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Sunday, May 31, 2015

Treetop trekking

Today we went for treetop trekking in Brampton... in the rain.


The experience was great. The nice thing is that once you are up there, you cannot give up until you reach the last platform, where there is a stair for you to get down. So you are pushed to the limit, you will have to overcome he obstacles, your fear to get to the finish line.

At one point, one person in my group was stuck on a difficult section, unable to move forward. She was shaking, mostly from the cold and from standing there for too long. But, she had to figure out the way to walk across, and she did it. 
So the activity push you forward, no looking back. The reward is great.
The view is great on the trees, once you walk through the connecting lines. Or if you are up to it, stop while you are walking, the view is incredible.

And then, at the end, you can proudly say, "I've done it".

I have done it and I love it. I would have loved to rewalk to Kingfisher line many times.

P/S while the week was nice. It has to rained on the weekend when we planned this. But the rain barely touched us under all the foliage. The air was cold and fresh. It was great regardless of the weather

Brampton was one of the smaller place. I heard Barrie facility is bigger and more challeging. I want to go there next.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Learning French: Système de numéro

So last week I finally get to count in French on my Doulingo account, not just one, two, three, but up to 100. And I met a bizarre counting system.

Counting in French is not similar to counting in English, Vietnamese, or Chinese language (the three that I have at least some knowledge of). That is enough to make this an odd ball I have never seen before.
4*20 + 19



How different?
English number system is this: twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty…. , and then add one to nine for 21, 22,....(which is what I expected counting in French would be like, silly me).

French count their seventy as soixante-dix (sixty and ten) and eighty as quatre-vingts (four-twenties) and ninety as quatre-vingt-dix (four-twenties and ten). (See more below).

So it is a weird system. Make sense (mathematically) but, still, weird. So I did some digging into this type of counting system.
It is called Vigesimal numeral system, base 20 (the one used in English is decimal, base 10).

Why twenty? 
One source says it is because we human have total of 20 fingers and toes.
And French is not alone. Many European country have the same or similar system, also Maya and Aztec and some Asia region. 

Danish word for 55 femoghalvtreds "five more than half the third twenty-block" [1] – a mouthful and a lot of mental calculation. (I wonder if the word come naturally as children learn the language or would they grow up to be a little bit more efficient with simple math.)

For more interesting and in-depth information of numeral system, consult The Number Concept: Its origin andDevelopment by Levi L.Conant, free on Guntenbert.

A glimpse of French numbers:


Number
 In French
literal
20
vingt
20
21
vingt-et-un
20 and 1
30
trente
30
40
quarante
40
50
cinquante
50
60
soixante
60
70
soixante-dix
60 + 10
71
soixante-et-onze
60 and 11
72
soixante-douze
60 + 12
73
soixante-treize
60 + 13
74
soixante-quatorze
60 + 14
75
soixante-quinze
60 + 15
76
soixante-seize
60 + 16
77
soixante-dix-sept
60 + 17
78
soixante-dix-huit
60 + 18
79
soixante-dix-neuf
60 + 19
80
quatre-vingts
4 × 20s
81
quatre-vingt-un
4 × 20 + 1
82
quatre-vingt-deux
4 × 20 + 2
90
quatre-vingt-dix
4 × 20 + 10
91
quatre-vingt-onze
4 × 20 + 11
92
quatre-vingt-douze
4 × 20 + 12




Friday, May 1, 2015

Pre-Jane's Walk Bicycling

So in spirit of Jane's walk (coming up this weekend), I took out my bike for a test ride along the waterfront trail in the neighborhood. #LoveTOwalk

It took way longer than 5 min, because I was stopping, taking pictures and doubling back on a hidden trail.

Here are some pictures I took on the road.


Some stretch is nice, winding road with red branches

While others are dark, gloomy, like the forest in SnowWhite
 The perks of this year weather (despite being out of quack) is that it is warm and sunny, yet no leaves to hinder the view yet. The lake is blue, the sky is blue, and the trail is sunny. And the mood changes at the whim of the clouds.

Waterfront - bright and blue


River going out to the lake



The hidden trail that I am going to come back for




Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Jane’s Walk - Discovering the neighborhood

Last weekend Apr 18th, I went to volunteer for Jane’s Walk. The day was devoted for introduction, volunteer orientation, and preparation for the event on May 1st, 2nd and 3rd.


So what is Jane’s Walk?



Jane’s Walk is a movement  inspired by Jane Jacob, an urbanist and activist. She wrote a lot about community and city building development. (more on this later)

But we do not need to know about Jane to enjoy Jane’s Walk.

Jane Walk’s is a chance for us to explore and enjoy various neighborhoods on foot, something working people, busy people often do not do. It is volunteer run; every step of the way is volunteer run, from the organizing of tours to the tours themselves.

