The Italian Stallion

After much buzz, intrigue, and talk of "smokescreens" in the sports media about the NBA Draft, the Raptors did exactly as they said they would do: select Andrea Bargnani. The discussion boards were rife with conspiracy theories and desperate attempts to break a big story (for example, Seattle's Earl Watson was seen buying a tie in Toronto!).

The most entertaining aspect of the hullabaloo is that General Manager Bryan Colangelo pretty much all along has said what he'd do and let everyone else second-guess, elaborate and obfuscate the situation. Then, he does as he said he would.

As a species, we like to overcomplicate things. Especially, if you're posting on bulletin boards and arguing about the maturity of people snickering at Rudy Gay's last name.

Oppressor of Korea

Tonight, a friend who's serving as a Mission Partner in Korea as a chaplain with Hanshin University in Seoul, returned with some students as part of a "mission trip". The group led a worship service in Mandaumin, a village on the outskirts of Sarnia, where he had served as a minister.

The worship outlined some of the country's painful history and the ongoing struggle for justice among a separated people. We sang Korean hymns and marvelled at the bravery of the students to present a drama in English, a very foreign tongue.

During the reception that followed, no fewer than 3 different people approached me with comments like "You've come a long way" or "You must be tired" or "Thank you" suggesting that they assumed I was one of the students. *Sigh*, I guess I wasn't surprised that happened. Disappointed, certainly. Did they not realize the only Asian guy with a shaved head was sitting in the pews and not leading up front?

I began to wonder if I should have collared up for the occasion or at least, put on my Lambton Presbytery nametag. My attempts to speak clearly and loudly about coming from Arkona, were for naught, because someone else wondered if I joined their troupe for tonight only. (At least I didn't get the ol' "your English is so good!").

I did not, however, think it helpful to declare my Japanese heritage, given that empire had oppressed Korea for 35 years until World War II.

The Ears Have It

Kai was supposed to have his one-year check up and immunizations today. He did go to the doctor and weighed in at 20 lbs. 3 oz., stretching out to 29" ("two-foot, five, eyes of brown / has anybody seen my guy?").

The immunizations were postponed until after his ear infection clears up. Yes, he apparently has an ear infection. Although, we knew he was not well; throwing up the contents of his morning bottle from coughing too much at 5:15 a.m. was our first clue.

Best Laid Plans

Shelley and I were supposed to have a lunch date today. My itinerary after morning Bible Study was to stop at home, check phone messages (because the cellphone was recharging), grab my baseball glove for my last visit with my Student Buddy, through Big Brothers.

That was the plan. I somehow was running late from Bible Study, and remembering the construction slow-downs on the road to Forest, I skipped going home so that I'd get to lunch only a little late.

Turns out I should have gone home. I arrive at the restaurant only to be told to call home. Rei was sent home from daycare due to a high fever and Shelley was waiting for me to get there so she could go back to work.

It could be a long week.

What Lies Beneath

There was a time when Kai loved jumping up and down when seated in the Exer-Saucer.

Not anymore.

Red Berries and Pink Eyes

This morning, Rei and I picked strawberries in nearby Sylvan. She enjoyed the experience and surprisingly, did not eat any in the field. Many have been consumed since.

This afternoon, daycare called Shelley with some concerns about Kai. Pink eye has been making its rounds and so to be safe, she took him to the doctor. We were assured that his goopy, crusty eyes were simply related to his cold. We can see Tooth #6 ready to break through, #7 is close behind.

Above the Crowd

It was a long night last night with Kai running a bit of a fever and experiencing some nausea. All of his ailments related to his teething (we think), combined with his cold (we know). Although the night was longer for Shelley who was on child duty so that I could be "fresh" for my Sunday morning obligations.

This afternoon was low-key; after lunch we were sprawled on the playroom floor, Rei peacably sucking on her fingers, Shelley and I grabbing some literal downtime. Kai was the tallest person in the room, sitting up attentively, playing with his toys and happily chirpping about this and that. It figures.

