Finally, it's here. My favorite time of year. The time of warm breezes, dewy skin, and sunburns. So pardon my lack of posts, as I've come back into my skin and have been avoiding anything that resembles the months of hibernation that have finally ended. Tomorrow is Canada Day, the kickoff to summer. What better way to spend it than to drink all day, frolic, and take in as much free stuff as humanly possible?
I'm heading eastward Tuesday, back to the homestead to see my mother and her cats before I head south to Canso for a weekend of debauchery. If I survive, maybe I'll tell you about it (at least the parts I remember). Cheers!
Sunday, 30 June 2013
Sunday, 2 June 2013
I know, I know...
...I've been slack as of late. But with good reason - are you familiar with the amazingly fantastic weather Halifax has been privy to the past few days!? I feel like I'm coming back into my skin after being relegated to the depths of winter for what felt like an eternity. So I'm sorry if you feel I've neglected you, but I've been having the most wonderful adventures. I promise I'll tell you all about it when they're over. Until then, make your own adventures. We can swap stories some rainy day :)
Wednesday, 22 May 2013
Attention! Attention!
While I know I have been neglecting this tiny corner of the Internet, I promise I have a good excuse: I've been writing. Like, actually writing. Check out what I've been up to: http://shellontheshore.wordpress.com/
Monday, 13 May 2013
The Toothache That Wasn't.
Sunday night. 2 am. Pain searing through my tooth, into my cheek, and burning up into my brain. I am convinced that my teeth are either falling out or dead.
It started a few days earlier, the slightest hint of sensitivity while eating, the occasional dull throbbing while reading a book. I've never been a good dental hygiene practitioner, so I chalk it up to my opposition to flossing and decide I should see a dentist. It's been over a year, after all. I put out a call on my social networking sites for a recommendation - the last dentist was terrible, engaged in an oh-so-obvious feud with his hygienist. As I lay back, drooling and dreading the unavoidable needles to come, they shot snarky comments back and forth as I prayed for the drill, just to provide a distraction from their chilly exchange.
This morning I arrive at work; a typical Monday - I'm tired from staying up too late and everyone is dragging their heels. I call the closest dentist from the list provided by my wonderful Internet pals and trotted down on my lunch hour.
Note: I was fancy today. This is a rarity. I usually wear jeans and a basic shirt with boots. I'm a simple gal. Today I upped the ante a notch and wore a DRESS AND HEELS.
...and then I hiked to the dentist.
Fine. It's a short walk; only about 12 minutes at a normal pace. I arrive, fill out the paperwork, and sit. They get to me quickly, throw me in a chair, and tell me they want to do x-rays. Great. They drop the deceivingly heavy bib on my chest, shove a giant piece of plastic in my mouth, and tell me to hold still. Done. The dentist comes back in the room and says nothing, toying with the computer. He puts my x-ray up on the screen for me to see. I look, expecting to see some horribly disfigured tooth, on the cusp of total destruction - but it looks...normal.
"That's my tooth?", I ask, perplexed. Is this some kind of test? Does he have the wrong x-ray? "Yup", he replies. "Have you been sick lately?".
"Only for the past two years", I reply curtly. I am the congestion queen.
"See that faint line in the x-ray? That's your maxillofacial sinus cavity. You can see the root of your tooth extends into it, right there, about an inch or so. You have a sinus infection. The pressure from it is causing your pain. Your tooth is fine. I did notice when I did a quick exam that you have something happening on the bottom tooth, so you should probably book another appointment for a cleaning and to take care of that".
So I paid $60 to find out I have a sinus infection.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? I, unlike the rest of my colleagues, do not have health or dental insurance. I do not have the luxury of seeing specialists on a whim, just in case - I really thought I was in danger of losing my tooth, or worse, multiple teeth. Don't let my wit and penchant for multi-syllabic words fool you; I'm incredibly vain. I suppose it could have been worse; I could have needed a root canal or something equally expensive and scary.
So there you have it, the story of the toothache that wasn't. Let's hope Tuesday is a bit less eventful (and expensive).
It started a few days earlier, the slightest hint of sensitivity while eating, the occasional dull throbbing while reading a book. I've never been a good dental hygiene practitioner, so I chalk it up to my opposition to flossing and decide I should see a dentist. It's been over a year, after all. I put out a call on my social networking sites for a recommendation - the last dentist was terrible, engaged in an oh-so-obvious feud with his hygienist. As I lay back, drooling and dreading the unavoidable needles to come, they shot snarky comments back and forth as I prayed for the drill, just to provide a distraction from their chilly exchange.
This morning I arrive at work; a typical Monday - I'm tired from staying up too late and everyone is dragging their heels. I call the closest dentist from the list provided by my wonderful Internet pals and trotted down on my lunch hour.