Jane's Walk now happens in 134 cities in 25 countries.

Jane's Walk in Toronto

Toronto is home to many distinct neighborhood, from bustling downtown core to natural paths, and many diverse culture, Greek, Korean, Italy,... This year, Toronto has more than 150 tours, all lead by locals of the neighborhoods. 

It is a chance for an Etobicoke resident, like me, to learn a little more about Scarborough, and vice versa. Or even if you think you know your neighborhood, you can go on a tour and discover something new. The walk is an occasion for dialogue, for sharing, exploring and learning.

You can check out this place to learn more about Jane’s Walk, and may be drag some of your friends to come and enjoy a walk, exploring the city, and then love it even more.

#LoveTOwalk

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

'Do one thing every day that scares you.'---Eleanor Roosevelt

Well, this is not exactly scary, but in spirit, it is. 
It is me embracing life and being spontaneous. 

Today, a moment inspiration just got over me, and I walked ~4.5km from one student home to another, enjoying the early spring air. (I am not a runner, jogger, or anywhere near fit).

The weather was nice, sunny, and I came across a park with a creek. No leaves on trees yet, but because of this, I got a nice clear view of the park below.


No leaves yet. But thanks to that, I got a nice view of the park below.

P/S. Finally, spring seems to have officially came to Toronto.

A tiny Tulip, probably racing to bloom, fearing another cold spell.


Thursday, April 2, 2015

Water

Today brought about some interesting reminder.
City of Toronto workers came and told us that they would turn off the water for 4-6 hours to fix a breakage.
Normally, it would not even be felt for the residents here, since it is a Thursday – most are either working or at school. Being at home, however, I rush to store water in large pots before they cut off the water, thinking how I can ration this water through the day.
In the end, the water was only off for 2-3 hrs, and its absence was not really felt. But it reminded of the time when I lived back in Vietnam (how we have to save and ration our water) and of how precious water is.

How it is in third world countries?

In Vietnam, water was a luxury, and still is (more so, the farther you got away from the center city). Water source was not a steady supply. We could go on for some time with water just barely dripping from the faucet. Or we would have orange/ metallic tasting water.
Dirty tap water 

 And so the need of tank, pool, buckets. In my childhood, my every house I know has some kind of a reservoir for water so that we have a steady supply of water when we need it.My family built a huge brick tank. My friend house, which did not have a tank, has big glass bottles filled with water. Water has to be left there, until the debris settle, for it to be acceptable. And boiling is a must for it to be drinkable. Depends on your location, your water can have a very different taste to it (I do not have a sensitive tongue, but this I can testify to.)
Water was precious. We save our rice water and vegetable cleansing water for dish washing. We safe floor cleaning water and rain water to clean our yard and water the plant. We used water until it was dirty beyond use before we pour it down the drain.

And Canada?

Here in Canada, however, water is not so precious. We have bottled water, we discard half-used water bottle. We use tap water for drinking, washing, and watering plant. My cousins growing up over here have no concept of turning the tap down a notch to save some water.  We put so much resource to make tap water to drinkable level, and it is used for purpose less than that. It seems wasteful.
Of course there has been some program to save water, including using rain water and reusing hand washing water to flush the toilet. And I am glad for that. But really, we must be all very aware of our water usage and must use them better.

Conclusion

I remember watching a movie, where many characters (living in a hard time) had but one bottle of clean water in the morning to ration between them to brush their teeth and wash their faces. That’s what happens in third world countries. 
And even in rural China


I actually at the better end of things, I still have water supplied to my house, rather than having to go fetch water like many others in Africa or having no clean water like those in rural areas (Watch Here).
My point is the same, water is precious and limited, and we should use it with care. This incident reminds me again the days when water was scared and the places where water is scared.



P/S.  countryside has their own way to get clean water – collecting rain. I had the pleasure to live in the countryside for sometimes, and the rain water was the best experience ever, clean, cool, and refreshing, very different from the water I usually had in the city. But again, we can only collect rain in rain season, so it is not a steady supply. I guess I am still glad that it is not dessert like Africa.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Hello World

Welcome to Mushroom’s Journey,

Be as ease, I am not here to talk about mushroom (and it has little to do with mushroom, so if you are here find much about exotic muchroom species here, sorry).

Why mushroom then? It will be a topic for another time.
This will be, first and foremost,  a personal blog. I am writing this to commit myself to what I do, to meet like-minded people, and to open for new learning opportunity.

So what will I blog about? I have not had a full picture yet, but I will blog about what I do, what I found interesting - books, language learning, computer programming (beginner), and life in general.

This is a beginning, and I apologize in advance because I will still be tweaking the blog for many months to come. I am learning about blog at the same time as everything else I mentioned above.


And this is my journey, a mushroom’s journey.. (maybe I should change that name, before it’s too late..)