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February 17, 2008

Lavabo inter innocentes manus meas.


Given that the whole point of this blog is for me to just put down my random thoughts it is rather strange that someone as hyperactive as myself can actually sit here without having any focussed thoughts. The key word being “focussed” as I have many thoughts going through my mind now.

We spent much time at work today engaged in an animated discussion about Democratic race in the US. Inevitably, the subject also turned to race.  I am not a US citizen, thankfully, so I can sit happily with my Irish and Canadian passports and feel no responsibility for the numerous stupid things they have done. I do, however, have my preferences in terms of what I would like to see happen in the upcoming US elections. I would prefer Hillary  Clinton to be the democratic candidate for president and I would also like the Republicans to be kicked into the political cellar. Any party that chooses a leader who can say the words “I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully” deserves whatever it gets.

I do not share the enthusiasm of my colleagues for Barack Obama who they see as the ideal choice. Perhaps I am missing something but I don’t recall Obama saying one thing of substance so far in his campaign. Sure he is slick and articulate but I really don’t think talk is what the US needs now. Hillary has proven herself to be a tough contender and I vividly recall her brave but failed attempt to implement drastic changes in the US health care system when Bill was in office. The fact she stood her ground and remained stoic in public through the ridiculous Lewinsky episode says volumes. Also, and this is a bit on the petty side, Obama strikes me as a bit glib and his eyes are just a wee bit too shifty for my liking. What puzzles me is the insistence of my colleagues that my views are based on the fact that Obama is black. When I ventured to observe, that like me, most of my family, and Tiger Woods, he is decidedly mixed I was quickly informed that the fact he looks black makes him black. Who knew?  My dislike for Obama is more than skin deep I can assure them. There is that strange divide in even Trinidad society that even i feel uncomfortable crossing – the racial divide. I don’t think twice about race but apparently it means a lot in terms of group identification to a lot of people. Given my penchant for speaking my mind I often have to  flee certain discussions knowing I would probably be beaten to death for my none-too-subtle views.

Turning my thoughts to other things now I want to talk about a comment my Cousin Peggy ( author of Jahajin) left on my blog entry yesterday which provides food for thought.  Because I maintain two versions of this blog I will include the comment here:

“ The dislike of gays is one of those irrational things that prove that people are still beasts at heart.  The same people who howl about the world becoming overpopulated can have a serious problem with the existence of ingenious souls who have found a way to live happily every after at the top of the food chain without adding to world problems (and without feeling deprived either). It seems to me that gayness is one of the kindest options Mother Nature and Evolution have supplied us with.And not all that different from those of us boring straights who have only one child (or none at all).  There comes a point, when we are done with the mindless struggle for existence, when we should turn our minds to being a little bit imaginative.And that would include wondering about one’s orientation.  How many people live straight lives because they have never really thought about what they wanted in a relationship?The word ‘tolerance’ is bad in a slogan, but it is at the root of the struggle for Human Rights.  That is, you don’t have to LIKE the other guy, but you must refrain from killing him, or beating him up, or denying him a job.  Face it, most of us are not likeable…”

Peggy is not someone who thinks on a standard level and I always value her take on things. I don’t have a fundamental problem with anything in her comment and, maybe it is in the genes, I generally find I agree with her. Typical me that I will concentrate on the last bit of her last sentence.

It is true that most of us, those rats who refuse to follow the piper are definitely not likeable. I have long ago come to terms that my personality is such that people either appreciate me ( an estimated 10%) or want to avoid me like a politician would a polygraph ( 80%). The remainder tend to regard me the way we regard crocodiles in a zoo…with a mixture of fascination and revulsion. I am generally happy with this situation as I figure it weeds out undesirables. Of course, I am also painfully aware  that it may also weed out some desirables but such is life. We are all both the beneficiaries and victims of our own personalities.

I cannot count the times that someone has come up to me and said “but I always thought you were such a jerk” or “when i was first introduced to you I thought you were so standoffish and distant”. It is the eternal story of first encounters and how we protect ourselves. I tend to hide shyness around new people with an armour of  silence and disinterest. It is hardly a surprise that some take this for elitism or arrogance. There is some consolation to be had from knowing that I cannot possibly be the only person thus afflicted.Sometimes I wonder if my tendencies in that area have alienated people who might have been important parts of my life or even THE important part. There must be a whole slew of us who wonder if we have sailed past possibly  important people simply because our inherent character traits pushed them away in our wake.

