Monday, May 16, 2005

A Day of Loss

Location: München, Deutschland
Local Time: 11:40am

Stayed at the Wombat here in Munchen. Got put in a dorm where it was me and 4 ladies. (SWEET!) Do you think other hostels will group me in similar dorms if I ask nicely? Because women are less likely to snore than a bunch of smelly guys, of course. No other reason...

Location: München, Deutschland
Duration: 2 days, 2 nights, and counting


Yesterday was a field day for the conflict between hope and depression.

I started out heading to Dachau with one of my English-lady dormmates, Kate. For those who don't know, Dachau was the site of the original concentration camp upon which all others were modeled.

We left the hostel at 10am and didn't get back until about 5:30pm. If they weren't closing the site for the night, we would have been there for many hours more. There was just so much to see and learn. We weren't able to go on the guided tour (we should have reserved our spots and THEN go for coffee, not the other way around) but were able to follow along a comprehensive audio guide and the many plaques.

What's left of the camp today is different from what it would have looked like up to 1945, but reading the detailed accounts and memoirs... you can almost see it.

After Dachau I dragged along Kate and another English girl she met at her new dorm (she switched to a cheaper hostel) with me as I searched for the elusive "ARC". The only bar in town I was told would show the Gold medal game for sure (If you have to ask, "what gold medal game" you are not Canadian). Finally found it (it's nice travelling with somebody who studies languages and can talk to the locals fluently) and was excited to get a good hockey fix.

Then the game ended. And I was depressed.

Saturday, May 14, 2005

In München, Deutschland

Location: München, Deutschland (Munich, Germany)
Local Time: 6:45pm

Finally made it out of Switzerland and into some more sane countries, price-wise. Since my last update, I've been in Zurich, Innsbruck and a few smaller towns and cities in between.

Zurich, Switzerland
3 days, 3 nights

The Canadians are coming!
The Canadians are coming!
Prior to Zurich, I had met and talked with maybe a total of three other Canadians. Once I hit Zurich, I ran into no fewer than twenty. City Backpacker, the hostel I stayed at was Canada overrun with maple leaves. On my last night in town, there were ten Canadians and one girl from Norway crowded around a table in the common room; not exactly the worldly variety I was expecting. Didn't meet anybody from BC, but other than the expectant Torontonians, there was decent representation from across the country: Alberta, Saskatchewan, Winnipeg, Quebec, and Nova Scotia. Sorry, no Newfie love in Zurich.

Zurich was a nice place, but nothing that made my jaw drop. Fun city though regardless of night or day.

Loved the free bike rentals that let me bike along Lake Zurich, visit the Lundt chocolate factory, and visit the zoo all in the same day. Then at night there were clubs, bars, lounges, or what I did; just chilled along the lake with a bunch of random new friends, smoking cigars and drinking wine.

Cigars and wine? I'm civilised!

Innsbruck, Austria
2 days, 1 night
Nice small city, figured I'd stop by on my way to Munich... and try to catch a hockey game. But I've lost track of time and was a day too late.

Just missed the World Hockey Championships in town. Apparently there was a Canadian girl who stayed in my room at the Youth Hostel St. Nikolaus just before I got there who was following the team around. Interesting plan... Vienna, here I come! (I wish... I'll be too late by then)

At least now that I'm in a city with decently priced internet, I can find out the game times and try to hit up a bar to watch it live. Although I was able to catch a few of the Swiss games when I was in the country.

Following on the Internet... Canada! Don't blow your 4-0 lead...

WOO! GAME OVER, GOING FOR THE GOLD BABY!

GO CANADA GO!
GO CANADA GO!
GO CANADA GO!

(I have an abnormally strong urge right now to hop on a train to Vienna and try to weasel my way into the Gold medal game.)

Monday, May 09, 2005

Still in Interlaken

Location: Interlaken, Switzerland
Local time: 8:08pm

Still in Interlaken today. Filled up my camera memory card with pictures of my trip to the mountains near Grindelwald. Unfortunately the hiking paths up to the snowy areas were closed due to avalanche warnings. Going to try my hand at uploading pictures, but I'm running into technical difficulties, so I will find a shop to burn them to a disk for me.

