Tattoos

Antoine wanted a “tattoo” so I let them draw on each other with a pen. At first it was little things, but then Antoine wanted a big one. I am flabbergasted by Guillaume’s talent; he’s 7 years old! He did this by copying from a coloring book.

Water Polo

For the past 8 months or so, my oldest son has been part of an Intro to Water Polo class and team, offered by the local aquatic sports club, CASO (Club aquatique du Sud-Ouest). He’s been to weekly practices and several matches. In March, we went to matches that were part of Les Jeux de Montréal, and annual sport event for kids. The games were held in the Complexe sportif Claude-Robillard, where the water polo matches for the 1976 Olympics were held; that was pretty neat for me, since I’m an Olympics buff. Another time, we had a parents vs kids match, where the rules were, let’s say, a bit looser (there were definitely more than 5 players on each side!). That was fun, but it also made me realize how difficult it is to *not* touch the bottom of the pool!

Yesterday, we went to the final tournament of the season for the “Ligue des Pamplemousses” (Grapefruit League), the league of about 8 kids teams in the Montreal area. Antoine is in the Under 12 age category. Since his team was ranked in first place after the rest of the season, they skipped the quater-final round, and went straight to the semi-final, against the CDN-Chaos. What a match it was! Antoine defended really well, it was by far his best game of the season. Him and Number 8 from the opposing team were always together, each one defending very well, neither giving the other player an inch. Then, in the last period, Antoine scored a beauty of a goal. He swam with the ball, kept it out of reach from the defense, looked for someone to pass to, couldn’t find anyone, so instead, he shot to the top of the net, and in it went! Final score, 4-1 for CASO! On to the final gold-medal game of the season!

The final game was to be played against Laval. They had a strong-looking team; 11 players versus our 8 (so they were able to change players more often and keep everyone more refreshed), and one 12 year old who was a giant compared to the others; he looked like he was 15 or 16!

So, on to the game. It was a close battle, back and forth, back and forth. Several close calls, the ball hitting the crossbar, or sailing right over. At the end of the first two 5m25s periods (there are 4 periods total), the score was tied: 3-3 and then 5-5. Then in the 3rd period, disaster for the Laval team: the goalie, in trying to avoid a rushing attacker, put his hand too far back and ended up putting the ball in his own net. Goal for CASO! Laval battled back from that mistake, and the period finished with them ahead, 8-6. One period left!

By the start of the final period, you could tell that the kids on both sides were tired, but especially for CASO. Antoine told me that the kids on his team were more than nervous; they had only been in the lead once in the game, always battling back to tie it, but never able to get ahead. Could they actually tie the game again, and then take the lead when it counted?

More swimming back and forth, more missed chances on both sides. Then CASO got a penalty shot awared to them, and they scored! It was now a one goal game, 8-7. But not long after, Laval scored again. At this point, it should have been 9-7, but the person in charge of the electronic scoreboard made a mistake, and made it 8-8! The Laval parents in the stands got all excited, waving at the officials, trying to get them to see the error. Meanwhile, the kids kept playing; CASO scored! In all the confusion with the scoreboard I didn’t see how they scored, but all of a sudden it said 8-9 in CASO’s favour! Finally the officials noticed the error, and they fixed it. It was actually 9-8 for Laval. More furious battling, and then another penalty shot for CASO, 9-9! Then, with less than a minute to go, CASO went straight to the net, with their strongest swimmer going for it. Right then, with 36 seconds to go, Laval called a timeout. CASO’s momentum was stopped, but everyone got a chance to breathe. Laval changed their goalie at this point. When play started again, the CASO player hesitated and hesitated, before finally taking the shot with only 6 seconds left. The goalie made the save! Only a couple of seconds before we’d be going to overtime!

And then disaster struck again.

The new goalie for Laval reached back to throw the ball far down the pool, but… she reached back too far. The ball went into the net. And then, game over. CASO won!

When this happened, the Laval parents were in shock. They couldn’t believe what just happened. Stunned silence. For a second there I thought, no, the officials can’t let our team win that way, that’s a really shitty way to win. But I saw the Laval coaches react (one knocked over a chair). So did the officials. Everyone knew that she had actually put the ball in her own goal. It counted. It was over. The rules are the rules. If they hadn’t counted it as a goal, CASO could definitely have argued for it. The Laval players were devastated. A couple of them were crying when they walked away from the pool. The parents were still in shock, none of them believing what had just happened.

