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November 29, 2002 Friday

Snow Ride

The morning rush hour looked terrifying - snow, slush, sub-zero temperature and strong winds. It'll be my second bike commute since I had surgery and I'm debating if I should just ride the TTC. Thinking....nah! Hammer down!

Fully masked and covered with no square inch of flesh exposed, I mounted my helmet light and handlebar light on my road bike. I was off. No sh**t. It's one scary ride. The road was slippery with cars/buses running pass my side. There was a strong side wind threatening to push me sideways towards the cars. In some instances, confidence was extremely low, I had to bike on the sidewalk.

I made it in one piece. That commute gave me more jolt than an extra large java at Starbucks could hit me with.

Asian Legend

As Fridays would have it, the Team went to the usual hangout: Asian Legend. While Jun was with us, Wendy wasn't. Usually, the two of them do the ordering. They would point to something in the menu and debate loudly (in Chinese) you would think they're fighting. It's only a telltale sign good food will be served. While the today's choices were good, without Wendy doing part of the ordering, it's like Lennon writing a song without the collaboration of McCartney...or Jagger without Keith. The absence of synergy can be felt.


An officemate whom I'm persuading to barter me her flute with, brought her flute along for me to use over the weekend.

While playing flute has always fascinated me, it isn't as much that as being able to play my favourite Jethro Tull tune on the flute that motivates me into learning how to play it. I've framed an image in my mind for the longest time and it's high time I put effort into making it a reality:

climbing up the steepest summit on my mountain bike with a flute strapped across my back. A huge boulder sits on the summit overlooking a valley and a river. I climb up the rock, assume a lotus pose and play Bourrèe on a flute while the sun gently sets on the quaint village below.

It's been so long I can't even remember how that image came to be...or if I actually been to such a summit. It's possible I've visualized that scenery in one of my readings while tripping on Jethro Tull music. I think my yoga added the lotus pose to that imagery. It's interesting to see it evolve.

A former classmate from my French language course once asked me,"What would you like to do now that would haunt you 20 years from now if you don't do it?". addition to crossing the bridge and doing the jump on my mountain bike, playing Bourrée on that summit definitely counts as the third.


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