Things in Spain are moving quickly

Note that I’m no longer talking about visas, or about my preparations to move, but rather about the AVE, the Spanish high-speed train, which today (February 20 when I started this post) made its first runs between Barcelona and Madrid. I can’t wait to get to Barcelona, and at some point to give this thing a try — I love zippy trains.

Today’s first-ever commercial departure, packed with more journalists and television crews than regular passengers, left Estació Sants on time (6am), and arrived at Madrid’s Estación Atocha early…a good start! And they run every hour until 9pm (with four per hour during peak hours!), so it’s really going to be moving a lot of people, and quickly. It takes under 2 hours and 40 minutes, moving (for most of the trip) at 300 km/h. The prices are not bad, either (I can only imagine how much such a thing would cost in Canada — just a regular Mtl-Ottawa train can be more expensive than a cheap AVE ticket Bcn-Madrid!). It will definitely shake up the domestic air market, with perhaps six million people expected to use this new route in 2008.

Unlike those ads that used to run on TV here, I can’t go point at the AVE and say: “That’s a Bombardier!” In fact, some of the AVE trains in the RENFE system are made by our Montreal friends, but the ones running on the Bcn-Madrid line are the S/103s, made by Siemens; a train that has the world record for fastest unmodified commercial service trainset (yes, faster than the Japanese Shinkansen, because their record was using a test model). Of course, for a whole range of comfort/maintenance/safety reasons, they won’t run it over 300km/h, even though they could technically go over 400km/h.

Now, if they can figure out a way to keep the Sagrada Familia or Casa Milà from collapsing into an underground tunnel, they hope to open new track all the way to the French border in 2009 (2010, anyone?). There’s been lots of controversy about where it should route under — or around — the city. Last year, many balconies in the Sagrada Familia area had big sheets hanging out, painted with: “AVE per litoral” or “AVE=Carmel”, indicating a few alternatives the locals would prefer (essentially, on one side or the other of the neighbourhood).

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Noticias nuevas, por una vez…

Time for a short but sweet quiz… What is 2008?

International Year of the Potato?
International Year of Sanitation?
International Year of Languages?
International Year of Planet Earth?
International Year of the Reef?
Chinese Year of the Rat (starting February 7)?
European Year of Intercultural Dialogue?

Well, yes, actually it’s all of those things. But, it also looks like it may be the International Year of Me Moving to Spain (pending official UNESCO designation). I found out a short time ago that — after all this waiting (more than seven months for something that’s supposed to take three or at most four) — my visa has been approved (in a spirit of Intercultural Dialogue, perhaps?).  I need to contact the consulate tomorrow to see what the details and timeline are, but basically…I guess I’m in the Spanish club.  Or will be, soon enough.  Por fin.

Of course, now that the stress of waiting is over, the stress of totally reorganizing my life begins.  A new adventure awaits!

But the best news of all is that, when people inevitably ask me: “So, have you heard anything about your visa?”, I can actually respond with an answer they haven’t heard before.  ”Yes!  And it’s: ‘Yes!’”

P.S. Interestingly enough, my first-ever trip to Spain was exactly three years ago…isn’t life funny, sometimes?

P.P.S. Also funny was that I was having my teeth cleaned at the dentist’s office, practically next door to the consulate, when they phoned and left the happy message on my machine. And, this afternoon (before I discovered the message), I was on the verge of booking a short trip to Spain for a visit…just as well I held off on clicking that tempting “buy” button.

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The meaning of life

I’ve been doing some soul-searching, I guess, these past few weeks. Waiting for a visa (yes, still) does that to you. Also, I suppose my previous post (about life and death) reflects my mood: thinking about what’s really important. And so, without further ado, here is…(drumroll, please)…the meaning of life. I suppose I ought to capitalize the ‘M’ and the ‘L’, respectively, but I’m not convinced this is my “final answer”. So, this is the lower-case meaning of life, according to me. This morning’s version, at least. And, no, it’s not forty-two. As always, your mileage may vary.

Okay, now these are the important bits, so I will capitalize them…

  • LOVING
  • LEARNING
  • LAUGHING (aka BEING HAPPY; aka Being present; aka Experiencing the joy of the moment)

(Easier said than done, you may say? Well, that may be true, but it’s also true that these are done by doing, not by saying.)

I think it’s all about the heart. Loving, learning and laughing from the heart, not from the brain. For example, while I do find book learning and gaining new knowledge rewarding, it’s the experiential learning – doing things, seeing places, meeting people – that is even more satisfying. To me, that’s more of the heart than the mind.

