Personal Kindness Notes
.1. Once again, I find myself seated at my second favorite Bridgehead location, the one in Westboro Village, down the street from both my father’s apartment as well as T & R’s little home. The best thing about Bridgehead is they have a ton of outlets (plug ins?) all over the shop so that you can plug in your laptop and type away.
Have made the mistake of forgetting my earphones and so can’t listen to what I have staring at me; Aerosmith’s Greatest Hits looks terribly disgruntled to be a mere table top piece at the moment, pissed that it has been trumped by some brilliant Indian remixes playing overhead.
.2. Have had another whirlwind day today, and my body’s actually aching but I can’t seem to commit myself to going home and doing nothing….Why? Because Dr. Phil would call me a loser.
.3. A few days back, I happened to stumble on to Dr. Phil, who I’ve always avoided listening to because every time I see him, his fat little fingers are judgmentally pointing at the person in front of him. As I was attempting to escape from the hell of his making, I accidentally hit the Guide button on my remote control rather than the Next button and so was left with enough time to hear him say: “You are a loser”.
I was seated in my apartment alone and feared that Dr. Phil was looking into my living room. Paralyzed, I was left looking over both my left and right shoulders to confirm that I was in fact alone (I was, damn it). Left with no choice, I had to confirm that the Dr. wasn’t speaking to me.
Dr. Phil said (and please pay close attention): “There are two kinds of people in this world, Tom. There are the winners and there are the losers. Do you know what separates a Winner from a Loser, Tom?”
Camera pans to Tom, who is staring at his savior and in a state of near hysteria. Tom is going to cry because Dr. Phil just called him a Loser (the only thing missing was for Dr. Phil to make the gigantic ‘L’ sign on his forehead and in tandem point at Tom, and then break into his own rendition of “Show me the money!”) on national television.
Dr. Phil continued to wag his fat finger at Tom and finally said: “Winners DO, Tom.”
Tom fell to the floor, started wailing and slobbering while the camera panned over the audience who was all nodding in agreement, silently judging Tom the Loser.
Note to you: Tom did no such thing.
Note to you 2: Wouldn’t you want to break Dr. Phil’s finger if he did that to you? Mind you, if you’re psychotic enough to go on his show and air your dirty laundry, you may just be a Loser.
And the moral of this particular Random Note is that you should DO or else you’re a Loser, and so I have been DOING all over the place.
.4. There are those of us who DO and remain to be Losers; The woman who was doing all of Congress and then blogging about it, is one such prime example (her name escapes me, and I am not interested in getting sued).
.5. This morning, I was asked what sport I would like to take up, given the choice of all sports. I chose surfing because I am drawn to the water and there’s something about the culture of surfing that puts me at ease and makes me happy. Frankly, I haven’t met a surfer I didn’t love.
Point Break taught me that.
What’s the problem with this choice? I live in Ottawa and the only surfers I know don’t live in Ottawa. Besides, there are no ‘Learn How to Surf in the Privacy of Your Own Living Room’ videos.
Sometimes, it’s hard to have this kind of imagination.
.6. The man seated next to me looks like Charlotte’s Jewish husband who walks around naked and drops tea bags all over the apartment. Am kind of thrown by this man, though I adored Charlotte’s husband.
Note to you: Watch ‘Sex and the City’.
.7. I have always been drawn to the cello and have been flirting with the idea of taking cello lessons.
So as to escape the title of Loser from Dr. Phil, I am going to do my dandiest to start cello lessons in January.
Note to self: Shall become a brilliant cellist who wears killer heels as she plays the cello (because the cello was made to accentuate a woman’s heels) and Tamer Hagras will not be able to live without me, and so will call my father and 2ukhtubni. I will only be allowed to play cello for him. In heels.
.8. Immediately after I left you yesterday, I dropped into the fiction section of Chapter’s to see if they carried any of Winterson’s books (that I didn’t hold). Considering that I still had Lighthouse Keeping unopened, I wasn’t certain that I wanted to purchase another, but I did, because I am some kind of book monster at heart.
I picked her up and went down to the counter, and noticed two guys in red shirts giving people massages. Note: This is Chapter’s, not a spa.
When I was up to pay for Winterson, I asked the girl at the cash what was happening, and her response was: “They work here”, which struck me as odd, because they were massaging people…neither reading to them, nor dog-earing their books.
Needless to say, one of the young men giving the massage noticed the look of confusion on my face and asked if I wanted a massage (a sure-fire way to remove said look of confusion, no doubt).
I declined and asked him what he was doing and why, when I noticed what was written on the back of his t-shirt.
They were the Extreme Kindness crew, and a couple of years back these boys traveled all across Canada and committed random acts of kindness (my favorite being their random act of kindness in Montreal, because they all have Enrique Iglesias bodies). Their thing is to pay it forward, to make someone’s day, causing a chain reaction of random acts of kindness.
They’re brilliant. And they’re super hot and I can guarantee that they wouldn’t get away with half of what they did if they didn’t look like rock stars and/or extreme athletes. Check out their site (which needs to be updated severely) and read about them, they’ve got something good to say and something each of us should carry with us daily.
I chatted with Val, who told me I had a dynamic personality. That was his random act of kindness for Saturday.
Note to Val: Start that blog, already. I’ll link to you.
If you are a senior executive at Tim Horton’s, contact these boys and do a commercial with them; they represent what we hope is the Canadian spirit, and their little videos show us just how happy they are to be Canadian.
But if you are Tim Horton’s, keep your involvement in their affairs minimal and keep your grubby corporate hands in your own pockets; these boys do good, and should be left to do their own thing…with maximum sponsorship and minimal infringement and coercion from a corporation.
