I've been out of University for a few years now, and have attempted to make the most of my position in life, but I can't help but wonder if there's something more, or if this is it. I did what every high school student is told they must do to be successful; however, what they don't tell you is how you can be happy and successful. I know that work isn't supposed to be all fun and games, but I do believe it needs to be a place that allows for you to be yourself and continuously learn, whilest still being a productive member of the workforce.
As most people in my social circle know, I left my job in Toronto because I felt like it was sucking my life and my soul right out of me. After experiencing the process of becoming a soulless drone in the "centre" of the Canadian universe, I know I never want to end up like that ever again.
Currently, I don't feel like I'm making a difference in the world and it bothers me that my talents are seemingly going to waste while I continue to plug away at my job. My time working at my current job has been fun, but I know that there's something bigger that's been planned for me.
Now, I've got an opportunity to progress in a direction I should've gone a few years ago, but I couldn't see the forest for all the trees. While I know I can't let this opportunity pass me by, I have to quickly figure out the mechanics of the entire situation or just jump right in and pray to every known God that it'll all work out in the end.
Monday, November 03, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
An introspective look at how the world can make you feel messed up beyond repair
I’m going to be completely open and honest in this post, and if it comes across as too out-there or crazy, so be it. This is how I’m feeling and I just need to get it out and let go of it completely, since it’s not healthy to keep it all bottled up. It’s been brought about by fear of failure and uncertainty about where I really belong in my very awkward stage of quasi-adultness.
I’ve had these problems haunting me for a while. The problem is that I’ve never felt quite good enough or that I didn’t quite fit in. In fact, I feel awkward beyond belief sometimes. Some would say it’s an esteem issue, and maybe they’re right, but I think it also stems from wanting to be perfect and ultimately being afraid to make mistakes and learn from them.
I remember always striving to be the top achiever in every single class, to find myself being a good enough student, but never quite good enough to be the best in class. In terms of fitting in, I felt that at one job, I could be likened to the country mouse – some small town girl in the big city who’s nice enough, but didn’t really have what it took to fit into the grand scheme of things. This is all very odd, seeing as I’ve lived my entire life in a relatively large city and I got on well with everyone, but the sense of being an outsider was still there.
When it comes to criticism, it’s never been an easy thing for me to handle. It’s kind of like my own personal kryptonite. It makes me want to curl up in a ball on the ground with my hands on my ears saying “la la la la la! I’m not listening....” When I do actually achieve something, I find it very difficult to take praise for it, perhaps because I feel I could’ve done it differently/faster/better. I’m really my own worst enemy in terms of criticism.
I’ve also learned that I have a very hard time with conflict, which is kind of horrible, since life can be full of conflict. It causes me extreme anxiety – the kind where you can feel your veins pulsate with each heart beat, your hands get cold like ice and shake, your stomach does turns and flips and you feel like you could pass out at any moment. Sometimes, my brain even computes criticism as a kind of conflict – a personal attack on me, and this leaves me in a state of internal retreat, where I feel completely incapable of standing up for myself and joining in the conversation like a real adult would. I just absorb what’s being said, and don’t even bother explaining myself anymore because I’ve never been successful at putting together coherent arguments, and it just makes me more flustered and upset. At least if I stay silent, I don’t regret saying anything, instead I just come up with things I should’ve said about an hour after the discussion takes place because I dwell on the things I’ve internalized.
It’s kind of amazing how being introspective and writing all this down makes me feel better, more human, and less like I’ve failed miserably. It also makes me wonder if I’ll ever really feel like an adult, or whether life is just one big game of dress up where we all play at being adults.
I’ve had these problems haunting me for a while. The problem is that I’ve never felt quite good enough or that I didn’t quite fit in. In fact, I feel awkward beyond belief sometimes. Some would say it’s an esteem issue, and maybe they’re right, but I think it also stems from wanting to be perfect and ultimately being afraid to make mistakes and learn from them.
I remember always striving to be the top achiever in every single class, to find myself being a good enough student, but never quite good enough to be the best in class. In terms of fitting in, I felt that at one job, I could be likened to the country mouse – some small town girl in the big city who’s nice enough, but didn’t really have what it took to fit into the grand scheme of things. This is all very odd, seeing as I’ve lived my entire life in a relatively large city and I got on well with everyone, but the sense of being an outsider was still there.
When it comes to criticism, it’s never been an easy thing for me to handle. It’s kind of like my own personal kryptonite. It makes me want to curl up in a ball on the ground with my hands on my ears saying “la la la la la! I’m not listening....” When I do actually achieve something, I find it very difficult to take praise for it, perhaps because I feel I could’ve done it differently/faster/better. I’m really my own worst enemy in terms of criticism.