Note: I was fancy today. This is a rarity. I usually wear jeans and a basic shirt with boots. I'm a simple gal. Today I upped the ante a notch and wore a DRESS AND HEELS.
...and then I hiked to the dentist.
Fine. It's a short walk; only about 12 minutes at a normal pace. I arrive, fill out the paperwork, and sit. They get to me quickly, throw me in a chair, and tell me they want to do x-rays. Great. They drop the deceivingly heavy bib on my chest, shove a giant piece of plastic in my mouth, and tell me to hold still. Done. The dentist comes back in the room and says nothing, toying with the computer. He puts my x-ray up on the screen for me to see. I look, expecting to see some horribly disfigured tooth, on the cusp of total destruction - but it looks...normal.
"That's my tooth?", I ask, perplexed. Is this some kind of test? Does he have the wrong x-ray? "Yup", he replies. "Have you been sick lately?".
"Only for the past two years", I reply curtly. I am the congestion queen.
"See that faint line in the x-ray? That's your maxillofacial sinus cavity. You can see the root of your tooth extends into it, right there, about an inch or so. You have a sinus infection. The pressure from it is causing your pain. Your tooth is fine. I did notice when I did a quick exam that you have something happening on the bottom tooth, so you should probably book another appointment for a cleaning and to take care of that".
So I paid $60 to find out I have a sinus infection.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? I, unlike the rest of my colleagues, do not have health or dental insurance. I do not have the luxury of seeing specialists on a whim, just in case - I really thought I was in danger of losing my tooth, or worse, multiple teeth. Don't let my wit and penchant for multi-syllabic words fool you; I'm incredibly vain. I suppose it could have been worse; I could have needed a root canal or something equally expensive and scary.
So there you have it, the story of the toothache that wasn't. Let's hope Tuesday is a bit less eventful (and expensive).
Sunday, 12 May 2013
Video Games
I've never really understood video games. My sister has been a gamer for as long as I can remember, obsessed with everything from The Legend of Zelda to World of Warcraft. I, on the other hand, can barely make it through a round of Mario Kart. I still haven't been able to get through Super Mario Bros. - I bought a Wii this winter in the hopes that I could finally fulfill my seemingly life-long goal of finishing the game (well, a version of it - I don't have a NES to play the original on). Since then, I've used it for Netflix...and that's about it. I think I played Mario twice and got extremely frustrated when I couldn't get past the second level. Sometimes I'll get drunk on rum punch and flail around the living room to Just Dance. That's more my speed.
I guess I prefer something a bit more interactive, like a board game. Or a card game! Mind you, I'm not very good at those either, but I can usually muddle my way through a hand of 45s or a round of cribbage. Growing up, we were obsessed with 45s - I can still remember spending every morning, recess, and lunch huddled around a table with my fellow classmates at the tender age of 10 playing hand after hand of 45s. During my college years I had a brief foray into the world of poker, usually just a $5 buy-in at a friend's place. Because the college I attended was predominantly a trades college, the vast majority were manly men who liked their beer cold and their women hot (we obviously had a lot in common aside from the beer). Being the blue-eyed, blonde-haired gal I was, they assumed I didn't have a clue what I was doing and they could fleece me - and they did, at first. But I have a mean poker face and quickly turned the tables on them. Didn't win any money, but I gave them a good run for theirs.
So why the random post about something I know so little about? I've been obsessed with a song titled Video Games by Lana Del Rey lately. Like, OBSESSED. Have you heard it? It isn't the happiest song, but there's something about the simplicity of the chords and her voice that has this utterly haunting quality; the kind of voice you can't get out of your head for days. Take five minutes and give it a listen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cE6wxDqdOV0
I guess I prefer something a bit more interactive, like a board game. Or a card game! Mind you, I'm not very good at those either, but I can usually muddle my way through a hand of 45s or a round of cribbage. Growing up, we were obsessed with 45s - I can still remember spending every morning, recess, and lunch huddled around a table with my fellow classmates at the tender age of 10 playing hand after hand of 45s. During my college years I had a brief foray into the world of poker, usually just a $5 buy-in at a friend's place. Because the college I attended was predominantly a trades college, the vast majority were manly men who liked their beer cold and their women hot (we obviously had a lot in common aside from the beer). Being the blue-eyed, blonde-haired gal I was, they assumed I didn't have a clue what I was doing and they could fleece me - and they did, at first. But I have a mean poker face and quickly turned the tables on them. Didn't win any money, but I gave them a good run for theirs.
So why the random post about something I know so little about? I've been obsessed with a song titled Video Games by Lana Del Rey lately. Like, OBSESSED. Have you heard it? It isn't the happiest song, but there's something about the simplicity of the chords and her voice that has this utterly haunting quality; the kind of voice you can't get out of your head for days. Take five minutes and give it a listen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cE6wxDqdOV0
Thursday, 2 May 2013
The Great Staycation: Day Two
It is only 3:30, but Day Two has already been a resounding success.