Same to the ‘I Am Canadian’ crew; These boys are the Canadian dream come true.
I have decided to link to them, because they’re on the right side.
Have made the mistake of forgetting my earphones and so can’t listen to what I have staring at me; Aerosmith’s Greatest Hits looks terribly disgruntled to be a mere table top piece at the moment, pissed that it has been trumped by some brilliant Indian remixes playing overhead.
.2. Have had another whirlwind day today, and my body’s actually aching but I can’t seem to commit myself to going home and doing nothing….Why? Because Dr. Phil would call me a loser.
.3. A few days back, I happened to stumble on to Dr. Phil, who I’ve always avoided listening to because every time I see him, his fat little fingers are judgmentally pointing at the person in front of him. As I was attempting to escape from the hell of his making, I accidentally hit the Guide button on my remote control rather than the Next button and so was left with enough time to hear him say: “You are a loser”.
I was seated in my apartment alone and feared that Dr. Phil was looking into my living room. Paralyzed, I was left looking over both my left and right shoulders to confirm that I was in fact alone (I was, damn it). Left with no choice, I had to confirm that the Dr. wasn’t speaking to me.
Dr. Phil said (and please pay close attention): “There are two kinds of people in this world, Tom. There are the winners and there are the losers. Do you know what separates a Winner from a Loser, Tom?”
Camera pans to Tom, who is staring at his savior and in a state of near hysteria. Tom is going to cry because Dr. Phil just called him a Loser (the only thing missing was for Dr. Phil to make the gigantic ‘L’ sign on his forehead and in tandem point at Tom, and then break into his own rendition of “Show me the money!”) on national television.
Dr. Phil continued to wag his fat finger at Tom and finally said: “Winners DO, Tom.”
Tom fell to the floor, started wailing and slobbering while the camera panned over the audience who was all nodding in agreement, silently judging Tom the Loser.
Note to you: Tom did no such thing.
Note to you 2: Wouldn’t you want to break Dr. Phil’s finger if he did that to you? Mind you, if you’re psychotic enough to go on his show and air your dirty laundry, you may just be a Loser.
And the moral of this particular Random Note is that you should DO or else you’re a Loser, and so I have been DOING all over the place.
.4. There are those of us who DO and remain to be Losers; The woman who was doing all of Congress and then blogging about it, is one such prime example (her name escapes me, and I am not interested in getting sued).
.5. This morning, I was asked what sport I would like to take up, given the choice of all sports. I chose surfing because I am drawn to the water and there’s something about the culture of surfing that puts me at ease and makes me happy. Frankly, I haven’t met a surfer I didn’t love.
Point Break taught me that.
What’s the problem with this choice? I live in Ottawa and the only surfers I know don’t live in Ottawa. Besides, there are no ‘Learn How to Surf in the Privacy of Your Own Living Room’ videos.
Sometimes, it’s hard to have this kind of imagination.
.6. The man seated next to me looks like Charlotte’s Jewish husband who walks around naked and drops tea bags all over the apartment. Am kind of thrown by this man, though I adored Charlotte’s husband.
Note to you: Watch ‘Sex and the City’.
.7. I have always been drawn to the cello and have been flirting with the idea of taking cello lessons.
So as to escape the title of Loser from Dr. Phil, I am going to do my dandiest to start cello lessons in January.
Note to self: Shall become a brilliant cellist who wears killer heels as she plays the cello (because the cello was made to accentuate a woman’s heels) and Tamer Hagras will not be able to live without me, and so will call my father and 2ukhtubni. I will only be allowed to play cello for him. In heels.
.8. Immediately after I left you yesterday, I dropped into the fiction section of Chapter’s to see if they carried any of Winterson’s books (that I didn’t hold). Considering that I still had Lighthouse Keeping unopened, I wasn’t certain that I wanted to purchase another, but I did, because I am some kind of book monster at heart.
I picked her up and went down to the counter, and noticed two guys in red shirts giving people massages. Note: This is Chapter’s, not a spa.
When I was up to pay for Winterson, I asked the girl at the cash what was happening, and her response was: “They work here”, which struck me as odd, because they were massaging people…neither reading to them, nor dog-earing their books.
Needless to say, one of the young men giving the massage noticed the look of confusion on my face and asked if I wanted a massage (a sure-fire way to remove said look of confusion, no doubt).
I declined and asked him what he was doing and why, when I noticed what was written on the back of his t-shirt.
They were the Extreme Kindness crew, and a couple of years back these boys traveled all across Canada and committed random acts of kindness (my favorite being their random act of kindness in Montreal, because they all have Enrique Iglesias bodies). Their thing is to pay it forward, to make someone’s day, causing a chain reaction of random acts of kindness.
They’re brilliant. And they’re super hot and I can guarantee that they wouldn’t get away with half of what they did if they didn’t look like rock stars and/or extreme athletes. Check out their site (which needs to be updated severely) and read about them, they’ve got something good to say and something each of us should carry with us daily.
I chatted with Val, who told me I had a dynamic personality. That was his random act of kindness for Saturday.
Note to Val: Start that blog, already. I’ll link to you.
If you are a senior executive at Tim Horton’s, contact these boys and do a commercial with them; they represent what we hope is the Canadian spirit, and their little videos show us just how happy they are to be Canadian.
But if you are Tim Horton’s, keep your involvement in their affairs minimal and keep your grubby corporate hands in your own pockets; these boys do good, and should be left to do their own thing…with maximum sponsorship and minimal infringement and coercion from a corporation.
Same to the ‘I Am Canadian’ crew; These boys are the Canadian dream come true.
I have decided to link to them, because they’re on the right side.
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