Monday, February 6, 2012

Brave Beauty

My dear friend Clodagh once related to me something her mother once said, which I have taken to heart as I get older: "You have to be brave to be beautiful." And, as I sit in the relaxation area of the Synergy spa, impatiently awaiting the waxing technician - who is already 15 minutes behind schedule, I sheepishly reflect on the previous occasions on which I had follicles ripped by their roots from my increasingly fuzzy back. Not a terrible experience (as compared to passing a kidney stone, I suppose), but not nearly as pleasurable as a pedicure or massage.

With our annual Caribbean cruise vacation only a week away, beautification treatments - both pleasant and ferocious, are being squeezed into this week's already packed schedule of board meetings, doctor appointments, and last minute workouts. After all, there is no place to hide your flaws in a bathing suit.

To make the week even more exciting, I have to also fast and provide blood samples in advance of my annual physical exam. Although there will be time following my return home to have this done, I figured I would try to ace the "exam" now before the endless flow of cocktails, late nights, and eggs benedict bar take their toll on my liver and cholesterol.  Ahhhhh - good times ahead!

Following the appointment....
The folicular forest has been razed. Tiffany, my aesthetist, did a great job. I no longer have that lovely halo effect when backlit. Throughout the evening, my skin continues to feel oddly as if it were wet and my shirt clings to the newly denuded areas. But, if I am to live up to the standards of brave beauty as set forth so many years ago, I promise to face the inevitable itching that will soon follow with silent resolve and a stiff upper lip.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Seen and Heard: Out the Window

Someone got a new car! Not only has it been parked as far as possible from all other users of the parking deck this week, but it has also been parked across two parking spots - just in case...

If they are this careful about their car, albeit a very nice car, I can only imagine how carefully they treat things they really value.

View from the Office Breakroom - 10th Floor


Thursday, February 2, 2012

2012 - The Year of Clean(er) Floors

In the deep pile
I recently celebrated the 49th anniversary of my birth. The week between Christmas and New Years is a perfect place to hide your birthday if you want to discreetly celebrate. But, I do have family and friends who are quite good at remembering the date. I began my celebration the evening of December 29 at Tir na Nog (discovered a great local band Wylie Hunter and the Cazadores), where I kicked into high gear at midnight with a few shots generously provided by my favorite bartenders. The celebration continued the following evening with friends, culminating in a quite festive celebration of New Year's with Niki and Steve. So, for me, this year's birthday was a bit of an extended celebration punctuated throughout with well wishes by phone and Facebook.

To make the day even more special, some exceptionally generous family and friends also remembered my birthday with Amazon gift cards. For friends and family in far away places, these gift cards are my gifts of choice. You can get anything from Amazon and after the holidays, the shipping was free. I pooled together my gift cards and purchased a robotic vacuum (Roomba) as a means to stay on top of Roxy's continuous shedding. 

Alert? Looking for an escape plan? Or plotting revenge?
And, several weeks later, I am still thrilled with the purchase. 

Roxy on the other hand is not so happy that her afternoon nap time is promptly interrupted at 2:00 PM each weekday; however, I am very happy not to see tumbleweeds composed of white, fluffy hair rolling along the floor two days after I have cleaned the entire house. So, Roomba does a great job of maintaining the floors in a hair-free state during the week.



There have been a few times when Roomba has stranded itself in the deep pile area rug, or driving over the back of a chair support. I have rearranged a few pieces of furniture to clear its preferred paths a bit. I have also set up a virtual wall to keep Roomba from straying onto the area rug.

Since its arrival, I have been trying to come up with an appropriate name to bestow upon our new family member. A friend named his "Rosario," and while I appreciate the Will and Grace reference, I am afraid that there is something just a little too stereotypical in that choice. I was thinking perhaps "Rosie," which was the name of the Jetson's robotic maid, but that sounds a little too close to Roxy. Then I had a brainstorm - how about Robby from Lost in Space? Robby Roomba.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Thoughts from the Octagon

Ow, ow, ow, ow

Today was my fourth day back in the gym and I have been sticking to my 2012 resolution of hitting the gym in the morning before work. I have also been taking a few aerobic classes at night to get myself back into shape following the holidays. Tonight I took a body combat class followed by a core strengthening class.