So what makes life worth living? I think it’s our “Aha!” moments that hold the key. And when do these moments happen, for me? At first, I struggled to think of a few cases, but soon the ideas began flooding in. It turns out: a lot of things! Here are a few examples, and all of the following can be classified into one or more of the categories above: Loving, Learning and Laughing.

  • Being in nature. Rising out of the trees to witness an unexpected vista. Feeling that I’m one tiny part of a vast landscape. Experiencing the beauty of the natural world: thundering ocean waves; towering mountains; subtle-hued deserts; ancient forests; living, speaking ice; everchanging cloud formations; sunrise and sunset; elusive meteors; auroras and the humbling stars. Rain and the sunshine; the caress of the most gentle breeze and the whipping of a gale that leaves me breathless.
  • Attending celebrations, the coming together of people to honour a marriage, a birth, a death. Or simply being with good friends, for no reason other than to enjoy each other’s presence, to reconnect our separate lives.
  • Singing with others; playing an instrument in a group; playing with children, hearing them laugh and seeing life anew, as they see it for the first time.
  • Receiving the gift of connectedness through art and books; sharing thoughts and emotions with someone from another time and place, someone I have never met.
  • Learning something new. The moment of realization, after ages of slow and frustrating progress, that I can now do something I never could do before.
  • The pleasure of experiencing anything done with extreme skill and attention: the fine work of a craftsman, a virtuosic music performance, the perfectly arranged words of a poem, the staging and acting of a great dramatic work, the physical mastery of a top athlete and the magical grace of a dancer or Cirque du Soleil acrobat. Knowing that nothing we do can be perfect; nonetheless, experiencing something and being convinced: “this is perfect.”
  • Feeling physically tired and satisfied, for having achieved something. The simple pleasure of doing. Climbing, walking, running, building something with my own hands, even the simple act of shoveling snow.
  • Holding someone, touching and being touched, sharing love physically and emotionally.
  • Doing anything selflessly for another. Paying attention; noticing someone’s need, even something as simple as holding the door.
  • Comforting someone who is suffering. Putting an arm around a shoulder, giving a hug, listening.
  • Giving. Discovering that I need far less than I imagine.
  • Laughing. Not cruelly, not at the expense of another. Laughing for no reason, at absurdity, at silliness. Laughing because another is laughing; without knowing why; or because you don’t know what else to do.
  • Smiling at a stranger, seeing the surprise on their face, and having them smile back.
  • Being moved to tears, by any of the above “aha!” moments. Receiving that private upswell of emotion, and letting it run its course.

Many thanks to “chocolatina”, who handed me two of these three “secrets”, simply in the way she signed her letters. She would close them with: “Tons of love and laughs!” What a wonderful wish for someone to make, reflecting her joyful perspective on life. It just took me a while to clue in to how profound these simple words were. (-;

Further thanks to my grandmothers, who taught me all about unconditional love. My maternal grandmother, though physically frail and mentally very far down that one-way road called Alzheimer’s, continues to inspire her children, grandchildren, and (although they may not realize it yet) great-grandchildren. One of her most wise sayings, which I am told she still repeats regularly, is: “You just have to love and love and never stop.” And, recently, she said to my aunt who was visiting: “I am just sitting here adoring you.” I, in turn — though physically far away — am sitting here thinking about her and adoring her.

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Living like a river

Earlier this week, I was reminded of the importance of living life to the full, and of doing it now, and every day. I know of Randy Pausch (a virtual reality and computer education pioneer) through the work I used to do, and have seen him present academic papers on several occasions. I hadn’t heard that he was dying of cancer, nor that he had made a remarkable, inspiring (and now quite famous) “last lecture” back in September (you can see the lecture in full on YouTube or Google Video).

Happily, Randy has outlived the doctors’ forecasts from last August, but he is still dying of cancer (his treatments now are to slow it, not cure it). In the meantime, he speaks openly and inspiringly about it, is living a remarkably full life, fulfilling many childhood dreams and enjoying every remaining day of “bonus time” with his wife and three kids.

Then today, on CBC’s Tapestry podcast, I listened to a rebroadcast interview (recorded in 2004) with Irish poet and scholar John O’Donohue. This inspirational man died unexpectedly at 53 years of age, on January 3, 2008. His words (in the interview as well as in his poetry and essays) often touch on death, eerily enough.

At one point in the interview, he addressed the idea of dying as possibly being similar to birth. If you could present a baby in the womb with an account of what would happen to them: they would be forced to leave the familiar comfort of the womb; they’d go through a frightening, possibly painful and claustrophobic tunnel, into a blinding light; they’d have their connection to the only life they’ve known permanently severed and then…into the unknown. Likely the baby would be terrified and beg to stay put. But…guess what? They would miss out on the chance to experience life in this world. Could the “rebirth”, that is death, be similar? Certainly it is similarly scary, but perhaps this parallel, knowing what we know “on this side” of birth, may be similarly comforting.