Return of "Machine Gun"

In my undergraduate days, there was a plant biology class that was co-taught by a grad student. She was from Eastern Europe and spoke with a heavy accent*. She also spoke very quickly and it was an ordeal trying to take notes and keep up. We called her "Machine Gun", her lectures were so rapid fire and haphazard.

One morning, while sitting front row-centre, I was fed up with the frenetic pace and my inability to keep pace. So I dramatically slammed my book shut and threw my pen across the room. I could (and still do) blame my hissy fit on my mood swings generated by elevated blood sugar levels in the lead-up to my diabetic diagnosis. Still, not my proudest moment as a scholar.

Shelley and I attended the wedding of a friend and colleague from university (who's also now on a tenure track in Windsor), and I was not sure that we'd know anyone there besides the groom. At the reception, I overheard some introductions and sure enough, Machine Gun was there. I was still too embarrassed to introduce myself, but was intrigued to learn that she married the professor of that course.

*I've recently been informed that linguistically, there is no such thing as "speaking with an accent"; however, lacking alternative means of conveying my intent, this inaccuracy will have to do.

Hasselhoff Retraction

With the Dallas loss and the corresponding disappearance of Dirk's play (thanks in no small part to the referees), I have to conclude that my Hasselhoff victory theory is unfounded.

Perhaps he's oversaturating himself in the media right now, rendering his ironic appeal useless. To this end, I present David Hasselhoff live in Berlin (if the moving lights of the jacket don't transfix you, the piano key scarf will):


And he decides if America's Got Talent?

In Mourning

It's been a couple days and the bad taste in my mouth still lingers from Miami's defeat of Dallas in the NBA Finals. Not that I begrudge Dwayne Wade his glory, or even Gary Payton his due. Heck, even Shaq has on me in his old age.

I appreciate and respect Alonzo Mourning's comeback from kidney disease and his ability to play at a high level with an admittedly great game 6. I cannot respect the fact that he weaseled and schemed his way out of playing for two teams, abusing Toronto for a $9 million buyout (that's right, Toronto paid him not to play for them...). Such behaviour sets a new standard for spoiled brat entitlement. Whatever happened to playing for the love of the game?

"Congratulations" Alonzo, you "deserve" it.

Solstice Celebration

Unlike our wedding 9 years ago, the day began with a thunderstorm. To mark the occasion, I had called our babysitter to watch the kids while we went out for a late supper at Grog's Pub & Grill.

I don't want to complain about the service on such a love-filled day, but there are certain idiosyncracies particular to that institution that we didn't know. Apparently, "pint of Guinness" sounds like "Heineken" and writing "*Jal. poppers" on the ordering note pad doesn't mean jalapeño poppers but broccoli & cheese ones. Also, "I'd like a glass of water too" needs to be repeated if you actually wish to receive a glass of water.

It was nice to get out and we were glad to "support" a local business (mind you, the food itself was well-priced and not undelicious and the selection of beverages was impressive). Although our plans for next year's anniversary have a decidedly more European flavour.

Work and Play

I had a lunch meeting in London to evaluate and debrief Youth Forum 2006, my last duty before "quitting" my involvement with that ministry.

I went to the hospital to renew my identification badge/credentials with the Spiritual Care department. I did some pastoral visiting and met a couple for a marriage preparation session.

My appointments were spaced out through the afternoon and there wasn't time to run back and forth to home so the long day in the big city also afforded me some time to do some errands and play some golf at Thames Valley.

A consequence of my big day away was missing out on an invitation to beer & basketball-on-a-big-screen.

Longterm Planning

Reiko informs me today, "When Hallowe'en comes, I want to be a bee costume!" No, she doesn't want to be a bee, but a bee costume.

That should be easy enough to arrange (we still have Happy Bee from 2004), but I question her willingness to wear it in 4 months time.

Easing In

So the first week back to work is in the books and it was as busy as I anticipated it would be. I preached 6 times (5 different sermons, only one re-broadcast) for a couple Cemetery Decoration Days, a funeral, a Presbytery meeting, a wedding, and the Sunday morning double.