I thought a lot about this game yesterday and today. First and foremost, what a horrible way to lose a game. The kids on the losing team looked bitterly disappointed. I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad life experience to go through something like that. On the one hand, it’s just a game. Laval got their silver medals in a little ceremony afterwards. On the other hand, learning to deal with disappointment, adversity, and “bad luck”, is an important life skill. Hopefully, the cliché of “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger” holds true for these kids. Still, I couldn’t help but feel bad for them. The league does what it can to promote fair play, and teamwork, and just having fun while playing. But during the Jeux de Montréal, I saw matches that ended being 13-0 or 14-2, total blowouts. Those couldn’t have been fun for the kids on either side. This match was different, so unbelievably close throughout. CASO got a few lucky breaks, but then, so did Laval; crossbars and timeouts at just the right moment (not mention having more players) certainly helped them stay just one step ahead of CASO for most of the game. One thing’s for sure: no player on either team is (hopefully) going to make the same mistake again when it’s their turn in goal.

What a season it was. I never thought I’d get so excited watching kids play water polo (sorry for the lack of pictures, I was too into watching the game!), but the coaches of all teams really did an excellent job with their teams. You could see the progress that individual children made. The CASO coaches (Marin, Vincent, and all the others) always encouraged the kids, showed them how to improve their techniques, and were great all around. Bravo to CASO and all the other teams in La Ligue des Pamplemousses!

 

Coffee

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This past September, I went to Whistler, BC for a week, to participate in Automattic’s annual Grand Meetup. Since there were almost 500 of my colleagues coming together from all over the world, I decided that it would be fun to organize a coffee exchange. I brought over 2kg of Cuban coffee (in particular, the Cubita brand, which I enjoy very much as my go-to coffee). In exchange, I got coffee from all over!

Since then, I’ve been going through them; I haven’t even yet tried them all! My favorite so far though is probably the two Cervantes coffees, from Nicaragua and Vietnam. They’re from Springfield, VA. Unfortunately, I don’t remember who it was from, so whoever it was, thank you, and identify yourself in the comments!

And of course, thanks to all who participated in the exchange!

Privilege

I want to preface this by saying that I don’t have any deep thoughts, or solutions, or meaningful words of consolation, to offer to anyone reading this. But I’ve had these thoughts in my head all day, and I need to get them out.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been very, very liberal, or left-wing, or whatever label you want to give it, and proudly so. However, I’ve never given much thought to the privileged place I have in this world. Somehow, yesterday’s horrible electoral result has forced me to face that.

How am I privileged? I’m a white heterosexual male, educated, living in one of the richest and safest countries in the world: Canada. I don’t need to worry about being harassed when walking down the street, or deal with prejudice every day from people and institutions (including those in positions of power). I have relatively easy access to health and educational institutions and services, credit, employment, lodging, and everything that me and my family needs, no matter how imperfect these may be.

But what does this have to do with the election? Well, I realized today that I am very privileged indeed to be living in Canada. I have the luxury of saying that the election of that most despicable and vile man does not directly affect me, really. Of course, it likely will affect me in ways unforeseen, because of what may happen on the world stage with him and his ilk leading Canada’s neighbour, the world’s largest economy and military. Still, it doesn’t affect me directly. I won’t have a Supreme Court potentially taking away my rights. I won’t have my access to health and education taken away from me. I won’t have to explain to my children why we have an increasingly militarized police force (well, not to the same extent as in the US, anyway). If I wanted to, I could pretty much ignore everything that’s happening south of the border. And at least for the next little while, I will do just that, for my own sanity and mental well-being (dwelling on the result, and the reasons for the result, kept me awake for most of last night).

However, I have friends south of this border. Friends who are legitimately afraid of what this election will bring to them and their loved ones. Afraid of the coming policies that will undoubtedly affect them directly, and not just for the next 4 years, but for many more beyond. To all my friends who are rightfully worried and scared: I love you all dearly, and I’m sorry. Today, I was made aware that I have a privilege that they don’t: I can say, “I am not stepping foot in the US as long as that man is President.” They have to live there.

Transit maps for Giacomo

Last week, I got this message through my Mexico Metro site:

I am trying to obtain a map brochure of the train system for my autistic nephew’s birthday. He is very interested in public transportation, especially subways, and as a gift, I am collecting brochures of various transportation maps from around the world. If you could please mail a subway map brochure, it would be much appreciated. Thank you.