In otherwords, expect no pictures until much later.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Damn exchange rate!

Location: Interlaken, Switzerland
Local time: 6:34pm
Current mood: Free (even more free in a couple hours)

I haven't used a pen and paper by choice for years, and now that I am, I find that I can write a lot. A LOT! Instead of transcribing my journal entries, I figure I'll just summarize everything.

Location: Basel, Switzerland
Duration: 3 nights

After I left London, I flew into Basel. Thursday was a holiday (Juses entering Heaven?) and most everything was closed; one of my dormmates, Jeorne, had a car so we decided to take a road trip. We headed for Germany and the Vitras Design Museum (Jeorne is an aspiring architect). Among the sites to see there:

  • A self moving overhead cover that lowers when rain is detected,
  • A firestation with no right angles, designed by some Iranian woman reknowned in architecture circles (actually, there were a couple right angles that were necessated due to the existing foundation... apparently she was quite peeved about that),
  • A conference centre designed by a Japanese architect. The main building material? Concrete. Apparently architectural connoisseurs come from all over the world to see this and its award winning concrete. That's right, award winning concrete. SFU haters eat your heart out.
  • A chair museum with dozens and dozens of designer chairs. My favourites? One made from a shopping cart, and a mean looking alumninum torture-device-like chair befittingly designed by a Swiss teacher.

From here we looked at a road map and randomly chose a small German town to visit, and then a French town after that. Highlight of this part of the journey? A 100+ year old church that almost felt inherently sacred with its beautiful stained glass windows, large pipe organ, and creaking wood panel decks. "Almost" because the effect was diluted somewhat by the incandecsent lights, construction/renovation signs, and tourist information panels scattered throughout.

A couple of my other doormmates were Japanese. They didnät speak much English, but I just love listening to Japanese women speak Japanese. It's right up there with British women speaking English. It just sounds right (and hot!)

Location: Interlaken, Switzerland
Duration: 2 days and counting

Next stop was Interlaken. A town gorgeously situated between two lakes and surrounded by mountains. My internal compass is frazzled a little by all the mountains (north is that way... no that way.. or is it over there?) but the scenery cannot be matched.

Met a Hong Kong/Australian girl at the train station (add slight Austrailian accents to my favourites' list) and we took a day trip on the train to a couple nearby towns of Spiez and Thun. Found a few cows and tried to say "hello", but they ran off into the barn by the time I got close enough. Sorry Jules, I'll try to find another opportunity to say "hi" to the cows for you.

Sharing my dorm with a couple of cool guys from a small town near Boston. Jelous was I when they talked of going skydiving in Interlaken... but what's a poor Canadian boy to do? Going to party with them later tonight. Should be a blast. Swiss partying as good as BC partying? I'll soon find out.

So that's a quick rundown of what I've been up to. Sorry I didn't make this entry even shorter and more concise, but I just don't have the time. I just now found a place that offers internet access for 6 Francs an hour (about $6.20 CAD), all the other Swiss places have been charging the equivalent of about $21 CAD per hour.

I'll say it again, what's a poor Canadian boy to do?

(Answer: party and meet foreign chicks with hot accents!)

Monday, May 02, 2005

So what IS my strong suit?

London - May 2, 11:20pm @ Trafalgar Square
I guess I was expecting a culture shock to hit as soon as I got off the plane.

It's as if I was expecting purple skined aliens with three nipples or something. Sure, the building are grander, the prices more expensive, and people talk with accents, but it doesn't really feel all that different from Vancouver. To be fair, that's probably because I haven't really been conversing with the locals; I haven't experienced that dry British wit they are stereotypically known for.

Aside from some problems with the (crazy) phone system, I don't believe that I've done anything differently than how I would have back home. True, it's only the first night. I keep talking to others about how you should not expect change to occur overnight, yet I'm guilty of doing the same. I suppose what I should be preaching is that only expecting change does very little to enact change. If you want the change to happen, you should be proactive about it; meet it head on.

To bad confrontation is not my strong suit.

Later that night...

London - May 2, 10:07pm
I've taken some cool pictures around Buckingham Palace, one of which I plan on captioning: "Come my stony compatriots, time to storm the gates!" Use your imagination until I get a chance to upload it. Haven't thought much of where I'm going to sleep tonight. Sleeping for free is an option, but is it worth looking like a bum on the streets? Hopefully I'll find a place somewhere close to the city centre so that I can easily start my proposed Monopoly Board run tomorrow. I was thinking of doing a Monopoly Board pub crawl, but at these prices I don't think I can afford to go even half way around the board.

There's a bit of a breeze, but otherwise it's been a warm, clear night. Of course, now that I'ved stopped to writ this, my body is cooling down. Need to find a pub and get some grub.

A whopper for a Whopper

London - May 2, 8PM @ Victoria Place
Called Tom's number again. Either I copied it down wrong, Klaus got it wrong, or Tom has changed his number, because I reached the voicemail of one Linda Smith.

Contingency planning has never been my strong suit; however, going with the flow and being able to adjust is a large part of what this trip is all about. The tourist information booths are closed now and the one person I've met is likely in his hotel room with his wife right now. Even if I could get in touch with him, I would choose not to interrupt their vacation. I'm not in that bad a position. I have a good chuck of pocket money, enough food and drink, as well as my wits to help me survive a couple nights in a foreign town by myself. Thankfully everybody speaks English (you have to love the accents!).

Speaking of food, a BK Whopper meal for £4.49? That's OVER $10 CAD! Good think I smuggled a bunch of the complementary drinks and munchies from the plane ride. Oh well, I'm off to find more food, bed, and maybe hit on some chicks with sexy British accents.

In London

London - May 2, 7:30PM (London Time)
Air plane ride went well enough. Ran into a little excitement at the end when the pilot had to about his initial landing approach.

"Is something wrong with the plane?"
"Is something wrong at the airport?"

The pilot mumbled some vague reason over the intercom for having to take another approach. Did he just miss his line and decided to try again? Any way to split it, it doesn't fill me with confidence.

At the airport was another matter. It's depressing when the numerical amount of cash you carry gets shrunk by a factor of 2.5 (damn you British pound!). I tried calling Tom, Klaus' London friend, but for some reason it wouldn't let me complete the call (I now believe it's because I kept putting in the country code). I then tried calling directory assistance, and the idiot on the other end didn't help one iota. He uttered one sentence: "Directory Assistance, how may I help you?" That's it. No matter what I said or asked, he wouldn't even grunt to acknowledge that he was still there, although I did hear background noise so I assume he was. I repeatedly asked for help or just a response as I saw my £1.00 dwindle to £0.00 before my very eyes. I don't know if it was the telephone company I was using or what, but as every second ticked, 2 pence would be subtracted from my balance. It was like a ticking time bomb, just mocking my futile efforts. I'm on the express right now heading to Victoria. I figure I'll cruise around town a bit until I try to contact Tom again.

One thing I've notived looking our the train window is how much more "leafy" the trees look and how many building are made of brick. Maybe it's just me, but the leaves look asburdly large and defined. As for the brick buildings, that may be attributed to my route and age of the buildings rather than the architectural style of London.

Europe Travel Log - YVR

I brought a little notebook with me that I crack open and jot in whenever there's a lull. I'll transcribe the text here whenever I get a chance. Beware, my impromptu writing is awfully long winded.

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Vancouver Airport - May 1, 11pm
I'm sitting on a plane right now preparing to fly to London. The more I think about it, the more excited I get.

On my way to the airport, I realized that I had forgotten to pack my razor. Simple enough to replace, I figure, but we shall see. Will I live to rue the day that I forgot to pack my razor? Or has not packing it unknowingly saved me tonnes of trouble at customs? Back to the plane, I am sat next to a middle-aged asian couple. They seem nigh enought, but it's certainly no hot blonde from Georgia. Taking into account the law of averages, I suppose this means that I have something to look forward to. Hopefully, the payout won't come after a long day's travel while I am sporting a day's worth of stubble and musk.

As I entered the airport, the line to the Air Transat counter was a huge anomaly. A slow moving giant in the midst of quick, light-footed Tolkien hobbits.

The pre-trip jitters have definitely given way to excitement. At least, I think it's excitement. There's a pressure raising in my chest. It doesn't constrict, but rather it's more like an untapped energy source itching to be released. The itch rises and ebbs; it hasn't reached a tumult yet, but the potential cannot be denied. A last minute rush to make paper copies of all my digital travel information was ground to a halt by my quirky printer at home. After nearly 14 years of service, perhaps it's time to retire my Canon Bubblejet - the bubbles having long since lost their optimal surface tension, resulting in a haphazard collage of black ink.

Friday, April 29, 2005

3 Days Left in Canada!

A few people have asked for more specifics as to my trip so here goes:

Scheduled departure: Sunday May 1 at 11:55pm (yes, PM)

I will be arriving in London the next day (May 2) at 5:10pm local time. From there I'll be taking another flight to Basel, Switzerland and will continue on through Austria, Czech, and Germany.

Below is a list of the major places I plan on visiting:

London: Monopoly board run
Was thinking of making this a pub crawl, but I doubt I have enough time, stamina, or cash to sustain a 26 location pub crawl.

After two nights in London, I'll get on a plane to...

Switzerland:
Basel

Austria:
Salzburg - Mozart!
Vienna

Czech:
Prague
Cesky Krumlov

Germany:
Neuschwanstein Castle - Inspiration for Sleeping Beauty Castle in Disneyland
Dresden - Amazing architecture
Sachsenhausen - Concentration camp near Berlin
Berlin - Hop on a flight to back to London before I come back to Canada

Scheduled return: June 2 at 3:25pm Vancouver time.

The above list is all the major cities I plan on visiting, but what I'm most looking forward to is visiting the smaller towns. We'll see how this goes.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Site mechanics update

Enabled comments and fixed up the RSS feed (http://motivity.blogspot.com/atom.xml). Now the entire post should show up in your RSS aggregator of choice.

Update on my trip planning is coming up later tonight.

Monday, April 18, 2005

Pre-Europe Trip Update

First, I would like to thank everybody who replied for their advice suggestions. It was great hearing from all of you and it really helped me. Second, quite a few things have happened these last few days to play havoc on my proposed Europe trip:

1) My parents, in a showing of overzealous protectionism, offered to put $10,000 towards my future car purchase... provided that I cancel my trip. Backpack through Europe or $10,000 off the purchase of a car? Either way, I win... or is that lose.

Resolution: Go on the trip anyways, quoting flimsey appeals of integrity and skyrocketing gas prices as justification.

2) Poland and Hungary, among others, require your passport to be valid for 6 months AFTER your intended departure from the country. My passport expires in October and even applying for a new one won't help as Poland also requires that your passport be valid for 3 months PRIOR to your arrival.

Resolution: Rehaul my travel plans to exclude these countries, unfortunate casualties of impromptu decision making.

My revamped itinerary now follows a path revolving around a Eurail Selectpass instead of an European East Pass. Switzerland, Austria, Slovenia, Germany, and Czech form the base of my list now.

3) Related to the two items above, I've had to shorten my travel time. Instead of the 40 day trip initially envisioned, I'll be cutting that by a week. This means I won't be able to devote a week to each country. I know I said it would be a "whirlwind tour", but I was hoping to take a little more time

Resolution: Further tweaking of my travel plans. With about 10 days left, I'm sure I'll go through quite a few more revisions.

Friday, April 15, 2005

EuroTrip

With my SFU carreer over and done, I'm making an impromptu whirlwind tour of Eastern Europe.

Preliminary Itinerary

  • Czech Republic (Prague, and thinking of Cesky Krumlov, Brno, Olomouc)
  • Austria (Vienna)
  • Slovak Repulbic (Bratislava? Just because it's on the way to Hungary)
  • Hungary (Siofok, Budapest)
  • Poland (Krakow, Warsaw)

It looks like I'll be flying through London and Berlin, spending at least half a day in each.

If anybody has any input or advice, let me know before I take off at the end of April!

bruce.h.nguyen(at)gmail(dot)com

Monday, April 11, 2005

For all you RSS people

The RSS feed attached to this blog only sends the first paragraph or 255 words (whichever is shorter) of each post. So for anybody reading this through an RSS feed, visit the site (motivity.blogspot.com) to view my posts in full.

It's about perspective

I've discovered the readership of this blog is larger than I had thought, unknowingly caused by my own actions. I guess this means that I will start putting more time and effort into each post. Yes, maybe even enough time to write short posts instead of long ones.

*****

Watched an episode of Angel (Season 2, Episode 6: "Guise Will Be Guise") where he meets with a Swami in order to learn a bit about himself and heal some psychological wounds. Turns out the Swami was a fake, but the false wisdom imparted still had a good deal of merit. With controversy revolving around the validity of religion (**cough**Mormon**cough**) and other beliefs, perhaps what's more important than the validity of the source is what you can learn from it. A glib response may be "so the end justifies the means?" Well, no. It doesn't. And I'm not trying to imply that. What I'm trying to say is you can find value in any and everything, it's all about perspective.

To unilaterally dismiss an entire argument due to one particular attribute is foolish. It's not all or nothing, black or white, good or evil. At least, not necessarily. There can be shades of grey, shades of brown, or even a rainbow of colour (or texture! Texture is the new colour, don't you know); it all depends on your perspective.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

"No" Means "Yes" in Poland

MISA's annual Alumni Night this last Thursday, with yours truly as the MC. Ever get the feeling that people are too polite or kind (or scared) to tell you what they actually think? Oh well, that's not really something I want to write about right now. What I do want to share is a couple of quotes I picked up.

"If you were a hot dog, and you are hungry, would you eat yourself?" --Paul Cyr

Behind this SNL quote is a metaphor to self-sacrifice. When put to the task, how willing are you to sacrifice yourself for it? There is only so much that you are able to give; you have to find your passion.

This goes hand in hand with a quote from later that night:

"Make your no's mean no and your yes's mean yes." --Jason McIvor


Too often people will say "yes" or "no" according to what they think the other person wants to hear, or because they feel it is expected of them. Reaaly, by doing this you are showing that you are afraid of the consequences of telling the truth. And while there may be consequences, they are most likely small compared to the consequences of being caught in a falsehood.

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On a different note, my mood nowadays is too easily swayed by music. Or is it that the kind of music I listen to is influenced by my current mood? Either way, I have to stop playing this melencholy shit.

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Back to Alumni Night, the BILLION DOLLAR MIS CHALLENGE was a blast... although I had a brain fart and let Paul win the acronym challenge with "FTP". Honestly... FTP? WTF?

Sunday, March 20, 2005

FUCK YOU RENAISSANCE!

Fourty-five minutes for a fucking pinini? Are you serious? Are you fucking seriousing me?

First of all, a "few minutes" in my book doesn't mean 45. Five or 10 I can see, even 15. But fucking 45?! If it's going to be over half an hour, fucking tell me that. Don't give me "just a few minutes" shit when you know it's not. Second, don't give me that "we're understaffed" bullshit. How long have you been in operation? If you have two people on duty on weekdays, two people should be plenty enough for the weekends. Compared to weekdays, SFU is a fucking ghost town on Sunday. And really, if that retarded brown chick behind the counter knew what she was doing, there wouldn't have been a backlog in the first place. Using the microwaves to speed up the process? I'll give you credit for that. But you know what? It probably would be even better to make use of all the grills. If there are four grills and a backlog of orders, you use all four grills, NOT TWO. It's not that fucking hard. And those grills weren't broken, she used all of them... just not at the same time because, apparently, she's fucking stupid. Third, if you forget whose order is whose, FUCKING ASK! Don't just stare aimlessly for 2 minutes, only to put it to the side and ignore it.

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I'd continue, but I was interupted and have lost the rhythm. I meant everything I wrote up there, but probably could have found a more constructive way to say it. It's amazing what a simple "thank you" will do for your mood. You're welcome, Jess.

And thank you.

It's all about the D.R.E.A.M.

So I get a phone call yesterday from a client who just wants to make it clear that she is not racist. The reason she asked about our nationality when she first met us, she says, is because she had some bad experiences with Central and South American people, and so doesn't want to take any more chances with Filipino people.

Didn't realize the Phillippines were in the Americas.