This week seems more manageable at first glance, my quest for a weekly work routine continues...

Nya?

According to The Wiggles, "nya" is a noise naturally associated with swimming and all things aquatic:
"We're swimming / swimming at the pool/ Let's go swimming / water's oh-so cool ...

... Nya-nya! Nya-nya-nya-nya nya-nya!
Nya na-na-na-na-na-na na!
Nya-nya-nya-nya nya-nya! / Nya-nya-nya-nya!"

I don't get the connection either. Maybe it's an Aussie thing. (And yes, I watched the Wiggles' DVD with subtitles so I could be correct about the lyrics).

Two and Fro

The kids play so well together; especially when there's enough play equipment for both.

We're reaching new heights in recreation.

Acclamation

Well, I had a good run: 6 years before succumbing to the pressures of the Nomination Committee of Lambton Presbytery. Actually, it'll be 7 years before my installation as Presbytery Chair. Still, the powers that be caught up to me, and like most bodies of church governance, an actual election is rare. So I am now the acclaimed Chair-Elect; yes, I am that crazy.

For those who do not have the pleasure of Presbytery meetings, representatives of every church within a particular geographic region, oversees the work of those churches and can be a political hotbed of strife and complaining. All that being said, I do enjoy Presbytery and the "upper courts" of the church where I can see and shape the work and focus of the church beyond my own community.

Is becoming Chair a big deal? Well, as big of one as you care to make. I struggled with the top-down dynamic that a Chair reinforces, and resist the tokenism of having a young-ish visible minority as a Chair (not that I believe that is why I was nominated – something else that is only as big a deal as I care to make ...). But when I grumble and grump about how inefficient and pointless some of the discussions of the court are, I guess it's on me to be part of the solution.

So it's one more year of snickering in the peanut gallery, doing crosswords and Sudokus before I have to pay attention to the proceedings on the floor.

Reminiscences

Rei had a great day at daycare today, lately she's been chatting up a storm with her teachers. Today, she regaled her class with stories about our trip to St. John's, the ride on the plane. Tonight, she asked Shelley what her favourite part about the ferry was.

She asked if we could go to a hotel again some time. I asked what we'd do at a hotel and she replied, "We'd sleep in the BEDS!" The novelty of big, jump-able beds with a view of the TV won't easily wear off.

It makes me wonder what her earliest memory is. I can remember walking along the beach at the Pinery and having sand in my shoe; the pictures from that day are in the photo album, but I don't know how old I was. I remember going to Japan when I was 2 (standing out in the hallway at night while my futon/tatami was cleaned and rearranged because I wet the "bed"). Maybe it's a good thing that childhood is a blur sometimes.

Car Trip

After the memorial service this afternoon, and the accompanying luncheon, I came home to put away some laundry, wash some dishes and popped the carseats into the Fusion. After much tugging and yanking, those seats were anchored – wiggling the seat jostled the entire car. I've been to a couple carseat clinics and installed them enough times, that I know what I'm doing. (At least when it comes to Evenflo products).

To mark the occasion, we made a family outing to Strathroy for a fast food supper. En route, I realized this was the first time Shelley and I had been in the new car together; even our test drives were on separate days. I think we pushed our luck with the kids, attempting such an endeavour after a full day of daycare for both of them. We were treated to some backseat wailing, in stereo, on the way home.

Crabby Birthday

Today marked my official return to work from parental leave. Kai spent his first birthday at daycare and didn't sleep as much as he needed to, making him a rather cranky celebrant. Although he did perk up for birthday cake.


I zipped into the city and picked up two carseats, taking advantage of Sears' Surprise Sale, getting 10% off my purchase. I got the batteries replaced in my watches and did some CD shopping while I waited. Feist's "Let It Die" and Sufjan Steven's "Come on Feel the Illinoise" are now official additions to our musical soundscape.

Rei was very excited about the presents that were to be opened and actively encouraged her brother to see what else he received. She also enjoyed the empty carseat boxes.