First of all, I must say: I AM SO HAPPY SPRING IS FINALLY HERE. I have spent the past six months in hibernation, and I've been getting incredibly shack-wacky. It's nice to be able to go outside without immediately regretting it.
After a coma-like slumber, I met a friend around 10:30 with the intention of an all-day adventure. We walked from the depths of the North End and picked up another friend on the way down to the Historic Properties to indulge in some epic-sized croissants and coffee at TIBS, followed by a chilly roam around the waterfront. Assuming it would be similar to yesterday's weather, I brought only a sweater and some sunglasses - I later came to regret that decision. After we became sufficiently chilled and played on the playground, we wandered up to Venus Envy to peruse their wares (I awkwardly looked at children's books and avoided eye contact - I'm so cool). We lurked by 2 Doors Down, the new resto on Barrington owned by the same people as Chive's where Lisa's friend will be working - super excited to check that out.
Lisa then remembered that she needed to get garlic for the marinara sauce that is the dipping sauce for this week's croissant at TIBS (I have the coolest friends; Lisa is a baker at TIBS - she is responsible for the amazing croissants). So we went to Pete's, where I always spend way too much money and become mesmerized by the variety of produce - it's heavenly. The girls bought some stuff, but I only allowed myself a Propeller Ginger Beer - AMAZING. Have you tried it?? You must. Seriously. You won't regret it. Unless you try to pair it with jerk chicken, but that's a story for another day.
Armed with our beverages and produce, we made our way towards Citadel Hill where we intended to hang for a bit before making our way back to the North End - but not before being distracted and enticed by Susie's Shortbreads. Yet again, I was able to exercise amazing self-control and DIDN'T BUY ANYTHING. This is unheard of for me; I used to buy a cupcake EVERY WEEK at the market a couple of years ago.
Okay, back to the adventures of today. We made our way to Citadel, the threat of rain imminent. Deciding we didn't care what happened, I think, is the reason it in fact did not rain. We sat on the hill, discussing random topics, until we could no longer stand the cold dampness that had infiltrated our bones. We ended up taking Agricola St across town, much to my elation - I adore Agricola St. The cute shops, super funky houses, and general coolness make my heart swell. One day, I will live there. A few shops had tables outside with merch, so we perused as we sauntered, enjoying the ability to browse without having to enter a store. We stopped to look at some books in front of Orphan Books, a used bookstore THAT IS FANTASTIC. I found FOUR books that I've wanted for a while. For cheap. And they're in great shape! And the guy is so nice! Haven't been? I suggest checking it out. What books did I purchase? Animal Farm by George Orwell - a classic that I haven't read since high school and have wanted for my collection for a while now; The Diviners by Margaret Laurence - recommended to me by a friend a while ago, it's an older edition that seems to have been well-loved by others (which I love); A Visit From The Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan, and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. SCORE. We made a quick stop at the NSLC for wine and beer and hoofed it to the Hydrostone where we paused for a quick snack at Julien's before heading home. I'm now back at the Munchkin House, trying to shake the chill and happy dancing around. I intend to have a nap soon, as I told the owners of the house that I would pick them up at the airport...at 2 am. Any suggestions for a long and lonely evening of waiting? Perhaps I'll start in on my latest literary editions...
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First of all, I must say: I AM SO HAPPY SPRING IS FINALLY HERE. I have spent the past six months in hibernation, and I've been getting incredibly shack-wacky. It's nice to be able to go outside without immediately regretting it.
After a coma-like slumber, I met a friend around 10:30 with the intention of an all-day adventure. We walked from the depths of the North End and picked up another friend on the way down to the Historic Properties to indulge in some epic-sized croissants and coffee at TIBS, followed by a chilly roam around the waterfront. Assuming it would be similar to yesterday's weather, I brought only a sweater and some sunglasses - I later came to regret that decision. After we became sufficiently chilled and played on the playground, we wandered up to Venus Envy to peruse their wares (I awkwardly looked at children's books and avoided eye contact - I'm so cool). We lurked by 2 Doors Down, the new resto on Barrington owned by the same people as Chive's where Lisa's friend will be working - super excited to check that out.
Lisa then remembered that she needed to get garlic for the marinara sauce that is the dipping sauce for this week's croissant at TIBS (I have the coolest friends; Lisa is a baker at TIBS - she is responsible for the amazing croissants). So we went to Pete's, where I always spend way too much money and become mesmerized by the variety of produce - it's heavenly. The girls bought some stuff, but I only allowed myself a Propeller Ginger Beer - AMAZING. Have you tried it?? You must. Seriously. You won't regret it. Unless you try to pair it with jerk chicken, but that's a story for another day.
Armed with our beverages and produce, we made our way towards Citadel Hill where we intended to hang for a bit before making our way back to the North End - but not before being distracted and enticed by Susie's Shortbreads. Yet again, I was able to exercise amazing self-control and DIDN'T BUY ANYTHING. This is unheard of for me; I used to buy a cupcake EVERY WEEK at the market a couple of years ago.
Sidebar: do you remember when the market was in the old location on Lower Water St, when you could spend hours, lost and wandering, and never find what you were looking for? I miss that place. I went back not long ago, but it just made me sad. I miss the bustle of the filled hallways and passages, when you had to push your way through and come up with a game plan if you became separated from your shopping companions. My favorite area was that random corner, way down, where the trifecta of awesome resided: the waffle peeps, Susie's, and all of the wine/booze cats. Every Saturday at 8am you could find me there, chatting up the cantankerous older gentleman who worked one of the wine booths, stuffing my face with waffle while shoving a red velvet cupcake or two in my bag for later.
Okay, back to the adventures of today. We made our way to Citadel, the threat of rain imminent. Deciding we didn't care what happened, I think, is the reason it in fact did not rain. We sat on the hill, discussing random topics, until we could no longer stand the cold dampness that had infiltrated our bones. We ended up taking Agricola St across town, much to my elation - I adore Agricola St. The cute shops, super funky houses, and general coolness make my heart swell. One day, I will live there. A few shops had tables outside with merch, so we perused as we sauntered, enjoying the ability to browse without having to enter a store. We stopped to look at some books in front of Orphan Books, a used bookstore THAT IS FANTASTIC. I found FOUR books that I've wanted for a while. For cheap. And they're in great shape! And the guy is so nice! Haven't been? I suggest checking it out. What books did I purchase? Animal Farm by George Orwell - a classic that I haven't read since high school and have wanted for my collection for a while now; The Diviners by Margaret Laurence - recommended to me by a friend a while ago, it's an older edition that seems to have been well-loved by others (which I love); A Visit From The Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan, and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. SCORE. We made a quick stop at the NSLC for wine and beer and hoofed it to the Hydrostone where we paused for a quick snack at Julien's before heading home. I'm now back at the Munchkin House, trying to shake the chill and happy dancing around. I intend to have a nap soon, as I told the owners of the house that I would pick them up at the airport...at 2 am. Any suggestions for a long and lonely evening of waiting? Perhaps I'll start in on my latest literary editions...
***Addendum: HOW COULD I POSSIBLY HAVE FORGOTTEN!? Highlight of the day:
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Found this gem parked outside of Citadel High. DYING.
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
Unravel, Unwind
I have been tasked with writing a post inspired by a tune from Brooklyn-based band The Spring Standards entitled Unravel, Unwind. To provide a bit of context, I shall include the lyrics and a link to the song on YouTube.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=po61gV8htMM
You look just like me way back then
We took no prisoners
We had no need of them
You shook your angry fist alongside mine
I didn't know it at the time
The world unravels in rewind
In spite of all that we have said
And everything we've done
The space between our words
Is all that we've become
I believed you when you told me you were fine
I should have known it at the time
The world unravels in rewind
Say it
Say the words I see behind your eyes
If it's not hard to say
Then it's a lie
I know you think we can not heal
But we can try
I've been known to hide from the people that I love
I'm afraid, I guess, that I'm easy to tire of
But I swear I'll risk it all to make you mine
If I can get you back in time
We won't unravel
We'll unwind
Say it
Say the words I see behind your eyes
If it's not hard to say
Then it's a lie
I know you think we can not heal
But we can try
Say it
Say the words I see behind your eyes
If it's not hard to say
Then it's a lie
I know you think we can not healBut we can try
We can try
To be honest, I'm a bit hesitant to go through with this post; for one, it isn't the happiest song in the world. On the surface, it seems to be written by a girl (or boy; let's not be sexist) who is at a turning point in her (or his) relationship, desperately clinging to what's left. I've been in this exact situation, when all signs point to "no" when looking at the future of the relationship, when one or both parties have checked out, for whatever reason. That feeling of fear, of not wanting to let it go, even when it might be right. It makes me sad for them; the desperation permeates the song, recognizing that the other party is done but being unable to let go. It's rough. I know.
Now don't get me wrong - I love this song. I do. Perhaps I'm just a bit more cynical at this moment, after the trials and tribulations of the past year. Or maybe I'm just hungry. It's kind of a toss-up.
Let's move on.
The title. Unravel, unwind. Similar concepts but with different nuances. I feel this is an accurate description of the past year for me, or at least the unraveling portion. I'm hoping I'm into the unwinding stage of things - I'm a tightly wound individual on the best of days; a little unwinding would do me good.
Unraveling refers to the undoing of things. While unwinding is similar, it can also refer to relaxing after a period of work or tension. I like that idea; it's a time when you can release the tension that has been building, to allow yourself a break. In the context of the song, I believe they are referring to unwinding in the sense of going back to where they started, before they became "wound". Or maybe I'm just making shit up.
It's occurred to me that perhaps I should give this some more thought...I'll take another stab at it before the weekend is out. Promise.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=po61gV8htMM
You look just like me way back then
We took no prisoners
We had no need of them
You shook your angry fist alongside mine
I didn't know it at the time
The world unravels in rewind
In spite of all that we have said
And everything we've done
The space between our words
Is all that we've become
I believed you when you told me you were fine
I should have known it at the time
The world unravels in rewind
Say it
Say the words I see behind your eyes
If it's not hard to say
Then it's a lie
I know you think we can not heal
But we can try
I've been known to hide from the people that I love
I'm afraid, I guess, that I'm easy to tire of
But I swear I'll risk it all to make you mine
If I can get you back in time
We won't unravel
We'll unwind
Say it
Say the words I see behind your eyes
If it's not hard to say
Then it's a lie
I know you think we can not heal
But we can try
Say it
Say the words I see behind your eyes
If it's not hard to say
Then it's a lie
I know you think we can not healBut we can try
We can try
To be honest, I'm a bit hesitant to go through with this post; for one, it isn't the happiest song in the world. On the surface, it seems to be written by a girl (or boy; let's not be sexist) who is at a turning point in her (or his) relationship, desperately clinging to what's left. I've been in this exact situation, when all signs point to "no" when looking at the future of the relationship, when one or both parties have checked out, for whatever reason. That feeling of fear, of not wanting to let it go, even when it might be right. It makes me sad for them; the desperation permeates the song, recognizing that the other party is done but being unable to let go. It's rough. I know.
Now don't get me wrong - I love this song. I do. Perhaps I'm just a bit more cynical at this moment, after the trials and tribulations of the past year. Or maybe I'm just hungry. It's kind of a toss-up.
Let's move on.
The title. Unravel, unwind. Similar concepts but with different nuances. I feel this is an accurate description of the past year for me, or at least the unraveling portion. I'm hoping I'm into the unwinding stage of things - I'm a tightly wound individual on the best of days; a little unwinding would do me good.
Unraveling refers to the undoing of things. While unwinding is similar, it can also refer to relaxing after a period of work or tension. I like that idea; it's a time when you can release the tension that has been building, to allow yourself a break. In the context of the song, I believe they are referring to unwinding in the sense of going back to where they started, before they became "wound". Or maybe I'm just making shit up.
It's occurred to me that perhaps I should give this some more thought...I'll take another stab at it before the weekend is out. Promise.
The Great Staycation - Day One
That's right folks; today was Day One of my grand staycation, courtesy of some fabulous friends and a flexible work schedule. I'm officially off until Monday and I couldn't be more thrilled. As I may or may not have mentioned (I have no short-term memory anymore), I've been battling a springtime cold since last week which I was afraid would infiltrate my grand plans for fun in the sun. While I'm not quite as manic as I would normally be given the time of year/circumstances, all in all I think I'm doing alright.
I woke early this morning (of course - only when I'm on vacation do I jump out of bed at 7 am), puttered around a bit, packed a backpack and hoofed it to my sister's. We recently went in on a CSA share together, and I had some greens that I knew I wouldn't use before their expiration date (for more information on the CSA I belong to, go to www.taprootfarms.ca). I intended only to pop in, do the drop, and carry on to the North End to resume my house-sitting duties - intended. I decided to stay for a bit, after noticing Settlers of Catan atop a bookshelf. Then we decided to go to Subway, because we couldn't play on an empty stomach (duh). After stuffing our little faces and watching the Season 1 finale of Girls, we quickly lost our motivation to set up the game and ended up sitting around for an hour or so, not doing much of anything. Erin's roommate had to work later in the afternoon, so we decided not to bother starting a game that probably couldn't be finished in the time allotted. Instead, we hatched a plan to walk to The Bargain! Shop, Erin's employer-du-jour, to take advantage of the closing sale. I ended up buying a bunch of useless junk - an alarm clock with an iPod dock, a bunch of different cards for various occasions, a citronella candle, wool socks, and a smattering of candy. (After writing that down, I realize that I still shop the way I did when I was 6 - whatever catches my attention at that moment, I buy it. Especially if it's discounted. I don't even care what it is, as long as it's on sale).
