Monday, 30 November 2009

Day the Last

Today is the final day of NaBloPoMo. I did it! Huzzah.

So the quality of posts wasn't consistently great, but, on the other hand, I did write a few good ones. And if I hadn't been posting every day I probably would have posted about 5 pieces of filler and no good ones, so probably a win over all?

I wish the people who run these monthly challenge things would smarten up and do them during the summer. Like, the first year of ScriptFrenzy, when it was in June, that was so ideal. And then they changed it to April. And this is in November. And NaNoWriMo is in November. What the heck? Even September and January would be decent months, if you absolutely couldn't do summer. The world is just so anti-student.

Also, apparently grocery stores in the city don't sell Christmas trees. Um, what? At home, all the grocery stores sell Christmas trees. You don't buy them there, mind you, but they sure as heck sell them. But our local Sobeys doesn't have any, and Superstore had four that were too big an "weren't getting any more, we're amazed we even have those ones, we never sell real trees." Boo, hiss. So where does one buy a tree in the city, then? Hmph.

Ah well, we've still got two weeks to figure it out.

Anyway, now that I don't have to post every day, I'll be taking a break for a bit - two papers due and three exams to write, all on Thursday, so I'm going to go panic and freak out, because I am nowhere near being prepared for such a thing.

Much love, more soon(ish).

Sunday, 29 November 2009


I like Christmas. I like Christmas a lot.

Friday night was the third annual Christmas Miracle potluck. Christmas Miracles are the best kind of miracles.

Yesterday one of my roommates returned from a visit home with Christmas decorations. We now have garland on top of our counters. Which feels like home.

We're hopefully getting a tree today. I can't wait.

Christmas party two weeks from today.

Also, Christmas music? The best.

Saturday, 28 November 2009

Only 3 more days of me making cop-out filler posts!

Dislike: rain

Like: friends

Dislike: not getting anything done

Like: sleeping

Dislike: the internet

Like: the internet

Friday, 27 November 2009

Today was going to be the day I made a real post again, but alas it is not to be. Perhaps tomorrow.

Dishwasher is still broken.

Homework is still largely unfinished.

Christmas party plans are coming along nicely.

Too much rain. I think we'll soon be washed away if this continues.

Nothing else to report.

Thursday, 26 November 2009

One step forward...

I finally feel remotivated. I'm not sure whether it was that I got bored enough to start working again, stressed enough to start working again, or if finally giving in to my cravings for greasy food was just the kick start I needed, but one way or another I'm starting to make some progress on one of the many papers due in the very near future.

In other news, our dishwasher has stopped working. I know that I lived most of my life in a house that didn't have a dishwasher, and I know that many many many people in the world have way worse problems. But damn, it sucks. Doesn't it know that it's installed in an apartment full of university students with exams around the corner? We've got no time for dishwashing, dear machine, that's supposed to be your job!

A week from today I have two papers due and write three exams. Freakin' out.

Wednesday, 25 November 2009

This week is not going so well. You can probably tell from my posting habits.

This blogging every day thing is not going so well for me any more. It's becoming a chore. However, since there are only five days left in November after this, I will persevere a little longer. And I guess it's still better than not posting ever, because at least a few times this month I have put something up that is actually something I wanted to write about and get out there. So I guess a bonus over all.

Plus, blogging gives me an excuse to put off things like essay-writing just a little bit longer. Woohoo!

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

November Blahs

I have felt so unmotivated to do anything remotely productive the last few days.

It's that November slump that seems to hit every year.

I'm gonna break out of it; starting today I'm going to get stuff done.

No more putzing around on the internet.

No more staying up late without a good reason.

Homework, friends, or sleep. Those are the options.

On the bright side, only 3 more weeks...

Monday, 23 November 2009

This is all I've got for you...

Someday soon, I'll write a real post, I promise.

In the meantime, go listen to this cover of Katy Perry's "Hot'n'Cold" by Los Colorados.

Sunday, 22 November 2009


Yesterday, I spent FIVE HOURS shopping. This is unheard of. Normally I hate shopping. However, it's a lot better when I just wander around with one of my BFFs and mostly go to stores that look fun and spend way more time walking than actually shopping and end the day with a stop for delicious pastry-type things.