But back to the point, judging or discriminating against a person based on their race is the very definition of racism. But "I'm not a bad person. I'm not racist," she keeps claiming. Well, I'm not going to comment on the first part (she did call to apologize afterall, but that may have been for reasons other than a simple apology), but lady, you are racist. And by your very own admission. If you're going to claim that you are not something, you should at least know the definition of it first.

The thing that gets me the most is that I'm pretty sure she doesn't really understand what racism is and the reprecussions of it. Sure, it's discrimination, but that's not why it's wrong. It's wrong because in most cases, a person's race has nothing to do with their capabilities or appropriateness for a job. Discrimination is not inherently a bad thing. When buying food, you discriminate on taste and price. When hiring somebody for a job, you discriminate based on perceived competence and experience. After all, Discrimination Rules Everything Around Me, DREAM (get the money, dollah dollah bills, y'all!). Where things go wrong is when the basis of discrimination and the target measure of performance are not related.

Now I can imagine some circumstances where racism (discrimination based on race) is justified. For instance, when producing a historically accurate film on a budget, you don't cast a Chinese guy to play the role of Mansa Mussa, African King of Mali. A person's race, however, is not related to their landscaping skills.

South America... get a freakin atlus.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Awkward silences

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Monday, March 14, 2005

Artificially Esoteric and Intentionally Ambiguous

"What do you believe?"


Every so often I am asked this question. My answer is usually some off-hand remark about being agnostic (read: indecisive). But if I were to honestly consider the question, I may be lead to say that what I believe is that we are all here for a reason; not necessarily for a purpose, but certainly for a reason. Also, although I may be contradicting myself, I believe in choice and free will.

It's a theory that has been coagulating in the pit of my mind for a while now. While it seemed an epiphany at the time, after years surfing the net and browsing the numerous authoritative discertations of self-proclaimed intelligentsia, it all appears rather banal.

Please, if there are any philosophy majors or critical thinkers out there, leave me my ego and restrain from tearing apart my argument.


  • Fate
  • Cause and effect
  • The illusion of choice
Elementary chemistry teaches us that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. This is not to say that the results of actions are equal to the action itself. Some people call this a snowballing effect, domino effect, or a butterfly effect (where a butterfly flapping its wings in Rio de Janeiro might change the weather in Chicago), point being that it is virtually impossible to see in totality the effects of our actions as ripple and build with other actions in an infinite system. At the same time, it is also impossible to be aware of all the factors that came to cause your action. Following this thinking, if everything is based on cause and effect, any particular action you take or "choice" you make is a reaction to past actions and circumstances. While there are options and different paths to be travelled - "choices" if you will - which path is ultimately followed is the end result of a cosmic equation of infinite variables. Sure, there are different options available, but if somebody knew all the particulars of you, your environment, and the history of your experiences and interactions, they would be able to predict your actions with the utmost accuracy.

So the concept of "choice" exists in that we are, theoretically, confronted with many options every minute of every day. But we never actually practice "choice" because all of our actions are but reactions. In otherwords, everything is predetermined by, for lack of a better word, fate.

So why try? If everything is predetermined, then my failures, my circumstances are but a result of fate. Responsibility and accountability are no longer in the individual's domain. This course of thinking, if adopted by even a few can be dangerous. Already we are seeing cases in criminal law (alright, I saw it on Law & Order) where the Defence argues that we are all victims of circumstance. A poor upbringing, a tragic occurrence, and preconceptions imposed by society are all grounds for dismissal of blame.

While I would agree that the consignment of blame should not fall on any single person, neither should it fall on the "system" itself, as if it were a separate entity from its parts (people). I would also argue that the responsibility for actions are not equally spread out among the parts. Accountability is not equal, it falls more heavily on some than others, and justifiably so. But people must still be held somewhat accountable for there actions, if only to maintain a healthy functioning society.

Thus, while this take on predeterminism makes sense to me, I nevertheless believe in free will. I "choose" to believe in choice as even if free will does not truly exist, by believing in it, one can create a state of "virtual free will", serving the purpose of injecting responsibility, accountability, and a sense of accomplishment into life. Creating a sense of "self" for individual cogs in a complex automaton of life.

Let's just end this here before I go off on a tangent on self and reality and what little I know of Descartes' "A Discourse on the Method".