To Be Or Not To Be...
There are two ends of the spectrum for classifying people: At one end, you have the people who never would treat a person badly (intentionally) in their lives, we sometimes call them "Nice guys". At the other end of the spectrum, we have people who treat others with such disrespect, that you wonder why someone hasn't knocked all their teeth out yet, we call them "Jerks" (for lack of a better word).
Now, as for me, I try and live life more on the "Nice Guy" end of the spectrum. I try to make sure that I don't be too mean to people im closest too, and try and be there for them as much as I can.
The problem with being on the "Nice Guy" end of things, is that you always feel bad when something doesn't go right. You feel directly responsible for it happening and you always wonder if there was more you could have done. "Jerks" on the other hand, do not have this problem, since they are able to shrug it off and just walk away.
Lately, I have wondered what that would feel like to be able to shut off emotions like that, to just not care and let things go so fast in order to move on. In a lot of ways, that would make things easier right? You wouldn't feel bad for being mean to someone, you would be able to drop subjects in the blink of an eye, and relationship problems would be almost non-existent since you would just get over them in a snap!
Unfortunately, its difficult for me to go to dark side of the force. I have never taken the easy way out, and I don't plan to start now just because things are tough. So I say goodbye to the "dark side" of the force, and cordially remain the person I always have been:
The so-called "Nice Guy", that was too nice, too often.
Guess that's why I finished last.
This is Falcon, signing off.
Soccer... Beer League Style
Ah yes, summer is upon us! The sounds of birds chirping, wind blowing, and me... yelling profanities after being tripped in my soccer game.
Yes its true, after a one year haitus, I have gone back to my most treasured sport, soccer. Now, I made the mistake of thinking I was done with the sport and took quit. It may have stayed that way had it not been for some old co-workers of mine putting together a soccer team when I was still at Staples.
I ended up joining the team, being one of only 3 guys on a team of 8. Yes, this team is made up of mostly girls, but for whatever reason, I have no objections to that.
So we have played 3 games thus far, and we have 3 losses. We are far from being a super team, but we this being a beer league, and teams seem to be out to have a good time, we always seem to get what are called "spirit points" (aka pity points) but hey, every little bit helps!
Now, I somehow got suckered into being the goalie on this team (Apparently no one else is willing to dive for the ball). Now what most people dont seem to realize is that, its easy to notice when the goalie screws up, and equally easy to forget when the forwards miss the net.
So there are days that I feel very responsible for our loss. But... that feeling goes away when I find out there is a beer waiting for me at the sidelines.
Speaking of which, if you will excuse me...
This is Falcon, signing off.
James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover
James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover Lyrics
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
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This is Falcon signing off.
Formula 1 Racing
Ah yes so the newest season of Formula One has now begun. (And by begun I really mean three months in, thats just how slow I seem to be as of late at writing on these things). But yes, once again, I will cheer valiantly for our lone canadian driver Jaques Villeneuve, with his Sauber-BMW car.
Its not so much the racing aspect that attracts me to this sport ( but dont get me wrong i dont mind watching the races) however, its more the cars themselves. These cars seem more like planes then automobiles. These vehicles can travel at speeds close to 360 kph (100m/s). To give you an idea of how fast that is, that is the equivalent of drving the distance of a soccer pitch in just 1 second! In fact, the engines used in these cars are pushed SO hard (17,000 rpm on idle, compared to an average car at 6000 rpm at full throttle) that formula one teams never (or VERY rarely) re-use an engine more than once simply because at the end of a race, all the components are almost worn to peices.
Then there are the wings on the car. These wings allow the car to stay on the ground at such high speeds by creating grip. The average car creates 0.7-o.8 g's of grip. These wings allow the cars to possess 5 g's or higher or grip without losing control. What that means is that, these cars can take corners at close to 100 kph!
I really envy the drivers who get to operate these cars. They get the thrill of their lives everytime they get into the car and drive (and get paid rather well actually). Also, the engineers that design these cars have on of the greatest jobs on the planet, designing something that can not only drive at blistering speeds, but also handle and compete against other similar cars!
I would love to be one of those engineers one day. Until then however:
This is Falcon, sigining off.