Then, we went to the Christmas parade with a couple of our other friends, followed by dinner at our favourite Chinese restaurant, followed by boardgames.

Very good day. Very good.

Saturday, 21 November 2009

The Things on My Walls

A little glimpse of the world in which I live...

The poster in the middle is something I won. In grade 10 my school had a Wellness Day, and at the women's version, everyone attended three workshops of their choice. At the end of each workshop, they drew names to give away a couple small prizes. I won something at each of my workshops: this poster, what quickly became favourite book, and a t-shirt. The images around it are from National Geographic. They're actually pictures my mom had up in her room when she was in university. We moved the summer before I started university, and in the process of packing she came across them, and I decided to keep some of them for my walls.

These guys were here when we moved in. I thought it was pretty neat, so I left them up.

These were a present for my birthday last year. They glow in the dark! And it makes me so happy that they include Pluto.

This is a sword. It came from the dollar store, and has been the cause for several sword fights. It didn't fit in the storage spaces under my bed, so it got put on the wall.

A town near home holds a Scarecrow Festival every year. My friends and I went all throughout junior high and high school, and always in costume, just for the heck of it. There were little kidgames there, and in grade 8 or 9 I won this from the fish pond.

This is my organizing wall, right above my desk. Four months of calendars; yearly, semesterly, monthly, and weekly to do lists; class schedule; sticky note reminders; and a fortune from a fortune cookie that says "you'll accomplish more if you start now" (advice every university student needs!).

Friday, 20 November 2009

Faster, Higher, Stronger

So remember the other day when I said I might be going to see the Olympic Torch that night? Yeah, that didn't happen; there was too much homework to be done. It came back through this morning though, so I got up bright and early to go check it out.

I'm not quite sure how I feel about the Olympics. Sure, I like internationalism and the feeling of community and togetherness and being part of something bigger. And I like rooting for the underdog, so being form Canada this works out well for me.

I just can't help but feel that there might be something better that those billions of dollars could be going toward? I think that feeding the hungry or something like that might make an even bigger feeling of worldwide community and togetherness.

I know this has been said by many people many times before me, and it will likely never change, but it still irks me.

Seeing the torch was still pretty awesome.

Thursday, 19 November 2009

Growing Up

I hate growing up.

It's funny, when you're a kid, you just want to grow up so you can be in charge and not have to listen to adults anymore. But the older I get, the more I wish there was still some adult telling me the right thing to do.

Growing up is hard. I always expected life would get easier as you got older and figured things out, but I'm starting to realize that's not true. At work this summer, the two ladies I worked with told me that the 20s were a hard age, and that so far the 30s were even harder. I don't think it ever gets easier, or at least not for a long time. And that stinks.

So far, they've been right. Twenty only happened to me not long very ago, but so far, it's been hard. Nineteen was pretty tough for me too, but this twenty thing is sorta lame. I'd take last year's problems any day.

Ah well. Not much I can do about it.

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Another Cop-Out Post!

Okay, so:

Yesterday was the best day I've had in a while: email form a muchly missed friend who is away, went on a field trip, had one class cancelled, another prof prof brought cookies and and a picture book for us, went to a lecture followed by a reception which resulted in going to class drunk, then had a wonderful visit.

Today, decent, I don't know, sorta lame in comparison.

Maybe going to see the Olympic Torch tonight, I think that would be fairly neat.

Have a presentation tomorrow that I'm nowhere near ready for, so I'm gonna go do that.

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

Didn't have time to post this morning, am otherwise occupied now. Sorry!

Monday, 16 November 2009


Ones I currently have:

Chocolate, of any variety.

Those first two are currently eating dangerously into my homework time. And my blogging time. Sigh. I'm two hours behind where I meant to be today, and also intended to produce a more substantial post today. Whoops.

Sunday, 15 November 2009

Blog Swap: Deuce Baggins, Private Eye - Chapter 3

As part of NaBloPoMo, I'm taking part in a blog swap today. This post comes from Johnny Pez, and is the third chapter of his story "Deuce Baggins, Private Eye." Links to the first two chapters can be found at the bottom of the post, I would recommend checking them out! My post for today can be found over at his blog (a story I wrote some time ago that never made it on here), and a list of all the participants can be found here.

When Miss Rushlight's box had mostly burned away I reached into the fireplace with a pair of tongs and pulled out the small metallic object shining in the fire. I set it down on the flagstone in front of the fireplace and knelt down to have a good look.