One beautiful and simple poem, with which he closed the interview, seemed to sum up his philosophy perfectly (humble apologies if the formatting is incorrect; I’ve only heard it recited, not seen it in print):

Fluent
by John O’Donohue

I would love to live
like a river flows
carried by the surprise
of its own unfolding.

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Stir-Crazy: Learning Patients

I may be one of these, soon. That is, a patient (in a mental asylum), learning how to reintegrate into society. Because for now, all I can do is go loco en el coco, trying to be Zen and learn patience… What doesn’t kill you just makes you loopier. Likely what I need is a good dose of what they pray for in AA: “the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can; and the wisdom to know the difference.” Serenity has never been my forte.

Waiting isn’t fun for anyone. (Actually, I’m a little suspicious that perhaps it is fun for those who are making you wait, like they’re playing some malicious mind-game. Though this is likely just my paranoia that goes hand-in-hand with the insanity.) If you know precisely when what you’re waiting for will happen, it’s not so bad, because then it’s not waiting but anticipation. The torturous/pleasurable excitement of the inevitable. Like a kid, trying to get to sleep on the night before Christmas. Or a miserable office drone in the dead of winter, counting the days until his (free?) Caribbean vacation. In these cases, we say: “I just can’t wait.”

I can wait. I have to. It turns out I’m pretty good at it, which is just as well, because my residence visa application is now past its six-month anniversary (supposed to take three). A maddening situation, because I have absolutely no control over the process, and no way of knowing how long it will take. (I try to pressure a bit, but it doesn’t pay to get overly upset with the people who hold your fate in their hands. The person I speak to at the consulate claims he has no influence over the decision, anyhow. Seems he’s just waiting, too.)

To add time-killing insult to thumb-twiddling injury, there’s the tale of UPS (pronounced “Oops!”). I ordered a camera thingy a week before Christmas from a U.S. shop. I opted for the priciest, “Worldwide Express” delivery (UPS was the only option), supposedly next-day. Well, the thing miraculously crossed the border and cleared customs within a day. But then a huge fiasco ensued, and I couldn’t get them to explain what was going on. Every day the tracking info claimed it was on the truck, “out for delivery”, but they never made their first delivery attempt until a week later (Murphy’s Law dictated that I had stepped out of the house for a very brief and essential trip to the grocery store at that moment). More mixups ensued, then Christmas interrupted (humbug!), and I finally got my precious thingy almost to two weeks after it was shipped. And no, UPS wasn’t interested in reimbursing my money or anything. On top of all that, I had a guest visiting me, and the airline lost her luggage, so yet another day of waiting ensued…

I know my problems are not not life-and-death, but these feel like the worst cases: when you have no control, you can find out no information and have no idea how long you’ll be waiting…you truly do feel trapped.

Well, it’s a new year. My friend’s luggage arrived, with its two bubble-wrapped wine bottles still intact. UPS finally came through and I received my package (also intact, hurray!). After complaining to the store (these were the truly wonderful folks at Katz Eye Optics — thank you!), they convinced the American UPS folks to reimburse me for the shipping (even though, as far as I can tell, it was the Canadian side that blew it). So, is all well that ends well?

Almost. Now all I need is that visa… Stay tuned; I still am, receiving on all frequencies. And no, Mom, don’t worry. I’m not actually going crazy.

Whoop-whoop-nyucka-nyucka-DING!

UPDATE: Just read the latest from the Barcelona World Race (see my earlier post), and a relevant quote popped up, from one of the sailors, Andrew Cape on the Hugo Boss boat: “You can’t worry about the things you can’t control, you can’t let it drive you nuts. You just look for the next opportunity and the cards you’ve been dealt and work it to the best advantage. Over time – which I’ve got! – you get used to taking the rough with the smooth.” (seen here)

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Light the fires of festivity (and creativity)

¡Felices fiestas! Joyeuses fêtes! Best “holiday wishes” to all! And a Merry Christmas for those who are into such things (personally, I’m having a decidedly un-Christmasy Christmas this year…).

