On Canadian Hockey, Spanish Food, and Keeping in touch with others

Ah, a glorious morning here in TO.

Right now, as any good Canadian would tell you, the entire country is focused on the Men’s National Hockey Team and their late night victory over Finland.

I’m amazed at the feelings that a simple hockey game can arouse: Anger, Fear, Elation–all that and more packed down into 3, 20-minute periods. The amazing thing about it is that I’m watching it all on TV two time zones away. It’s all so very distant, but it hits so close to home. I had to admit, I get nervous watching the Canadian Men play, moreover, I was totally spent (READ: EMOTIONALLY DRAINED) after yesterday’s game. Granted, Belarus should be a walk-in-the-park for Canada come Friday, but you never know.

Anybody up for Miracle on Ice 3?

I would also like to address this point: While the Canadian Men can smell Gold, it’s the <strong>Canadian Women</strong> who will be playing for it. Their run for the gold medal hasn’t really been covered and we should all give them our support. I must admit though, I like watching Men’s Hockey more than Women’s, and I still disagree with Professor Nancy Theburge’s opinion that there is enough room and desire for a Professional Women’s Hockey League.

…but I digress.

Went out to a restaurant called “A Taste of Spain” last night with Jen. On a scale of 1 to 10, I would rate it 7. Good food, fast, but it doesn’t compare to the authentic stuff you get in Barcelona, Spain. The Paella was okay, could have been better if they had marinated the mussels and the clams. Presentation could be better. All in all, a positive experience. Expect to spend about $50 a person.

Can’t wait to try Terra.

Finally, the last thing I’ve been thinking about recently is the idea that the Internet affords an easier medium for keeping in touch with others. I find that even with email and instant messaging, I still let friends fall through the cracks. The Internet is a great medium for social interaction, in fact, this weblog seems to fulfill that need to share. But it’s not the same. It’s not like a hand written letter, or correspondence between two people lasting a lifetime in ink and paper. Oh well, I must be one lazy SOB.

Cheers,

Tai