It was a gold ring.

I picked away the smouldering, blackened bits of the box and threw them back into the fire. When I noticed some glowing red lines etched into the ring I leaned close to get a good look and got my first surprise. I expected the ring to radiate heat after being in the fireplace for an hour, but it didn't. I gingerly reached out to touch it and found it as cold as ice. I picked it up and studied the glowing lines.

Someone who had studied calligraphy under a master had etched words into the inner and outer surfaces of the ring in gorgeous, flowing Fëanorian script. The language was unfamiliar, but it was an ugly one. Trying to speak it would be like trying to gargle brier thorns.

Surprise number two came quickly. While I was staring at it, the glowing red words faded away, and I was left with what looked like a plain gold ring. I proceeded to utter the most vile curse word in my formidable arsenal of profanity:
Varda's crown, but I hated magic. It was guaranteed to make a simple case complicated and a complicated case impossible. If' I'd known what Miss Rushlight was getting me mixed up in, I would have told her what she could do with her "parcel".

And the worst thing about magic is that it's sticky. Now that I had accepted Miss Rushlight's money and taken possession of her "parcel", I was bound to it. I could leave it here on the floor in this room in the Green Dragon and walk away, and as sure as Yavanna made little green apples, within a week it would find its way back into my life, bringing ten times as much trouble as before.

I was trapped, but good. The only thing to do was to deal with the mess I had been handed the best way I could. With a sigh, I picked up the ring and slipped it into the pocket of my vest. The damned thing already seemed as heavy as a horseshoe; I could feel it weighing me down as I stood up.

I grabbed my trenchcoat where it had been drying by the fire and put it on. It was time to go see Bywater's resident expert on magic.

It was time to see Doc Gandalf.

Saturday, 14 November 2009

Not sure quite what to post today.

I'm at home for the weekend. Doing homework, snuggling with my cat, eating delicious food my parents keep feeding me.

Plans for the day: Go for a walk; do more homework; play with cat; maybe go see 2012 tonight. Pretty chill day, I'm thinking.

Tomorrow I'm doing a blog swap, so get excited, yay!

Friday, 13 November 2009

Things I Hate About the Education System

1. University is really not supposed to be about getting a job, yet that's what it's turned into. It's supposed to be about learning and acquiring knowledge, not skills. So many people go around saying "ugh, I can't believe I have to take this stupid required course, this has nothing to do with my degree, this won't get me a job, wah wah wah." Shut up. That's not the point. If you want a job, go to community college (Disclaimer: I don't have anything against community college or anything. I think it's great. I'm just saying that community college and university have different purposes). If you're not at university to learn and broaden your understanding of life/the world/things in general, you're in the wrong place. Get out.

2. It's too stressful. And no, that's not just me being a pansy. One of my profs was just talking about this yesterday, actually. Even she said that since we are there to learn, learning should be interesting and fun. And honestly, I find the knowledge is more likely to stick with me if, like she's doing, we have the exam questions a week in advance and can think about them over that time; rather than studying for a day and writing a 2-hour test. Less stress = happier students = better learning environment.

3. It's too focused. You have to limit yourself to studying at most two main subject areas, and then you can get about 4 credits-worth of brief glimpses of other sorts of things. I want to know about everything. We study and study and study so in-depth and so narrowly that we have no context of how it relates to anything else. There needs to be some breadth there too. And I hate hate hate that you have to be an "arts student" or a "science student" or a "commerce student" or whatever else. Why? What would be so bad about mingling them and letting someone major in, say, Physics and French? Why can't we do that? It's a stupid rule. Just stupid.

4. Research and teaching should not necessarily go hand in hand. I've heard stories, from both students and profs, about profs who actually told their classes that they hate students and only taught because they had to in order to get the research position. Yeah, I'm sure students will be learning a lot from profs like that. I understand that it's difficult for research to be done outside of the university setting, but I think the universities should have different positions. Research profs, and teaching profs. They can hire a certain amount of each, and if someone wants to do both, fine, they can apply for both and get hired maybe for one or the other, or maybe for both. And if someone wants to do one but not the other, they just apply for that position, and you don't end up with profs who hate students.

5. It's too expensive. But so are most things.

Thursday, 12 November 2009

Oh, my love, it was a funny little thing

Another quick post today, sorry. I just don't have the time or the energy or the focus for anything more substantial. Something better tomorrow, I PROMISE.

If it makes you feel any better, I started to write out something funny that happened today, but by the time I gave all the context, and it was sort of one of those things that you need to be able to hear the expressions in the voice... just wasn't funny in that format. Sorry.

So that I'm not leaving you with nothing, though, here's a youtube video of a song I like. It's called "Bridges and Balloons" by the Decemberists. It is apparently a cover, and the original was done by Joanna Newson, but I've never heard her version or even heard of her, and I love the Decemberists, so this is the version you're getting. Enjoy!

Wednesday, 11 November 2009


It amazes me how disrespectful people have been towards Remembrance Day this year.

I'm not sure if it's a "this year" thing, or if it's a city thing, but either way: It's awful.

Hardly anyone has been wearing a poppy lately. One of my roommates has been keeping a rough count, and estimates that only about 1 in 6 people off-campus wear poppies, and on-campus the number is more like 1 in 10. At home, there would be more like 1 in 10 NOT wearing poppies, if the number was even that big.

My peers disappoint me. The majority of my friends wouldn't come to the Remembrance Day ceremony this morning because they had other things to do. Like sleeping, or homework. I'm sorry, but thousands of people your age gave up their LIVES for this country, and thus for YOU. I'm pretty sure you can give up AN HOUR to go honour them. In the words of Terry Kelly, it's a pittance of time.

The worst, though, is the amount of people that use it as an excuse to go party. "Oh, we don't have class on Wednesday, it won't matter if I'm hungover, let's get trashed Tuesday night!" No, no, no, no, NO! That is not appropriate. That is disrespectful. That is disgusting.

At the ceremony this morning, no one sang. I can understand not singing the hymns. I personally do not know all the words to "Oh God our help in ages past" off the top of my head, so I can sympathize with you on that one. HOWEVER. O Canada. The national anthem. Not one voice raised in song. Not one mouth opened in support of this nation. Not one. What?

I've been trying and trying to come up with explanations for this phenomenon. I have a few, but none of them seem like justification to me.

So Halifax is a university town. There's a young population. Our generation is further removed from the realities of war, don't know people who gave their lives, blah blah blah. I can see where you're coming from on that one, but no. I don't think a separation of time lessens the sacrifice.

I was thinking that maybe it's because there's less of a community connection to the legion in Halifax? Around home, I could tell you where just about any of the legion halls are. Community events and that sort of thing frequently list the legion as a sponsor. Halifax? Legion hall? No clue! And everything is sponsored by The Bounce and The Chronicle Herald. So maybe that's part of it? I don't know.

And the other thing I was thinking of is the current wars: Afghanistan and Iraq. Normally you would expect the fact that there's a war going to make people more thankful for veterans. But I know hardly anyone that supports those two wars. So maybe that's somehow skewing their view on the World Wars? I think you'd have to be severely uninformed to not be able to see the difference between the two situations, though.

Whatever the reason, I think it's a terrible state of affairs.

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

10000 words

Tuesdays are loooooong days. I leave home at 9:30 a.m. to walk to campus. I have class from 10-11:30, workshop from 11:30-1:00, class from 1:00-4:00, go to the library to do homework from 4:00-6:30, have class from 6:30-9:30, and get home around 10:00. I am tired. So, today, I'm posting some photos. I took these around my neighbourhood yesterday. Cities are dumb in that you can't get a decent photo for all the cars and power lines. But a few of them turned out alright, I suppose.

This is, more or less, what you see when you leave my apartment.

A view of the neighbours' back yard. I love it when the sky is blue blue blue like that. It makes me feel like the line in Regina Spektor's song Oedipus - "The sky'd be so big that it broke my soul."

Some berries in our yard.

This Bubble Tea Shop is just around the corner from us, and I think it's cute. I've never actually had bubble tea. I keep meaning to go, but, I don't know, I just don't. Maybe "first experience of bubble tea" would make for good NaBloPoMo fodder. :)

The mailbox of the people who live a few doors down from us. I had never noticed this before - but to be fair, I very very rarely go in that direction.

Exactly my point about the power lines. Otherwise a very pretty church, just up the road.