I’m going to look through my pile of papers and maps this weekend to see what I can find for her nephew, but I also sent her to the best person I know to get a wider audience for request: the Transit Maps blog. As I’d hoped, the great owner of that site, Cameron, came through:

He’s already gotten pledges for 17 different maps. Turns out that the nephew mentioned in the original message sent to me is a young boy named Giacomo who’s going to turn 9 soon. Let’s send him some maps! Go check out Cameron’s post to learn how you can contribute to making this little boy’s birthday a memorable one!

Water Main Woes

A couple of weeks ago, on August 13th, a major water main broke in my neighbourhood, Saint-Henri, a few blocks from where I live. We first noticed that the water pressure was low at around 11 in the morning, and when I changed the cats’ water, I noticed that the water was coming out a bit brown. Now, I’m used to this; on our stretch of Saint-Jacques, we have a couple of smaller leaks or breaks a year, it seems. Once it broke in the winter, and the street got covered in ice. They had to send big scrapers to scrape away the ice every few hours, until they could find the source of the leak and fix it. Over 900 water mains break every year in Montreal!

 

Here’s one that happened also not too far, just a month earlier.

And this one happened just a couple days later.

And another one happened just yesterday on Notre-Dame and Rose de Lima. I can’t find anything in the news about it though, I guess it wasn’t large enough, ha! Here’s a picture of the street this afternoon; they’ve finished fixing it, and I guess they’ll re-pave it tomorrow:

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Anyway, the pipe that burst on Saint-Antoine was a 76cm pipe, so, not a small one! Have a look at this gusher:

Some of the theories I read say that they were caused by some work happening elsewhere which increased the water pressure in the mains in my area, and since a lot of the pipes are so old (some are even a century old or more), they just couldn’t deal with the increase in pressure. I’m obviously no engineer, but this sounds plausible to me. When they’ve dug up the road on my street, I’ve seen how some of the pipes are just crumbling.

So, here are some pictures that I took last week, a week after the original breakage:

 

And here are some pictures I took today:

 

What a mess. Apparently it won’t even be fixed until the end of this week, as they have to do some work on some parts to get them to fit together properly. Not fun at all. School starts this week, and with school, extra traffic. Our kids’ school bus will have some long detours because of this. Can’t wait for it to be fixed!

Opening Ceremonies

A version of this article appeared on my colleague’s site

I am a really big fan of the Olympic Games, and my favourite part of them is the Opening Ceremonies. Don’t get me wrong: I’ll be stuck to the TV / Live Streams / Social Media until the Olympic cauldron is extinguished! But I really love the Opening Ceremonies, and I don’t miss them for anything. I always take vacation from work during the Olympics, and I make sure to watch it, no matter what time of day or night!

What is it about the ceremonies that gets me, though? Well, I really like the more traditional parts of it. The anticipation to see who will light the cauldron. The raising of the Olympic flag. The fact that French is always used (an homage to Pierre de Coubertin). The declaration that the Games are now open. And of course, the Parade of Nations. I love seeing the athletes from smaller delegations walk in, looking so happy to be there, representing the country and their sport.

Some of the highlights from past Opening Ceremonies for me:

  • The bow and arrow that lit the cauldron in Barcelona!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sU89ZmB71rc
  • Muhammad Ali lighting the flame in Atlanta:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmzr3tZSHxU
  • The Australian women athletes who passed the torch around, and then Cathy Freeman (an Australian Indigenous person) actually lighting the flame (even though there was a malfunction!)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWXT6VyD10M
  • East Timor joining the Games for the first time in Athens
  • North and South Korea entering under one flag in Sydney
  • Wayne Gretzky lighting the outdoor cauldron in Vancouver, and the later joke about the malfunction during the closing ceremonies:https://youtu.be/EYlCGQ628gE?t=36m14s

On the artistic side of the ceremonies, it’s always impressive to see how each country views their own history and culture, and how the choose to show it to the world. In Torino, the homage to Dante, and Pavarotti:

In Athens, the history of Greece through its art. In Beijing, the Chinese opera. Every country shows off what it considers to be the best parts of itself. I am very much looking forward to some Samba in Rio’s ceremony!

Featured image by Ian Patterson (IMG_3915) CC BY 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons