Sunday, 12 March 2006

First times

I know I'm going to go to a new job at a new place for the first time in a couple of days, where (amongst others) I'll be using Office 97 because it's a government place that doesn't have new stuff for the first time in quite a while and I'll also be using Lotus Notes for emailing for the first time since 3Com for the very same reason (thank god for Gmail). So it was interesting to do some other thing for the very first time today.
Jo and I decided this morning to have breakfast at this place we like on Chapel Street. We ended up at a different place on Chapel Street, a Greek restaurant that seemed to be nice and cool (it is 36 degrees today, but you can see that the weather is changing; when we left home it was 23, when we got to Chapel it was 26, so in regular Melbourne fashion it will only be 36 for a rather infiticimile (excuse spelling) duration).
I like Greek food, as far as I can tell (a disclaimer I'm adding only because I did not have as much of it yet as I would like to have). Mrs Myron cooked us some Greek food meal once in a dinner that has entered the pages of history as one of the all time best dinners I've ever had; I like the combination of ingredients and tastes they use, even if some of them are unconventional for me. No, I will never forget the Greeks for the way they ruin perfectly good Shawarma meat by pouring yogurt all over it and calling it Suflaki (mind you, with the humus and thina you get in Australia, maybe they're doing us a favor). And I still hate lamb meat because it tastes funny (mind you, in Australia they differentiate between lamb and mutton; lamb is a young sheep, whereas mutton is an old one, and it is the older ones that have much more of that notorious after taste I hate so much in sheep; My brother suspects that in Israel, the land where they try to fuck you the most, they only sell you mutton meat in the first place).
Anyway, because it was still breakfast time (or rather brunch, or as we like to call our late breakfasts: blunch), we didn't go Greek style all the way. Jo had this fruity salad (awch), but I - I ordered a salad at a restaurant for the very first time in my life! Write it down - that's a significant page in history for you!
It was chickpea salad (also known as humus for the Israelis amongst us), which featured chickpeas, rocket and spinach leaves (rockets rock!), a small bit of baked cheese, and a lemony dressing. And it was great, fulfilling, and much healthier than the bacon and eggs combination I had in mind when we left home.
Being that we were in Chapel we visited our old Rebel sports shop, where I finally got something I can use as summer time shoes for the house (check out the photo). They had lots of colors, and I wanted Dutch orange but they didn't have any in my size so I had to settle for Arsenal red instead (even though Juve will beat the crap out of them). The world cup will have to suffer.
A visit to Chapel Street cannot be concluded without the mandatory visit to Borders. I used my new vouchers for the first time! Following the recommendations I received through this blog I got further sequels for the Orson Scott Card's Ender series, Xenocide and the one that follows it. I'm currently like a third of the way into Speaker for the Dead and I cannot decide yet whether it's an interesting philosophical discussion or whether it's a bunch of bull, but I can definitely tell that the book has a grip on me.
They had "buy 3 sci-fi-s, get the third free", so I got a Philip Ka-Dick short story collection featuring Minority Report and We Can Remember it for you Wholesale, a story made famous in one of my all time favorite films, Total Recall. For the memory of a life time.
I also had them reserve their last copy of The Stars My Destination for me at the Borders shop in Melbourne Central, which is near my new work. I'll transport myself there with a little flick of my wisdom tooth in one of my lunch breaks.

Anyway: If you are looking for a morale out of this story, it is this-
Jo has been telling me how her father (currently in his early fifties) has started being afraid of dying lately, since his father (Jo's grandfather) has died several years ago and as some of his friends died, too.
While I think this fear is perfectly legitimate (I'm quite sure I'll die of a heart attack, if only because I'm growing bald Zinadine Zidan style), I find it weird to hear many stories about English people and Australian people dying of bowl cancer (excuse spelling) and other types of cancers in the digestive internal organs. The weird thing is that you hardly get to hear about these types of cancers taking place in Israel, but since moving to Australia and since getting to know Jo I hear about them quite a lot (or rather, significantly more).
I think it comes down to diet and lifestyle in general. I've already expressed my opnion on English food here before, but while I mainly focused on the taste department, it is my opinion that it is very much lacking in the health department, too.
It wouldn't hurt the English side of my family to delve into some healthy Mediterranean food, be it Spanish, Italian or Greek. Or just to have a salad like the one I had today. It tastes damn good, that's for sure.
As someone said in a film I really like, "Open your mind".


uri said...

1. Wuss!
2. For teleportation you only need to picture your current position and intended destination, and to have sufficient will and belief. Teeth can be used to activate the Martian commando hardware.
3. Wouldn’t it be ironic if eating Kosher turns out to be healthier?
4. Wuss!

Moshe Reuveni said...

I know I'm a wuss, but I will also pay the price for my lack of vision (eating shit food) if I'm not paying it now.
I don't think the issue is whether the food is Kosher or not; I think it has to do with eating deep fried and processed food that is usually on the heavier side of fat versus eating natural stuff and fruits and vegetables (and I know which side of things I tend to err to, but I still think the heart would get me before cancer would).

To conclude, my teleportation skills are fucked, teeth or no teeth. I have to settle with long and boring flights (or train rides, in the case of work).