The view from our back yard into some neighbours' back yards.

And again.

A berry. Not sure what kind of tree these are from (some kind of coniferous), but they always remind me of our Lunenburg house. There was an enormous tree like this by the corner of the house. We decorated it with outdoor Christmas lights every year. It had these kinds of berries, and when we were kids my brother and I would mix them into our "Indian paint" to give it a reddish colour. Until mom found out and told us to be careful with strange berries...

Monday, 9 November 2009

My problem.

So here it is. My problem with blogging. It's not that I don't have ideas. It' not that I don't have things to talk about. It's (usually) not that I can't find the right words to express them. Nope.

The problem is, all of my ideas are too interrelated. When I start thinking about what to write, my thoughts on education pass through a rant about politics to end up at a discussion of religion. And maybe that's not such a bad thing; but if I wrote everything I wanted to say about all of that, I would be churning out blog posts 12 pages long!

As frustrating as that can be when it comes to blogging, in other areas of life I'm really glad that's how things work. I love it when things I learn in math relate to things I learned in Foundation Year, and when what we talk about in French Lit is just like that other thing we talked about last week in my Canadian Studies class. I think that's the best.

My grade 10 history teacher (coincidentally my favourite teacher ever) had murals covering the walls of his classroom - Napoleon and Marie-Antoinette, to name a few. The door, however, was the best of all. It was was divided off by thick black lines into smaller sections of random shape and size. These sections were painted in all different colours. Over top of this was painted a tree, spreading its branches through these different sections. At the top was the title "Consilience."

Consilience is the idea that all areas of knowledge are interrelated, and dependent on one another. They're not separated out into these different blocks of knowledge where you can know everything about one subject with absolutely no knowledge of the others. It just doesn't work that way. Everything, everything is connected in some way or another.

This would be an ideal springboard to jump into some of my thoughts on education, but I think I'll leave it at this for now, and try to separate education into an independent post for another day.

Sunday, 8 November 2009


I love fall. I love everything about fall. I love the look of leaves coating the ground, and the delightful crunchy noise of stepping on them. I love the colours. I love orange and red and yellow and brown. I love pumpkins. I love Halloween and Thanksgiving. I love the temperature of fall. I love the way the air smells. I love it.

But I kind of like this in-betweeny period as fall changes to winter too. I like the first morning that you get up and see snow outside your window. As soon as it hits, Christmas music is playing pretty much constantly. As I mentioned yesterday, my roommates and I have already started planning a Christmas party over a month in advance. Yesterday, I had a Secret Santa draw with another group of friends, and our gracious hostess served Christmas cookies.

I'm still sad to see fall go, though... my crunchy leaves are all wet and soggy now.

Saturday, 7 November 2009

It's been a bit of a rough week, actually not just for me but for a lot of the other people I know, which made it even worse. Yesterday was just the sort of day I needed to get cheered up and back in the swing of things.

I woke up to find that the first snow of the year had fallen. I'm not ready for snow that lasts just yet, but I do like the first snow, because it's so pretty! Plus then it's okay to listen to Christmas music. :)

I got quite a bit of work done in the morning/afternoon, so this week coming is looking like it won't be too bad.

Between getting work done, I went to math class, which was excellent. My prof tends to give us some "life advice" on occasion. Yesterday this was "take care of yourselves and don't die because it will be upsetting to other people" and "it's important to keep up with the news." I love that first one; I was considering writing it in my day planner with the rest of my math homework.

After my productive afternoon in the library, I headed to the Wardroom for Early Happy Hour. I saw quite a few friends that I haven't seen in some time, which was great. I realized that I hadn't really seen non-roommate friends in over a week, and had barely even seen my roommates, since we'd all been shut in our rooms studying. So it was really nice to relax and talk and catch up and laugh.

Then I came home and cooked up the fajitas that my mother had sent in to us (I love my parents!). And then had cupcakes, and happened to start talking about Christmas, and decided to have a Christmas party and spent all evening planning it and playing Christmas music on keyboard/guitar.

Plans for today: reprise of pancake day Saturday, clean room, see more friends I haven't seen lately, go swing dancing, chill for the evening, get another good night's sleep. This is the first weekend in three weeks that I haven't been crazy-busy, so I intend to appreciate the down-time while it lasts.