I’ve also learned that I have a very hard time with conflict, which is kind of horrible, since life can be full of conflict. It causes me extreme anxiety – the kind where you can feel your veins pulsate with each heart beat, your hands get cold like ice and shake, your stomach does turns and flips and you feel like you could pass out at any moment. Sometimes, my brain even computes criticism as a kind of conflict – a personal attack on me, and this leaves me in a state of internal retreat, where I feel completely incapable of standing up for myself and joining in the conversation like a real adult would. I just absorb what’s being said, and don’t even bother explaining myself anymore because I’ve never been successful at putting together coherent arguments, and it just makes me more flustered and upset. At least if I stay silent, I don’t regret saying anything, instead I just come up with things I should’ve said about an hour after the discussion takes place because I dwell on the things I’ve internalized.
It’s kind of amazing how being introspective and writing all this down makes me feel better, more human, and less like I’ve failed miserably. It also makes me wonder if I’ll ever really feel like an adult, or whether life is just one big game of dress up where we all play at being adults.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Cooking!!
One of my new-found joys of living in my own place is the ability to cook whatever I feel like cooking. My newest creation (last night's dinner) was just too yummy to keep to myself. I made a vegetarian version due to lack of meat and not wanting to spend extra money, but it'd be completely awesome with chicken as well. My vegetarian version cost just $6.12 at the local grocer, and made about 4 servings. No, I don't have a title for it, I'm just going to call it awesome.
Ingredients
For Stir Fry/Saute
Cooking Oil
1 diced cooking onion
2 large carrots, peeled and cut into medallions
1 green Bell Pepper, cut into strips
1 yellow Bell Pepper, cut into strips
15 mushrooms, cut
4 Tbsp peanut butter
1 Tbsp soy sauce
1 clove minced garlic
Juice of 1/2 a lemon
1 tsp granulated sugar
red pepper flakes (to taste)
Teryiaki Tofu
1 package firm tofu
2 Tbsp teryiaki sauce
2 Tbsp water
2 cloves minced garlic
1" piece ginger root, peeled and grated
If you are using the Teryiaki Tofu with this recipe, prepare it first, since it needs to marinate.
Instructions
Teryiaki Tofu
Place tofu between paper towels, between two plates and place a large can (like tomatoes) on top to remove excess liquid. While the tofu is being pressed, in a small bowl, mix together the teryiaki sauce, water, minced garlic and grated ginger. Cut the tofu into bite-sized cubes and marinate in the teryiaki mixture for 15 minutes - 1 hour depending on your time restraints.
Bake tofu at 350 degrees until crispy. If you want a nice dark brown crust, broil for a few minutes before taking out of the oven. Alternately, you can pan-fry the tofu pieces until crispy on all sides and then drain on paper towels.
Stir fry
Heat oil (approx. 1 Tbsp) in non-stick frying pan or wok over medium-high heat. Add in onions and carrots. Cook until onions are translucent. Add mushrooms and peppers. While this cooks, in a microwaveable bowl, put the peanut butter and soy sauce together and microwave for approx. 30 seconds or until you can easily stir the peanut butter. Mix in the minced garlic, lemon juice, granulated sugar and red pepper flakes. If the sauce is too thick, add some water until it's the consistency you desire. Pour sauce directly over the stir-fried vegetables and let cook for 1-2 more minutes.
Serve over rice with the tofu and enjoy.
Ingredients
For Stir Fry/Saute
Cooking Oil
1 diced cooking onion
2 large carrots, peeled and cut into medallions
1 green Bell Pepper, cut into strips
1 yellow Bell Pepper, cut into strips
15 mushrooms, cut
4 Tbsp peanut butter
1 Tbsp soy sauce
1 clove minced garlic
Juice of 1/2 a lemon
1 tsp granulated sugar
red pepper flakes (to taste)
Teryiaki Tofu
1 package firm tofu
2 Tbsp teryiaki sauce
2 Tbsp water
2 cloves minced garlic
1" piece ginger root, peeled and grated
If you are using the Teryiaki Tofu with this recipe, prepare it first, since it needs to marinate.
Instructions
Teryiaki Tofu
Place tofu between paper towels, between two plates and place a large can (like tomatoes) on top to remove excess liquid. While the tofu is being pressed, in a small bowl, mix together the teryiaki sauce, water, minced garlic and grated ginger. Cut the tofu into bite-sized cubes and marinate in the teryiaki mixture for 15 minutes - 1 hour depending on your time restraints.
Bake tofu at 350 degrees until crispy. If you want a nice dark brown crust, broil for a few minutes before taking out of the oven. Alternately, you can pan-fry the tofu pieces until crispy on all sides and then drain on paper towels.
Stir fry
Heat oil (approx. 1 Tbsp) in non-stick frying pan or wok over medium-high heat. Add in onions and carrots. Cook until onions are translucent. Add mushrooms and peppers. While this cooks, in a microwaveable bowl, put the peanut butter and soy sauce together and microwave for approx. 30 seconds or until you can easily stir the peanut butter. Mix in the minced garlic, lemon juice, granulated sugar and red pepper flakes. If the sauce is too thick, add some water until it's the consistency you desire. Pour sauce directly over the stir-fried vegetables and let cook for 1-2 more minutes.
Serve over rice with the tofu and enjoy.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Montreal vs. Hamilton
After returning from my trip to Quebec, I've decided that either the city planning, transit systems and bohemianesque way of life need to be transplanted in Hamilton, or I'm just going to have to pack up and move to Montreal (when my lease expires next year).
First off, Hamilton could take a few pointers from Montreal's transit system. I'll be completely honest here, I fell in love with the Metro. Everything is accessible via this intelligently planned rapid transit system, and even the online maps are interactive and clickable, giving information about each station and some of the nearby attractions. Each stop is even shown on Google Maps, which made it even easier to figure out how to get where my friends and I wanted to go. This was definitely an improvement over the horrible HSR site and trip planner that I'm so used to, and the insanely complicated and non-intuitive interface of the TTC site.
On top of the ability to easily pre-plan our travels on the Metro, I also must give a huge two thumbs up to the people who decided that three day tourist passes should exist for only $17, which is a definite steal when compared to the very restrictive day passes you can purchase for use on the TTC. Rather than spend $2.75 each time we got on the Metro, all three of us bought these tourist passes and could use them for unlimited travel on all busses and the Metro in Montreal. Although we only used the passes for 2 days, by the time we'd finished our sightseeing ventures on Saturday and Sunday, the passes had saved each of us close to $5 in fares.
Another thing that I really believe needs to be adopted here are the small parcs that are maintained in various places around the city. It'd be a definite improvement over the vacant lots and decrepid abandoned buildings that line the streets of Hamilton.
As for the bohemianesque way of life I speak of, it just seemed to me that while every one we met in Montreal had a little niche in their respective neighbourhoods, the general feel of the city was one of acceptance, art, culture and civic pride. I feel the same about Locke Street here in Hamilton, but it was just so incredible that the entire city seemed to be on the same page.
First off, Hamilton could take a few pointers from Montreal's transit system. I'll be completely honest here, I fell in love with the Metro. Everything is accessible via this intelligently planned rapid transit system, and even the online maps are interactive and clickable, giving information about each station and some of the nearby attractions. Each stop is even shown on Google Maps, which made it even easier to figure out how to get where my friends and I wanted to go. This was definitely an improvement over the horrible HSR site and trip planner that I'm so used to, and the insanely complicated and non-intuitive interface of the TTC site.
On top of the ability to easily pre-plan our travels on the Metro, I also must give a huge two thumbs up to the people who decided that three day tourist passes should exist for only $17, which is a definite steal when compared to the very restrictive day passes you can purchase for use on the TTC. Rather than spend $2.75 each time we got on the Metro, all three of us bought these tourist passes and could use them for unlimited travel on all busses and the Metro in Montreal. Although we only used the passes for 2 days, by the time we'd finished our sightseeing ventures on Saturday and Sunday, the passes had saved each of us close to $5 in fares.
Another thing that I really believe needs to be adopted here are the small parcs that are maintained in various places around the city. It'd be a definite improvement over the vacant lots and decrepid abandoned buildings that line the streets of Hamilton.
As for the bohemianesque way of life I speak of, it just seemed to me that while every one we met in Montreal had a little niche in their respective neighbourhoods, the general feel of the city was one of acceptance, art, culture and civic pride. I feel the same about Locke Street here in Hamilton, but it was just so incredible that the entire city seemed to be on the same page.
Musical Nerdiness
I've owned my ipod for over a year now, and haven't downloaded music from itunes or any other sites, just because I own so many CDs I really, really love. That said, I came to a realisation last Thursday night as I was prepping my ipod playlist for my upcoming road trip to Montreal... I really wanted "Informer" by Snow on my playlist. Did I own it already? That's a loud, resounding NO! In all my glorious nerdiness, I proudly logged onto itunes and clicked on my selection. Yes, that's right, my first (and probably only) itunes purchase was a one-hit wonder from the 90s. On second thought, I wonder if they have anything by Milli Vanilli...
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Inconsiderate Laundering...
I realise that I'm not one to talk with my hoardes of clothing, but it really bothers me when I go to do laundry and one person has taken it upon themselves to fill all four of the available washing machines in the laundry room. Yes, the washers are fairly tiny, but really, 4 machines at the same time?!? That's $8 for washing and at least another $8 for drying, because I'm sure that they're not going to hang dry four loads of laundry in their apartment..