A few thoughts occurred to me over the hour:
  • I punch like a girl. A real girlie-girl - not like the highly trained, tough women in this class who have wicked upper cuts and lightning fast jabs.
  • I kick as if I am in a chorus line, but not as gracefully.
  • The abdominal muscle I grew over the holidays is big, but not very strong.
  • I feel as if I were beat and kicked to within an inch of my life by Elena - our muscular, Russian, female instructor.
  • There is already pain - so there must be some gain.
  • Five more weeks to get this body back in shape. There is no place to hide flab in a bathing suit on board a cruise ship. And, my people are very judgmental - you know who you are....

Ow, ow, ow, ow....

From the Lists: #48 & 49: A Little DH Lawrence Anyone?

1st Edition
I continue my effort to make it through the list of 100 Best English-Language Novels of the 20th Century and D. H. Lawrence comes in at both #48 and #49. Oddly, other entries on the list that include multiple books in a series are presented as a single entry (#70 The Alexandria Quartet, #23 The USA Trilogy, #57 Parade's End). In this case, The Rainbow and Women in Love are listed separately. Perhaps the reason for this is Lawrence's radically different approach to describing the various forms of love in each.

Many of Lawrence's novels are devoted to the exploration of love outside the bounds of popular romantic Victorian novels. As such, The Rainbow (1915) was initially banned and printed copies were burned in the UK due to the frank discussion of sexual fulfillment and its importance (primacy) in relationships. The three generations of Brangwens introduced in this work, do not find themselves in particularly happy or romantic love matches. Instead, their relationships are based mainly on grudging respect, desire, and physical satisfaction. Mind you, there is no cheating, adultery, or other shenanigans presented in the text, but the idea of relationships based purely on physical needs was evidently insulting to the prim British reading public of the time. By today's standards, this work is extremely tame; however, the suggestive use of "verdant, fecund, turgid, pulsating, and burning" language when describing the mundane lives of these characters can be quite entertaining.

Women in Love (1921) picks up with the two oldest Brangwen daughters, Ursula and Gudrun, and their love interests, Rupert and Gerald. The girls fall in love at first sight with the two male characters. The men, on the other hand, are oblivious and seem to be just a bit (a lot, really) in love with each other. Some critics have suggested that this novel was intended to be Lawrence's "gay" novel, but due to the public outcry following the release of The Rainbow (i.e. bonfires), he dialed back the relationship between the two men. Where the previous novel explored physical love, this novel focuses on the various ideals of love each character strives to fulfill:
  • Ursula wants to be cherished as the center of her husband's attention
  • Gudrun is an artist who thinks she wants a powerful domineering lover only to discover that she feels smothered in his presence
  • Rupert is looking for a separate but equal love, similar to the love he feels for his best friend Gerald (see sexy, naked wrestling scene - WOOF)
  • Gerald enjoys the attentions of everyone, but feels pressure to settle down with a woman in order to fulfill his role as the eldest son of local gentry. 
Obviously, the story's tension arises from the mismatched couples - a little girlfriend swapping or a simple threesome would solve all their problems. Actually, Rupert does suggest the threesome option to Gerald - who ultimately refuses. In my opinion, the subject matter of this novel is much racier than that of the previous work. It is possible that the British public lost some of its Victorian innocence following the hardships of WWI and was more open to exploring love in all its myriad forms.

Recommendation: It is not necessary to read both books as each stands on its own merits. They are both relatively easy reads, but there is quite a bit of internal dialog and soul searching as each character navigates through their desires, emotions, hopes, and personal inventories in search of companionship and happiness. The Rainbow does not appear to have much of a defined story arc other than an extended family history of turbulent lusty relationships. Women in Love is more traditionally limited in its plot, but quite modern in its treatment of the subject matter. If you only have time for one - I suggest Women in Love.

PS - Women in Love is coming up soon in my Netflix queue. It received a slew of awards in 1968. I am really interested in seeing how the director presents the subject matter. With that said, I think that there were many more movies with challenging subjects produced in the late 1960s and early 1970s before the advent of super-quick film cuts and inexpensive special effects (for example The Graduate, The Godfather, Last Tango in Paris, Lolita, Midnight Cowboy, The French Connection, Chinatown, etc.).

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Holiday Hangover

2012 Hangover Recovery Kit - New Year's Eve Party Gift
Tuesday was my first day back to work following the holidays. In order to get an early start on my 2012 resolutions, I was up at 6:00 AM and at the gym by 6:30 for my first workout of the new year. It was cold and dark, but unlike the after work hours, the gym was pretty sparsely populated - just the early morning usual suspects. I was home by 8:00 and in the office all shiny and clean by 9:00 and I was in a great mood.