Now I'm back at the Munchkin House, contemplating my next meal, and what tomorrow will bring. I'm very excited to meet up with an old friend who happens to live one street over from the Munchkin House. We plan to power-walk all over this city, picnic, frolic...in her words, paint the town red. The owners of the Munchkin House fly in late tomorrow night from Cuba, so Friday I will be back to my usual routine of procrastination and puttering. Perhaps I'll start spring cleaning? Maybe head home for a night or two? Stay tuned!
I woke early this morning (of course - only when I'm on vacation do I jump out of bed at 7 am), puttered around a bit, packed a backpack and hoofed it to my sister's. We recently went in on a CSA share together, and I had some greens that I knew I wouldn't use before their expiration date (for more information on the CSA I belong to, go to www.taprootfarms.ca). I intended only to pop in, do the drop, and carry on to the North End to resume my house-sitting duties - intended. I decided to stay for a bit, after noticing Settlers of Catan atop a bookshelf. Then we decided to go to Subway, because we couldn't play on an empty stomach (duh). After stuffing our little faces and watching the Season 1 finale of Girls, we quickly lost our motivation to set up the game and ended up sitting around for an hour or so, not doing much of anything. Erin's roommate had to work later in the afternoon, so we decided not to bother starting a game that probably couldn't be finished in the time allotted. Instead, we hatched a plan to walk to The Bargain! Shop, Erin's employer-du-jour, to take advantage of the closing sale. I ended up buying a bunch of useless junk - an alarm clock with an iPod dock, a bunch of different cards for various occasions, a citronella candle, wool socks, and a smattering of candy. (After writing that down, I realize that I still shop the way I did when I was 6 - whatever catches my attention at that moment, I buy it. Especially if it's discounted. I don't even care what it is, as long as it's on sale).
Now I'm back at the Munchkin House, contemplating my next meal, and what tomorrow will bring. I'm very excited to meet up with an old friend who happens to live one street over from the Munchkin House. We plan to power-walk all over this city, picnic, frolic...in her words, paint the town red. The owners of the Munchkin House fly in late tomorrow night from Cuba, so Friday I will be back to my usual routine of procrastination and puttering. Perhaps I'll start spring cleaning? Maybe head home for a night or two? Stay tuned!
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
I like lists.
Do you like lists? I do. There's something about their organized nature, clearly laid out and orderly. It soothes my neurotic nature.
I live and die by lists, unable to function without a step-by-step guide for my daily activities. I have lists at work. I have lists at home. On the fridge. On the table. In my purse. Some have been crumpled, indicating I have either completed those tasks or decided against them. Others are color-coded, depending on its purpose and my level of cheerfulness during its creation. Usually numbered in descending order by importance, they always have a title and/or date.
I also really like titles.
My penchant for lists has been a lifelong fondness, and account for the majority of my writing history. You name it, I've probably made a list about it. My recent lists have been focused around accomplishments of sorts; goals for the year, places to visit, tasks to restore some sense of order in my house, ladies to swoon...I kid. I don't have goals.
Today's list is a compilation of places I want to visit before I'm 30. Tick, tock motherfuckers.
Top 10 Places to Visit Before I'm 30
(In no particular order)
1. New Zealand
2. Berlin
3. San Francisco
4. New York
5. Amsterdam
6. Australia/Tasmania
7. Havana
8. French countryside
9. Italy or Spain...or both
10. Chicago
New Zealand is my number one at the moment; I have family in Auckland and I haven't seen them in years. I also enjoy the prospect of free accommodations and a more temperate climate.
So what do you think? Any glaring omissions I should be aware of?
***I just found this image on 9gag. I really like the last one.
I live and die by lists, unable to function without a step-by-step guide for my daily activities. I have lists at work. I have lists at home. On the fridge. On the table. In my purse. Some have been crumpled, indicating I have either completed those tasks or decided against them. Others are color-coded, depending on its purpose and my level of cheerfulness during its creation. Usually numbered in descending order by importance, they always have a title and/or date.
I also really like titles.
My penchant for lists has been a lifelong fondness, and account for the majority of my writing history. You name it, I've probably made a list about it. My recent lists have been focused around accomplishments of sorts; goals for the year, places to visit, tasks to restore some sense of order in my house, ladies to swoon...I kid. I don't have goals.
Today's list is a compilation of places I want to visit before I'm 30. Tick, tock motherfuckers.
Top 10 Places to Visit Before I'm 30
(In no particular order)
1. New Zealand
2. Berlin
3. San Francisco
4. New York
5. Amsterdam
6. Australia/Tasmania
7. Havana
8. French countryside
9. Italy or Spain...or both
10. Chicago
New Zealand is my number one at the moment; I have family in Auckland and I haven't seen them in years. I also enjoy the prospect of free accommodations and a more temperate climate.
So what do you think? Any glaring omissions I should be aware of?