On the good side, those same people could also have been the iceberg to our Titanic. 100_4449.jpg

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February 17, 2008

Night Off

Just got back in after being with friends for an evening after work. It is now 1:55am and I have work in the morning so I shall dismiss any attempt to post an actual entry and summarize my day today in point form.

  •  Planned to go to the gym this morning but woke up late because of the sleeping pills.
  • Called the office to check on things, had several coffees and then drove to work.
  • Scrounged for stories and added a story about the Boissiere House to the lineup.
  • Managed to get a hold of Nicholas Laughlin via Facebook and assigned the story.
  • Thought of the house being torn down and got quite irate.
  • Returned a DVD to the store, got two more and drive back to work ( total elapsed time: 15 minutes).
  • Newscast was completed by 5:00pm
  • Giselle and Wong went home and I killed time before reading the news by reading news on the internet and trying to figure out what my editor in New York meant by “planner”.
  • Put on jacket and makeup and went into studio to read the news at 6:20pm.
  • Heard my cue, watched the monitor for the news opening and saw only black.
  • Muttered ” i am not seeing anything” through the talkback.
  • heard Director say “oh shit!” and sat there looking at my script.
  • Much scrambling in my earpiece and then was told we have a computer problem.
  • Told the Director to call the tech person and then sat there hearing lots of noises in my earpiece.
  • Finally heard the Director ask me if we should start the news at 7pm should we get things fixed and could I please call the CEO and the IT guys ( which I assumed correctly  meant I could get out of the chair).
  • Tried to reach the CEO..no luck…got the IT guy though
  • Went downstairs to see the Director under the console looking desparate at which point the IT guy seized control of the system by remote access and fixed whatever it was.
  • Told the Director that I refused to answer another viewer calling on the phone to ask when our news was going to start and we were going to start as soon as I threw myself back in the chair.
  • Threw myself back in the chair and started the newscast at 6:53pm.
  • Finished the news and drove home to relax..arrived home at 7:58pm.
  • Sit down. Grab a dinner of leftovers. Phone rings. It is Robin saying our friend Alvin II who is visiting from the US would be in town in 1/2 hour. 
  • Asked what that had to do with me.
  • Was told we ( Peter, Naz, Robin, Alvin II and myself) were going to dinner at The Verandah for 9pm before the kitchen closes..
  • Cursed on the phone and told Robin I hate this kind of mad rush and I would let him know.
  • Despite myself I was in the Mondeo and heading to pick up Robin by 8:40pm.
  • Picked up Robin and continued to The Verandah.
  • Sat waiting a few minutes for everyone else to arrive.
  • Drank 2 diet cokes.
  • They arrive and we are seated. I already ate so I just order another diet coke and a bowl of soup.
  • Grab a ciggy outside with Alvin II ( nice to see him again btw).
  • Dinner is almost over and Peter starts to feel ill and heads to the bar to lie down.
  • We continue to eat until we remember he is ill. Naz checks on him then me.
  • I encourage him to go and lie down in his car outside. Dinner is hastily ended and Naz and Peter head home to convalesce.
  • I ask A II if he would like to go out befor eI drop him back to P&N’s where he is overnighting before returning to his family in Fyzabad. He says yes. Amazingly, Robin says he will come along ( like he has a choice since I drove).
  • Call Binky to find out that he and Alvin I are at Alvin I’s club..so we head there.
  • The five of us stand there chatting for a couple of hours while I drink diet cokes. I discover that spraying Listerine pocket fresh in my mouth before sipping is almost like having a rum and coke.
  • Alvin II, Robin and I look at each other and determine that at 1am it is time to leave.
  • We get in the Mondeo and I drop Alvin II up to Ft. George followed by Robin back to Maraval. 
  • Leaving Robin’s place I run into a 4-way police checkpoint.
  • The officer is  very polite and as I show them my Insurance and DP he reminds me that my insurance is expiring next week. I tell him that I know and just had my car undergo the useless inspection so i can renew it.
  • He says “enjoy your night sir” and off I go.
  • Continue on to Cascade where I park the car and come upstairs still wired from diet coke.
  • Open the laptop to write an entry despite my better judgment.
  • Omar is online so we chat for a bit and I tell him that his company was missed this evening though I understand he is drained.
  • Get bored of typing to him. Call on the phone. Tell him I may skip the blog entry tonight. He says “well, the world won’t end”.
  • I agree and ring off.
  • I proceed to type the last 902 words. 
  • It is now 2.19 am and I have work in the morning. 
I just realized I like this sort of machine gun entry but I recognize it must be annoying to read. Suits the way my mind works though.
 
Nite nite.