Festive Fire (and Ice)

Life’s all about sacrifices: I ruined a UV filter not long after taking this shot; a hot firework fragment landed on it! So that’s why they tell you to always protect your lens with a filter…

Have a healthy, creative year in 2008 (no need to wait until then to start!)… Listen to music (like love, it’s even better if you make it); be obscenely generous; stop buying stuff you don’t need; take a step to the left in the reduce-reuse-recycle hierarchy; quit making unnecessary trips to the washroom; start using your full brain (not just the 10% you thought you could slide by on); enjoy your fingernails while they’re still growing. Really, you have no more excuses! Now, stop whining that the turkey is making you sleepy

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More pay-as-you-go (Air Canada)

Sigh. I flew on Air Canada to San Francisco on Friday. A nice flight, non-stop from Montreal, on an A319 with upgraded interior, comfortable seats, personal touch video screen. But — guess what? It looks as though they will start charging for the seat-back entertainment as of January 2008! I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised.

How do I know about the $$$? Well, compared to previous flights, this time the menus were a bit different. They split the options (ACTV, CBC News, Movies, Satellite Radio) into two parts. Into the very limited selection of free stuff, and then the “good” stuff for which we had to pay. The price? To quote the screen: $null. Obviously a glitch, as they prepare to phase in a new pay-to-watch service. We could progress through to the movies, or Sirius Radio, or whatever, but once you tapped the screen to start viewing the film, it asked for your credit card info. Even worse, they expect you to type in your private card info on the touch screen, with your seat-mates watching!

After complaining, the flight attendant said we weren’t supposed to pay “on this flight”. They tried resetting the system many times, spent the first hour and a half of the flight trying to get it switched back to the old free system. Finally, the pilot contacted Montreal to find out what to do. They needed to reset each seat individually. Once my seat was “fixed”, I could finally watch, as before, for free.

I suspected this new pay system would be introduced next year, and indeed the flight attendant did actually mention “January” to someone seated near me, who asked. Looks like it will be a fixed fee to activate the good stuff for the duration of the flight, but no idea how much it will cost. Currently, on our flight at least, it was “null”.

I’m hoping they’ll be generous and drop their prices by the equivalent amount, just to be fair. Hah, right!

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Self-contained unit tossing

Pod: self-contained unit

Cast: to throw something (so as to cause it to spread over an area)

Over the past two years, I guess I’ve become a podcast junkie. Though I’m a consumer and not a producer of them, podcasts have connected me to the world, so I feel a little less like a self-contained unit. I rely on them: to educate and entertain me; to broaden my horizons by introducing new ideas; to make me think (for a change, right?).

Whenever I wander around town — on the mountain, to the grocery store, to a friend’s house — I listen, not to music but to these portable audio gems. Some may say I should experience and explore my immediate world rather than disconnecting from it, wandering zombie-like with headphones blocking out the traffic, the wind and the bird calls. I do that sometimes. I do pull the earbuds from my ears and hear the same sounds as before, except now they are subtly different. Because I’ve changed.

In the past month I’ve stretched my brain around Alberto Manguel’s wonderful words, and his passionate ideas about words, in the 2007 Massey Lectures (on CBC’s Best of Ideas podcast). Last week, on the BBC’s own Arts and Ideas podcast, I nodded (in agreement, not doziness!) listening to director Mike Figgis speak apocalyptically about the end of culture, and why it’s a bad thing that art (captured for a digital “eternity”) no longer deteriorates.

I heard from an amazing man who helped draft the progressive South African constitution. Later, I was introduced to the author of the His Dark Materials trilogy (incredibly, I hadn’t heard of it before!). Then I met a ninety-year-old who has just published his first novel, with McSweeney’s. (Mind you, he’s been writing all his life; 60 years ago he helped create Mr. Magoo.)

I listened to the brilliant Mark Kermode verbally spar with Simon Mayo, all while poking fun where fun ought to be poked (i.e. at some Hollywood tripe like Good Luck Chuck). Then I synced my steps to the smooth world groove mixes of Canyella (forgiving the fact that she pronounces her chosen Catalan “DJ name” incorrectly). Speaking of Spain (y hablando en español), I continued to hone my Spanish, thanks to Ben and Marina’s prolific Notes in Spanish series, which I’ve subscribed to since (before) it began. I enjoy the occasional photography podcast. And, of course, the daily nonsense of the Onion Radio News. Yes, it’s all a lot to get through each week, but since I only listen out of the house, while walking, it forces me to do a lot of walking!

My two favourite podcasts are actually radio shows that interview authors: CBC’s Words at Large with Eleanor Wachtel, and KCRW’s Bookworm with Michael Silverblatt. I have enjoyed more authors, and discovered more books, on these two programs than I can count. (Actually, so that’s a wee exaggeration since I can count pretty high, but you get the idea…) Ideas, too, is an inspiration.

So, a huge thank you to all those out there making witty, intelligent podcasts (and to those organizations providing their quality radio shows for download on the internet).