The day started with the normal holiday stories and recap. As I looked back at all of my holiday events, I realized that my goal of constructive boredom was not actually realized:
  • Dec 24 - Christmas celebration with extended family
  • Dec 25 - Christmas celebration with friends (thanks Janice and Greg for hosting), night with the pub bitches - everyone was there!
  • Dec 26 - Christmas celebration with immediate family (hosted by my sister - well done!)
  • Dec 27 - My Dinner Party
  • Dec 28 - Recovery from Dinner Party and retail therapy
  • Dec 29 - Laser hair removal, lunch with my sister and nieces at the mall, shopping with my nieces at another mall.
  • Dec 30 - Shopping for my birthday followed by birthday celebration with friends at the pub
  • Dec 31 - Dinner with Clodagh and Jerry followed by a few drinks - then Niki and Steve's Awesome New Years Eve Party
  • Jan 1 - Sleep late, meet Rafe and Patricia for New Year's Day lunch at Beasley's (awesome food and I got to meet celebrity chef Ashley Christensen!) De-Christmas the condo, clean condo
  • Jan 2 - Take decorations to Dad's for storage followed by long lunch with Dad in far away Spring Hope, reseal shower, finish laundry, tidy up for beginning of work week.
  • Jan 3 - Back to work

After a bit of thought, I may have to reconsider what retirement could be like. First, I will need to arrange for my new, portable liver to be constructed because this party schedule brought tears to the liver I was born with.  Secondly, I did not accomplish nearly as much as I intended, so a strict schedule will be required. Thirdly, I am going to need a lot more money.

On the bright side, my party muscles have been properly stretched and exercised, so there was no need for the 2012 hangover survival kit so generously provided by Niki and Steve. Now I just need to stay focused on the other muscles to prepare for my next big adventure - a Caribbean cruise scheduled for February with my best buddies - John and Jay.

Happy 2012 to you all!

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Goodbye 2011 - Hello 2012

This morning, as I was lying in bed wondering if everyday of my 49th year was going to feel like a hangover, I reflected on the past year and started thinking about the year to come. One nice thing about having a birthday at the butt end of the year is that the retrospective holiday special includes all twelve of the previous months.

2011 was a year of travel beginning with our yearly Caribbean cruise in February with John and Jay from Fort Lauderdale, as well as with friends from Chicago, Germany, England, and other far-flung parts of the world. The ports were pretty boring in themselves this time out, but we kept busy with massages, excursions (ATV tour, zip lines, and Mayan ruins), parties, dinners, and trips to the shipboard clinic for John's crushed finger. This was followed by a trip to Chicago over Memorial day, an unexpected trip to Asia to visit the branch of the family taking root on the other side of the world, and a Thanksgiving excursion to visit John and Jay.

2011 was also a year of huge work projects as well as several large organizational changes that have left me feeling a bit rudderless. I was chatting with Alex last night and told him changes with my job were slowly sucking away my mojo - of course that comment could also be due to the end of the year blues, the slow progression of the years, or the gathering gravitational force of my sofa. Nonetheless, besides the several end of year trips I have taken, I have been quite the homebody over the past six months - early to bed, early to rise, and mostly hangover-free....

At Christmas dinner, my dear friend Clodagh asked everyone at the table about their new year resolutions. Since I had not started thinking of them as yet, I came up with the boring response of working to be more frugal while still maintaining my semi-fabulous lifestyle - hence my frenzy of retail therapy to close out 2011 - a boy has to shop after all!

This morning, between the pulsation of PBR-induced head pains, I conducted a more thorough inventory of the things I would like to work on in the coming year.
  1. Break out of my comfort level and take more risks (career choices, relationships, spiritually)
  2. Pay off my car by July (two years early) and increase my emergency fund by $5000
  3. Have no credit card debt at the end of the year (The trip to Asia slammed my budget, I have two more big trips planned, but there are no regrets on that account)
  4. Read at least 10 more of the 100 best English-language novels of the 20th century (only 31 to go)
  5. Rearrange my work schedule to go to the gym in the morning before arriving in the office
  6. Spend more time with cherished friends and make the effort to cultivate new friendships
  7. Have at least two fully planned and executed parties for friends and family
  8. Plan "Glenn days" for body and soul replenishment
  9. Say "I love you" more often - but only when I mean it

It is going to be a busy year! Stay tuned.

Here's to wishing you all a very happy, healthy, and prosperous 2012.
Much love,
Glenn