, storms rage and all the while we north americans sit on our asses, eat copious amounts of free food, throw out way too much food and just generally get our lives handed to us on a platter.
I work for what I get and I'm proud to say that I can work, and still help out within my community. Once you realize that you are insignificant, then you can start to do something to change this world. Once people that you have never met mean more to you than your friends... thats when you can make a difference.
I really do not enjoy getting harped on or harassed by people outside of work.
There is a reason why I go to work and its to escape my personal life. I like to make money, but its also a good way to kill time and meet a lot of interesting people. especially if you work in the restaurant world. Theres a reason I leave all of my work related issues at the back door. Guess what that is, maybe perhaps? Its god damn annoying to have your 'friends' tell you what to do and how to run your life based on shit that has happened at another restaurant. Maybe this 'friend' happened to work with the chef of the restaurant previously, and has something to say to me about how i conducted myself at his former bosses establishment.
I'm totally fine with that, but if you think that doing so while im at the bar singing kareoke with my friends is acceptable professional behaviour you've got another thing coming. I've lost some good friends this way. They have some incredible ego to stoke and I really don't want to be a part of that behaviour. People are way too hung up on looking cool, looking awesome and generally being a fucking rock star. The only place for rock stars is on stage, playing hair metal where they belong.
People like to focus too much on the image their restaurant is portraying. This is a very important aspect of any conceptual restaurant but you really can't just be an image and not a real person. I have style and I'm also a unique individual. Nobody skateboards like me, nobody cooks like me and nobody plays the guitar exactly like me. There are so many things that have influenced me. In my cooking, I look towards my former chefs Alex Svenne and Scott Bagshaw. I use my experiences in Japan to shape and also influence the flavors That I develop within certain dishes. I look to my parents for their take on morals and ethics like most people do.
I play guitar the same way my dad has been playing his whole life. He was influenced by the blues. Robert Johnson, BB king, The Beatles, Elvis, The Beach Boys and the Ramones. Thats the type of music i grew up listening to. My dad was cool enough to actually just listen to that stuff without being a pretentous knob. Yeah, guess what... I most definately listened to the ramones before you did. I also listened to Beck before you did, because I got made fun for doing so in grade nine. The only person that knew what was going on was Brodie Sanderson and he's one of the few people I talk to from high school still.
I have my own image, and its not based on what ive seen on tv. Tv is a make believe world where hundreds of people get killed constantly on the other side of the world. Planes crash, storms rage and all the while we north americans sit on our asses, eat copious amounts of free food, throw out way too much food and just generally get our lives handed to us on a platter.
I work for what I get and I'm proud to say that I can work, and still help out within my community. Once you realize that you are insignificant, then you can start to do something to change this world. Once people that you have never met mean more to you than your friends... thats when you can make a difference.
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