***I just found this image on 9gag. I really like the last one.
Monday, 29 April 2013
In keeping with my long-term goal of slowing taking up every available URL on the Internet, may I present the last of my blogs, a creation borne of my Lifelong Learning Processes course last year. Some of it may not make sense if you aren't familiar with the texts discussed, but I tried to write it so most people would understand the gist of it. Enjoy!
www.ashellsperspectiveonlearning.blogspot.com
www.ashellsperspectiveonlearning.blogspot.com
Friday, 26 April 2013
Rain, rain, go away...
I take that back. I don't mind the rain on days like this, when I'm sick and whiny and incapable of anything beyond a bath and holding my head up. I had hoped I would conquer exams unscathed, ready to embrace my evenings and maybe even contemplate grocery shopping and laundry. Instead I have been saddled with a nasty little head cold or something of that nature.
While I had grand plans for this weekend (mainly reclaiming my apartment and finding my bedroom floor again), it seems the universe has other ideas. Shall I resign myself to my fate, or fight against it, knowing I'll only end up making things worse?
...yeeeah.
So I told a dear friend that I would house-sit/have a staycation at her place this week while she and her hubby are soaking up the sun and rum in Cuba. I figured after two weeks of cycling between work and bed I should have a change of scenery on all fronts. Unfortunately for me, rogue germs found me yesterday and have been making my head feel like a balloon ever since. Not a big deal, since my plan was to lay low all weekend with her pup and catch up on all the things I've neglected recently; reading, writing, proper nutrition...
So I spent most of the day in bed, trying to summon the energy to bathe, pack, and walk over to her place. Around 3pm I felt alive enough to draw a bath (I briefly considered a shower, but quickly realized I probably couldn't stand for that long). Packed my things (which only really consist of jammies, my computer, and a book) and hit the road - have I mentioned that I hadn't looked outside at all before leaving? Bad idea. For anyone currently in Halifax, you know that it's not the best day for a stroll through the neighborhood. It's cold, it's rainy, it's windy...but in my sick mind, I thought sure! Maybe I'll feel better in the fresh air. And I did...for about 30 seconds. By the time I reached her place, I was drenched and utterly exhausted. What is usually a pleasant 20 minute walk through the North End ended up being a 40 minute slog of death. I'm still trying to dry off and clear my head.
So now I shall wait for my snuggle buddy for the weekend, chug some NyQuil, and finish off Season 2 of Girls (have you watched it? Pretty entertaining; I find myself laughing out loud, crying, and hating someone every episode). Rumor has it the sun is supposed to make an appearance this weekend, so let's hope my immune system figures its shit out pronto.
While I had grand plans for this weekend (mainly reclaiming my apartment and finding my bedroom floor again), it seems the universe has other ideas. Shall I resign myself to my fate, or fight against it, knowing I'll only end up making things worse?
...yeeeah.
So I told a dear friend that I would house-sit/have a staycation at her place this week while she and her hubby are soaking up the sun and rum in Cuba. I figured after two weeks of cycling between work and bed I should have a change of scenery on all fronts. Unfortunately for me, rogue germs found me yesterday and have been making my head feel like a balloon ever since. Not a big deal, since my plan was to lay low all weekend with her pup and catch up on all the things I've neglected recently; reading, writing, proper nutrition...
So I spent most of the day in bed, trying to summon the energy to bathe, pack, and walk over to her place. Around 3pm I felt alive enough to draw a bath (I briefly considered a shower, but quickly realized I probably couldn't stand for that long). Packed my things (which only really consist of jammies, my computer, and a book) and hit the road - have I mentioned that I hadn't looked outside at all before leaving? Bad idea. For anyone currently in Halifax, you know that it's not the best day for a stroll through the neighborhood. It's cold, it's rainy, it's windy...but in my sick mind, I thought sure! Maybe I'll feel better in the fresh air. And I did...for about 30 seconds. By the time I reached her place, I was drenched and utterly exhausted. What is usually a pleasant 20 minute walk through the North End ended up being a 40 minute slog of death. I'm still trying to dry off and clear my head.
So now I shall wait for my snuggle buddy for the weekend, chug some NyQuil, and finish off Season 2 of Girls (have you watched it? Pretty entertaining; I find myself laughing out loud, crying, and hating someone every episode). Rumor has it the sun is supposed to make an appearance this weekend, so let's hope my immune system figures its shit out pronto.
Monday, 22 April 2013
All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey...
That might be a bit of a lie - while the leaves on the ground are brown, the sky is in fact a radiant blue, with wisps of fluffy white clouds streaking into the distance. Guess I just have the Mamas and the Papas stuck in my head. I suppose a more appropriate song choice would have been Monday, Monday - can't trust that day...
It seems the only time I feel compelled to add to this little corner of the Internet is when I'm in the throes of exams...Perhaps it's due to the hours of available time. And the need to stay minimally alert/awake. ...have I mentioned lately that I love my job?