Friday, 6 November 2009

How do you know someone?

How do you know when you know someone? How do you tell? There are just so many ways of knowing people.

Sometimes I feel like I barely know some of my friends. I know nothing about their past, or in some cases (actually, more cases than is probably right) even what they've been up to lately. But I can tell you pretty much everything they like and dislike, their opinions on many matters, or predict what their response will be in just about any situation.

Other people are the exact opposite. I can tell you everything about their life, but I feel like I barely know them.

And then there's that whole other issue of feelings. I can hardly ever figure out how people are feeling, unless of course they are displaying strong signs of emotion. I can totally figure out really excited or really happy or really sad or really angry. But for the more subtle things, I just can't seem to get in their heads and figure it out. Maybe this has something to do with the fact that everyone tells me they have a hard time reading me? I don't know.

Anyway. My point is. How do you know when you know someone? What is it? What defines "Yes, I know this person well and we are close friends!" (or very well-known enemies, as the case may be) as opposed to "I know some stuff about this person but we are really just acquaintances!" Sometimes I have a hard time telling.

And then I guess there are also other times, where it's like "I know nothing about this person's life and I don't really know anything about their thoughts or feelings, but we've had some shared experiences that were a pretty good time, so I feel like I know them anyway." What's the deal?

I'm involved with a society at King's called the Memoir Project (mayhaps I will write more about that later). Part of it involved a writing workshop from a couple of the Journalism professors. One of them was talking about the way we know people in different contexts, which I found a very interesting idea. That we only know someone in their context as "so-and-so the friend" or "so-and-so the student" or "so-and-so the shy person at the back of the room," but they all have these other contexts that we don't know them in, like "so-and-so the daughter" or "so-and-so the employee" or "so-and-so the soccer player" or whatever the case may be. You know?

How can you possibly know someone in all of their contexts? It seems like you would have to be awfully involved in their life to know all the facets of them. And once you know them in one context, how can you break out of that to be able to see them in all those other, different contexts, without having that one interfere? I guess ideally you would want to merge all those different contexts and know them as one complete whole, from all the different angles. But I have to question the extent to which that is even possible.

Thursday, 5 November 2009


So I discovered, after a very tiny bit of looking (yeah, one google search, whatevs), that there is indeed a thing called NaBloPoMo (national blog posting month) and that although you can do it whenever, November is a common time to do it. Apparently I am on top of these fads without even knowing it!

On a related note to things that happen in the month of November and have acronyms and involve writing... if this blog post/day thing works out for me, I'm going to have to do a word count on all of them and see what it is. Maybe I could actually handle NaNoWriMo or ScriptFrenzy during university. Maybe? I would like to.

Anyway, today's post is more of a post for the sake of posting than a post for the sake of saying something. I have things to say, I swear! It's just... I'm so tired. I'm done. The past three weeks have been crazy busy for me, and my personal life is getting pretty stressful lately and yesterday was just the end of my energy. I am burnt out.

So a boring post for tonight. I think I need to get into the habit of posting in the morning, when I usually feel a) more energetic and b) more positive. And then you can actually read some of my more interesting and coherent thoughts instead of just this jumble of mess I usually force on you. Huzzah!

Wednesday, 4 November 2009

Ici, on parle français... parfois.

Sometimes I struggle with expressing myself in English. Oh, sure, I know how grammar works (most of the time), and my syntax is good (usually) and my vocabulary is larger than the average bear's (although I rarely demonstrate that fact). But the language can seem so cold sometimes. Our idiomatic expressions just don't do it for me, I guess.

French, now... there's a language! I struggle and stumble, but some of the expressions just make me smile every time I hear/read them. For example:

Il pleut comme une vache qui pisse (It's raining like a pissing cow) - You just don't get that in English, ya know? Much better descriptor than "raining cats and dogs."

Heureux comme un poisson dans l'eau/comme un oiseau dans l'air (Happy like a fish in water/like a bird in the air) - I guess I just never saw what was so happy about clams. This works so much better for me.

La vie me sourit (life is smiling at me) - What a lovely way to say that all is going well for you! This is exactly how I feel on good days.

Avoir le coeur gros (to have a large heart) - And this is exactly how I feel on bad days. It means "to be sad, real sad" and that's just how I feel... like everything's all stored up in my heart and it's gotten too big and it might burst. I know that we say things like "with a heavy heart" which is sort of the same but, I don't know, for me the feeling is more volume than mass.

