Monday, October 24, 2011

Monday's Musings

I try to keep up with everything oilsands, but it seems to just keep tumbling in a vicious circle.

Someone doesn't like the oilsands because they aren't green friendly, so then we (government and oilsands representatives) become huffy and defensive.
Now the EU is discriminating against our 'dirty' oilsands and we are criticizing their lack of knowledge regarding other countries oilsands.
Well, I'm not quoting anything or going fact for fact, but this is all I have so far.

I don't know the great in's and out's, or the little details, but if I was to throw out a plan I would say that the oilsands are making money.
Yes, it's a finite resource, but can we not use money from said finite resource to invest in alternatives?
Sure, it would be a conflict of interest, but if the company investing, has a hand in the alternatives when they become viable, then they could move their company in a new direction, with a whole new future.

Basically all I'm saying is yes, we need to plan ahead, but with all the planning ahead, as a society there is not a whole lot of focusing and fixing the now. Without focus on the now it's really hard to progress smoothly into the future.

So with the oilsands working, use them to their fullest and exploit them to invest in other 'greener' and long-term projects.

I still have problems with the protests against the Keystone XL pipeline. This would be creating countless jobs for a US economy that should basically start looking for work and help where ever it can find it.

Sure it could be short-term work for some, not a life-time career, but it's a step in the right direction. It could possibly help whole towns get back on their feet.

That is rant number one.

Onto a more topical note, Halloween!
Halloween is my favourite holiday.
So I will share with you this lovely article about candy. More specifically, which candy is better.
I choose tootsie rolls, hands down.
Happy Haunting!


Wednesday, October 19, 2011

I can rationalize anything.

I have one routine. In the shower, I shampoo my hair, rinse it out, put conditioner in, then I wash my face before I rinse out the conditioner.

That, is my only routine.

I don't know why, but as many times as I've tried to start a routine, or have tried to go about my day in a certain way, it just doesn't come together.

Could be that I'm a little flighty in the memory sector, so I always forget. Or that I'm very much a fan of sleeping in until the last possible second before I work.

At one point I do remember having a morning routine. Wake up, fall out of bed (literally, I was sleeping in a top bunk with no rail), and go start the coffee. Shower, put on face, wrestle with hair, grab coffee, and go.

It wasn't so much a routine as the necessity of getting stuff together before I made it out the door. It's not uncommon for me to shut the car door, realize I'm missing either my phone, keys, or something more important and have to run and find it.

On the flip side though, I don't really mind just going through my lists and getting them polished of in a different way every time. I like a little bit of unpredictable in my day. Not too much though, because I'm sure life has lots it would love to throw at me, and I'm fairly certain it's not all pleasant. Like say a leaky tire, on the week I start coaching every night. Unpredictable.

I really don't think a routine matters so much unless it hinders the process. I know my process works just fine, as long I write everything down (so I know what I'm doing) and schedule it (so I know when I'm doing).

It could be the other way around though, too much routine, such as when working or coaching, makes it necessary to be a little spastic in the rest of my life. Then it's all about balance.

Seems to me that my lack of routine is healthy. I'm not a drill sergeant, I like me a little spontaneity, keeps the heart rate up, not knowing how or when I'm going to accomplish my list.

When all is said and done, I might not be very organized, but I have balance, and that is healthy. Helps maintain my fragile hold on sanity.