WELL. Do I have news for you. So my contract expires for my current position at the end of the month. I assumed that we would get funding for the position again; originally it was expected that it would be renewed on a three-year term and everything would be wonderful and happy. Alas, this never seems to be the case when the government is involved. Now it has been renewed for 11 months with no light at the end of the tunnel - meaning we have no idea what to expect next year. Am I happy? Not really. Can I complain? Not really. Compared to the majority of people my age, I'm doing pretty goddamned good overall - sweet full-time job, awesome apartment, fantastic coworkers and friends...but I'm a security freak. I NEED to know where I'll be in a year's time, if I'll have enough money to cover my rent. Worst case scenario: I'll have to pimp out Norma Jean (oh yeah, I forgot: Tits McGee is now known as Norma Jean "Tits" McGee - I felt her original handle was off-putting to others, and really, the girl needed some friends).
I'm thoroughly enthused about the upcoming summer season - it's really the only time of the year that I don't want to crawl in a cave and eat until I can't move. I've been contemplating potential activities for the summer and this is my list thus far:
1) Explore more beaches around the HRM
2) Snorkel
3) Go on an all-day hike, complete with a picnic and stellar views...and maybe a little romance ;)
4) Do something mildly crazy - I've already gone skydiving, so perhaps TreeGo or rafting?
5) Summer-ize my apartment - break out the deck chairs, clean out the clutter, re-stock the bar
6) BBQ at least once a week (yes, you're invited!)
7) Get more patio time in downtown
8) Take in every Pride event possible
9) Attend at least one outdoor concert/festival, complete with my fanny pack, drinking hat, and awesome people
10) Wear shoes as infrequently as possible
11) Go camping - I have a tent that hasn't left its packaging yet
12) Get over my fear of cycling and use my bike for once
What do you think? Attainable? Too boring? I'm always open to suggestions - just know that if you suggest it, there's a very good chance you'll be recruited to join me :)
And now, for my favorite part of the day, in the words of House of Pain: pack it up, pack it in, let me begin...
It seems the only time I feel compelled to add to this little corner of the Internet is when I'm in the throes of exams...Perhaps it's due to the hours of available time. And the need to stay minimally alert/awake. ...have I mentioned lately that I love my job?
WELL. Do I have news for you. So my contract expires for my current position at the end of the month. I assumed that we would get funding for the position again; originally it was expected that it would be renewed on a three-year term and everything would be wonderful and happy. Alas, this never seems to be the case when the government is involved. Now it has been renewed for 11 months with no light at the end of the tunnel - meaning we have no idea what to expect next year. Am I happy? Not really. Can I complain? Not really. Compared to the majority of people my age, I'm doing pretty goddamned good overall - sweet full-time job, awesome apartment, fantastic coworkers and friends...but I'm a security freak. I NEED to know where I'll be in a year's time, if I'll have enough money to cover my rent. Worst case scenario: I'll have to pimp out Norma Jean (oh yeah, I forgot: Tits McGee is now known as Norma Jean "Tits" McGee - I felt her original handle was off-putting to others, and really, the girl needed some friends).
I'm thoroughly enthused about the upcoming summer season - it's really the only time of the year that I don't want to crawl in a cave and eat until I can't move. I've been contemplating potential activities for the summer and this is my list thus far:
1) Explore more beaches around the HRM
2) Snorkel
3) Go on an all-day hike, complete with a picnic and stellar views...and maybe a little romance ;)
4) Do something mildly crazy - I've already gone skydiving, so perhaps TreeGo or rafting?
5) Summer-ize my apartment - break out the deck chairs, clean out the clutter, re-stock the bar
6) BBQ at least once a week (yes, you're invited!)
7) Get more patio time in downtown
8) Take in every Pride event possible
9) Attend at least one outdoor concert/festival, complete with my fanny pack, drinking hat, and awesome people
10) Wear shoes as infrequently as possible
11) Go camping - I have a tent that hasn't left its packaging yet
12) Get over my fear of cycling and use my bike for once
What do you think? Attainable? Too boring? I'm always open to suggestions - just know that if you suggest it, there's a very good chance you'll be recruited to join me :)
And now, for my favorite part of the day, in the words of House of Pain: pack it up, pack it in, let me begin...
People of the Internet: in the event you're interested, I have created yet another blog (my new life goal is to take up every URL I can). This one is comprised of a random smattering of writing; some prose, some short stories, mostly unfinished and extremely rough. If you're bored, check it out! If you're not bored, check it out anyway! It's been a while since I've written anything and I'm hoping to get back into it during the warmer months. Any feedback is appreciated (but don't be mean - I'm sensitive, y'know...).
http://shellontheshore.wordpress.com/
http://shellontheshore.wordpress.com/
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