Loin des yeux, loin du coeur (far from eyes, far from heart) - Equivalent to our "out of sight, out of mind" but just so much more poetic. Heart > mind. Oh snap, mind.

And, a personal favourite of mine: Peigner la girafe (paint the giraffe) - It means you're doing useless work. I don't know, it just makes me so happy to think that painting a giraffe is considered the epitome of uselessness. Also the image makes me laugh every time. :)

Tuesday, 3 November 2009

I am an albatross

So my search for new music has ended successfully.

I feel almost guilty for liking music that is apparently 'in' at the moment, but Owl City. Really really good. Happiest music ever. I love happy things. :)

Very quick post tonight because it's been a very long day and I'm very tired, but something more substantial should be coming at you tomorrow.

Monday, 2 November 2009

Things I Learned About Nightlife This Weekend

1. Do not take jackets. Freeze on the way there/home. It will be worth it to not have them hinder your dancing.

2. Do not take purses. Wear something with pockets instead. Purses, like jackets, get in the way.

3. Do not where strapless dresses if you intend to dance. No matter how well they fit and how certain you are that they won't actually fall down, they are not worth the bother of worrying about them falling down anyway.

4. Age differences of about twenty years will not necessarily deter someone from persistently trying to dance with you. Even after you've said no several times.

5. Learn to live with the reality of people being in your personal space.

6. Don't worry about being in other people's way; they're not worried about being in your way.

7. Talking to strangers sometimes goes pretty alright. Don't be so scared of it.

8. The best way to learn effective and socially accepted techniques for crowd-maneuvering, stranger-talking, etc. is to observe how others do it.

9. Going out can be fun. Maybe don't spend so much time at home.

Sunday, 1 November 2009


Halloween is sort of a weird holiday, you know?

I think because it changes so much as you grow up. Christmas, for me, has always been about togetherness and about traditions - there has to be certain music and certain food and certain activities, and they're always the same. It was never about presents for me, at least not since I was very very young. Thanksgiving, always a nice meal with the family. Doesn't change. Easter, same deal, plus the added bonus of chocolate.

Halloween, though? Different all the time. As a kid, you've got to have the perfect costume. You hope for perfect weather to go trick-or-treating, which of course hardly ever happens, and suddenly your perfect costume is ruined by those mittens you have to wear... You have the obligatory 'dump out all your candy and trade with your friends.' It's such a happy holiday, but can be so easily ruined - rainstorm on the wrong night, you get all orange suckers and no one wants to trade their reds and purples for them - and bam, you're in tears.

Then you hit junior high, and all of a sudden you've got to deal with the preteen angst of being way too cool for this shit. Of course, if you're my friends and I, you don't care and go out anyway, and listen to all the adults say "aren't you a little old for this?"

By the time you get to high school, costumes are cool again, and you can totally have Halloween parties instead of trick-or-treating. But there's still the issue of finding the right costume - original, but not too difficult to make/find, and recognizable - nothing worse than having everyone ask what you're supposed to be. And then you need to either get invited to a party or host a party - so complicated.

And then you hit university, and everyone uses Halloween as an excuse to get trashed and wear as little clothing as possible. Which is sort of awful. The past two years, I haven't been such a big fan of the holiday. Last year, for example. I went to a really awkward Halloween party, which is another story altogether, but then had to work overnight. This involved rescuing about 20 scantily-clad girls who had, in their drunken stupor, locked themselves out of their rooms, and almost needing to clean up puke. Not cool.

This year, I decided I didn't care that much about Halloween and wasn't going out just for the sake of it. My original plans were to stay in and watch a couple Halloween movies. But I ended up going out to a bar with my roommate to hear a jazz/funk band that we adore (the Mello-tones), and had a fabulous time dancing our hearts out. It was the first time in a while that I actually really enjoyed Halloween.

And from our observations last night, it seems like the 30-40 crowd is stuck taking their kids out trick-or-treating, and then when you hit 50ish, you get to go back to going out and dancing like crazy.

So why is Halloween this way? What's its deal? Why is it so volatile? I guess maybe partly because it's not as family-oriented as most holidays but more of a social affair? I don't know, but it's strange.