Author: Adi
“Whose side are you on?”
“She’s my daughter. You’re my wife. Let’s remember what’s important here. That there’s a football game on”.
Jay & Gloria, in a modern family
“My husband was an editor at the New York Times, so he’d work really late nights, and I’d sometimes get lonely. So I started letting this tomcat into our house everyday. But my husband was horribly allergic to cats, so right before he’d get home, I’d let the cat back out again. But one night it was raining so hard that I refused to let the cat out, and my husband stayed up all night sneezing. And that’s how I got a puppy!”
The real waste in our bathrooms
It is hard to find something that we actually got right in the modern bathroom. The toilet is too high (our bodies were designed to squat), the sink is too low and almost useless; the shower is a deathtrap (an American dies every day from bath or shower accidents). We fill this tiny, inadequately ventilated room with toxic chemicals ranging from nail polish to tile cleaners. We flush the toilet and send bacteria into the air, with our toothbrush in a cup a few feet away. We take millions of gallons of fresh water and contaminate it with toxic chemicals, human waste, antibiotics and birth control hormones in quantities large enough to change the gender of fish.
You know how they say that when you’re dying, you’re supposed to go toward the light? Well, when I thought I was dying, the light was moving further and further away.
World’s most football mad country made to protest *against* hosting the biggest celebration of football there is. That’s how good (evil) FIFA is!
FIFA – Making even Brazil hate football, since 2014.
Love can only take you so far…
“My first marriage lasted ten years.”
“What happened?”
“A wise man once told me: ‘Religious ideology set aside, a relationship needs two things to survive: sex and money.’
And mine didn’t have much of either.”
Black is the new black.
Really brings out the colours, doesn’t it?
Empty
Slept late. Woke up (relatively) early.
Realised didn’t have any business cards left for today’s meeting. Sat down and coded a simple, QR-code based, mobile-first web page to use as business card. Satisfactory result, but late for appointments.
Sent a few documents to print, to the home office printer. Error: out of ink. Running out of time, run upstairs, replace cartridges, send print job again. Successful, but should’ve used a better quality paper. Don’t have any of that at home. Running late, so this’ll have to do.
Take the dangerous, heavy traffic A-road into town, to try and make up some time.
Reach in super quick time, to realise I’ve missed the train by 1 min. 16 min wait for the next one.
Take cab inside London to make up time. Reach just in time. Anxious, but glad.
3 missed calls from mom. Can’t talk to her.
2 prospects at top of my list disappoint. Another is too busy to properly connect. 1 high priority one, and 4 medium priority ones turn out good. Really good. Make the rush worth it. Even though I wasn’t at my best.
Walk through Brick lane, and Spitalfields market. Been a while since I visited these parts. Take a bus back to Waterloo. Best way to see these parts of London.
Long wait for the bus. I’m tired. Sleepy.
Get on the bus, and it starts pouring outside. Lucky.
Pick up a coffee, and splurge on a chocolate muffin for the train ride back.
Catch up with twitter on the train ride. Turns out it’s mother’s day in rest of the world. That explains those missed calls.
Back home. Play sessions with Chewie to drain out any remaining energy from the body.
Get to know that someone very close has been diagnosed with a tumour in the prostate. It’s very early stage, and I’m assured nothing serious. Knocks my heart out.
Doze off midway through replay of Women’s tour highlights.
Partner wakes me up just as Vos & Bronzini sprint to the line.
Can’t sleep now. Even if at very early stage, it’s still a tumour. I can’t afford to lose this person.
Not just another day
Snapped at boy after he went barking due to some neighbourhood activity at crazy o’clock. He got the message and came licked me clean, hugged and slept off.
I didn’t (couldn’t). Carried the day on 2 hours of sleep.
Spent more time driving around Guildford to drop off the boy at his day care, than the train took to get from Guildford to London.
Knocked up Brompton, heavy legs after last evening’s run intervals, and wicked wind didn’t help with ride to old street.
Attended 3 really good sessions with Campus Edu.
Met 2 new prospects at Campus London.
Sister got a job after an year relaxing at home.
Giro started.
Marianne Vos won the stage and overall lead at Women’s Tour.
Partner was delighted to discover that her pension is managed by Friends Life, sponsors of the Women’s Tour.
Sister’s job is in London. I’ll get to meet her more frequently. Theoretically. Hopefully.
About to eat pulled pork nachos.
Knackered. Happy. Excited.
It wasn’t just another day.