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Does this “amusia”?

This evening, a friend and I went to “An Evening with Oliver Sacks,” at McGill University. Dr. Sacks is a neurologist and author of many books, including Awakenings (turned into a movie with Robin Williams and Robert De Niro) and The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat. He was speaking about topics from his new book: Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain. It was a sold-out house of around 500 (and overflowing into a second room).

He spoke about relationships between the brain and music. He touched on various special musical gifts but also pathologies, such as amusia (inability to discern or appreciate music), “earworms” (translation of the German term for those annoying songs or jingles that get stuck in your head), Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s diseases and how they respond to musical therapy, musical hallucinations… It was all very interesting.

No surprise here, but it turns out the brain is highly active, and in many different areas, when music is being listened to, played, composed. It is more “broadly” active than with speech or visual processing; regions of the “upper brain” as well as the older, more primitive/automatic regions of the brain get in on the action. Rhythm, melody, harmony…all help activate different regions.

The bit about musical hallucinations was fascinating, if a bit scary. When it occurs (quite rare), it often seems to be linked to the onset of hearing loss. Not exclusively, though; there are young children who scream and tell their parents to “turn off the radio!” The main point here seems to be that if one of the senses stops getting input, the brain “needs to do something“, and will dig into memory and invent something, giving a kind of internal playlist. And there really seems to be something to that whole “blind piano tuner” thing. There are a disproportionate number of blind people with perfect pitch, compared to the normal population. Especially blind people who never had sight, which means all that free “real estate” in their brains can get diverted into processing other sensory inputs…should be no surprise, then, that they have more developed senses of smell, hearing, taste.

One of the patients he saw at his clinic in NY had severe Alzheimer’s. He was so far gone that he was unaware of what he’d done for a living, where he was, what he’d done a few minutes before…yet he was able to sing at a professional level, in his same beautiful baritone voice. He had been performing with a group for years and still was able to perform, even though he had no idea where he was, how he’d got there, or how to tie a bow tie. This same man had also been an avid tennis player. He could no longer recognize a tennis racquet or guess what it was for. But if you stood him in a tennis court with a racquet in his hand and lobbed a ball at him, he would start playing a “mean game of tennis.”

Another man, a life-long stage actor, is also stricken with severe Alzheimer’s, yet able to perform Shakespeare (in fact is on stage in NY right now). This reminds me of my own grandmother, who is far down the Alzheimer’s road, yet can still appreciate and sing along to the songs my aunt sings. She was an English schoolteacher her whole life, and loved poetry. Even in her current state, if you give her a line from A. A. Milne, she’ll say the next line.

So, these “performances,” these routines people program themselves with for a lifetime, seem to be among the brain’s strongest connections. They remain even when names, dates, words, facts and details are long past the reach of recall. With Alzheimer’s, music therapy generally focuses on emotional connections to childhood memories; songs the person may have heard and enjoyed, say, when they were younger than 20. Music really seems to be one of the “last things to go.” The benefits of a music therapy session may last for several hours after it has ended. I got the impression Dr. Sacks (now 74) was a devotee of classical music. I wonder if, in sixty years, the music therapists will be playing Ice Cube, Skinny Puppy and Shakira, thereby tending to the earliest musical memories of their patients?

With Parkinson’s, music therapy takes a different tack. Here, the most important thing is the music’s rhythm. Parkinson’s is a disease that takes away voluntary movement. Musical rhythms seem to help activate and synchronize the motor skills, to literally “get the patient moving” (for example, dancing). But here, the effect is lost as soon as the music is switched off.

In a similar way, some patients who’ve had strokes that affected the front left lobe of the brain (speech centre), are still able to access language and words — i.e. communicate — through song. There is much more research and possible therapy going on in all these areas.

Dr. Sacks has been on a book tour, but he said it was special for him to be in Montreal, home of Dr. Penfield’s Montreal Neurological Institute, where so much top music/brain research is being done.

In the conversations around me, after the lecture, the main comment I heard was along these lines: “Well, guess tomorrow I need to start singing/learning an instrument/dancing/[insert musical thing you've always wanted to do]. Practicing every day. To stave off the dementia, give me a few more years…” And it seems there just may be something to that.

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More Googley goodness

Google Maps keep getting better. Now they’ve released yet another new feature: topo views. Of course, it’s better in the ol’ U.S. of A. Not as high resolution in Canada, Europe, or South America…or anywhere else. But check out the Grand Canyon, below; how “fractally” cool is that?


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Of course, there are “Mapplets” that let you show contour lines, that let you determine altitude at a selected map point, etc. But all the better if Google keeps on building this stuff in…

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