It’s mildly depressing that my last post was about the good part of the Canucks playoff run.
In other Canucks news, word is that Mikey Gillis is on his way/already in Sweden to resume talks with the twins and their agent JP Barry to get them back in Whale-C jerseys.
I digress.
What I’m really here to talk about is the gratitude I wish to express to everyone that took the time to say something, type something, text something, anything something to me on the anniversary of the day I first existed as an individual.
What you don’t know is that I took the time to write something about each person in my Moleskine in response to everyone of you with the intent of posting it as a blog. After the sixth page of writing–which, mind you, was the halfway mark of everyone–I wanted to keep it in the Moleskine.
However, to sum up what it said on a less personal, more global scope I want to say the following. I value the contribution that everyone has put into me, small and large. Without a shadow of a doubt, I can say how each one of you has impacted my life and perspective, all for the better. To take that a little bit further, each one of you has made an impression on me, from which the impact, I hope, will be paid forward.
As a segue from self to anything but self, a happy birthday to my sister Ji.
Photoblog is coming up. I am the toughest critic of my own work.
Happy Monday everyone!
This post would make it here inevitably.
YEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYAHHHHHHH!
Go Canucks go!
That is all. (=
P.S. Image courtesy of vancouver is awesome.
these are a few of my favourite things
Due to the fact that the primary stakeholder went to an educational institution in 2008, the Government of Canada has decided that its investment in the T4 (Tim Trying To Travel) fund is not as good an investment as it initially thought it was. That’s not to say that the Government of Canada has completely withdrawn its donation. The amount to be given is not as sizable as it was projected to be. As a result, stringent controls on current funds are to be put in place for the goals of the fund to be reached on the timeline provided.
When reached for comment, the primary stakeholder of the fund said this on the record:
It’s unfortunate that it took a turn in this direction. But as the old saying goes, you have to play the cards that you’re dealt.
He then was hurried away by his one bodyguard–it may have been his mom or his sister–into his Toyota Camry and sped off (sped off is obviously a relative term).
The book that has housed my nose for the past couple of days is a breath of fresh air. I haven’t read a book that is as much entertaining to rouse an audible laugh out of me until this one. Here’s the simple premise: two writers embark on a race around the world. Sure, it’s been done, but if that same premise is created in a jacuzzi while slightly intoxicated off 99 cent wine, you get something completely nonsensical.
They have a few rules:
- start in Los Angeles
- you must cross every longitude
- no airplanes, helicopters or hot air balloons (hovercrafts were a gray area)
- end in Los Angeles and win a glass of exquisite scotch
It would probably be boring if the authors were two squares, but these two have a fairly distinguished background. You be the judge of what distinguished actually means. One is a writer for Late Show with David Letterman and American Dad and president of Harvard Lampoon and the other is a writer for My Name is Earl as well as a Writer’s Guild Award nominee.
From handcuffs to bumper stickers, to Filipinos’ love of Manny Pacquiao to voodoo priests and jet packs, this book is whimsical in every sense of the word. If you want to laugh and giggle, get the book and read it. It’s The Ridiculous Race by Steve Hely and Vali Chandrasekaran.
That was a long introduction to what I’m trying to get to.
I would like to thank the Government of Canada for donating so generously into the Tim Trying to Travel fund or T4 as its called in Spain, Morocco and the Easter Islands off the coast of Chile. Without its support, the hopes and dreams for the not-too-distant future would be postponed further to the closer-to-distant future.
While, my travels will probably lack handcuffs (hopefully) or voodoo priests, won’t start in Los Angeles, and won’t have restrictions on what type of aviation technology I can and can’t use, it will bring stories that I can only imagine while my nose is buried page-deep in a travel book.