All I wanted to do was a load of laundry, pack my luggage and eat my dinner. :S
All I wanted to do was a load of laundry, pack my luggage and eat my dinner. :S
Sunday, May 11, 2008
A Room of My Own
I'm now approaching the two-week mark in my apartment. Slowly things are starting to come together, although there's a few boxes still unpacked, and shelves not put up yet. There's also some stuff left up at my parents' place too. At this point; however, I need to get my shelving installed so I can continue to put stuff away where it belongs. Installing these shelves is a bit of a challenge, since some of the walls in my apartment are concrete, while others are just drywall. Eventually, with an electric drill, screwdriver and wall plugs, the storage solutions will be complete.
My apartment's now starting to look more like a home, rather than just a box in which I sleep and store stuff. This past weekend included a shopping trip to the greatest big box store of them all: IKEA! I went in with a distinct list of items that I thought would make my life easier, and along the way, with my sister's advice ended up scratching items off and substituting other things. As a result, I now have an end table, wall mounted CD/DVD shelving (which I thought was excellent, due to lack of floor space), a shelf for above my stove, knives for cooking and finally, curtains in my living room/dining room area. Upon bringing everything home, I'm thinking about a couple more of the CD/DVD shelves to make room for books on my bookshelves. Yay! This means another trip to IKEA in the near future!!!!
My apartment's now starting to look more like a home, rather than just a box in which I sleep and store stuff. This past weekend included a shopping trip to the greatest big box store of them all: IKEA! I went in with a distinct list of items that I thought would make my life easier, and along the way, with my sister's advice ended up scratching items off and substituting other things. As a result, I now have an end table, wall mounted CD/DVD shelving (which I thought was excellent, due to lack of floor space), a shelf for above my stove, knives for cooking and finally, curtains in my living room/dining room area. Upon bringing everything home, I'm thinking about a couple more of the CD/DVD shelves to make room for books on my bookshelves. Yay! This means another trip to IKEA in the near future!!!!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Why Drivers Suck!
I'm a pedestrian and bus-rider. That's how I get around, and I'm cool with that. What I don't like is when people in cars are completely inconsiderate or downright rude to pedestrians. I'm pretty good at following rules. As a young child, I learned that the walking man symbol meant it was safe to cross the road, the blinky hand meant don't start crossing, and if you're in the nearing the other end of the crosswalk, hurry your ass up and get on the sidewalk so you don't get hit. Obviously, the solid red hand was a STOP! Don't cross! I also learned the meaning of red light, green light, yellow light, just like all the other children in kindergarten. Maybe just the pedestrians hold and retain this knowledge.... because it sure seems to me like a lot of drivers need to go back to kindergarten for this rudimentary training on traffic lights.
A few weeks back, I was standing at the corner of Locke and Main, waiting for the light to change and ultimately, my turn to cross Main St. to get to my bus stop. I watched the light on Main change to red, and seconds later, the light changed, signalling I could cross. I looked to the right (for the out of towners, Main's a 1 way street), and started to cross. I'd made it to the second lane when a taxi came barrelling right through the red light and lays on his horn at me, as he almost hits me. Um, the last time I checked, running a red light was against the law, but that's alright, I'm apparently just a mere moving speedbump... no value to my life at all.
Today, it was nice and rainy. As most Hamiltonians know, the roads are filled with potholes, or better yet, the roads are all potholes... I'm walking along Main when a white truck speeds along in the curb lane, hits a pothole that's filled with cold, dirty water; thereby creating a wave of water that was about 5 feet tall. How do I know it was 5 feet tall? That's because I got drenched from just about the top of my head, right down my left side, and I'm about 5'2". Thanks a lot jackass! I got to go shopping looking like I peed myself, and I was super cold for the better part of the afternoon since the water was pretty damn cold it's not quite balmy weather yet. Awesome!
Another one of my pet peeves is when cars block the intersection or part of the sidewalk as they're pulling out of a parking lot or driveway, making it impossible for a pedestrian to safely cross the road or continue on the sidewalk. This happens, at some point, every single day.
I also love when you're already in the middle of legally crossing the road, and a driver becomes impatient and decides to honk their horn, yell obscinities or ultimately, try to cut in front of you, and narrowly miss mowing you over in the process.
Last time I checked, the pedestrian; not the car, has the right of way.
A few weeks back, I was standing at the corner of Locke and Main, waiting for the light to change and ultimately, my turn to cross Main St. to get to my bus stop. I watched the light on Main change to red, and seconds later, the light changed, signalling I could cross. I looked to the right (for the out of towners, Main's a 1 way street), and started to cross. I'd made it to the second lane when a taxi came barrelling right through the red light and lays on his horn at me, as he almost hits me. Um, the last time I checked, running a red light was against the law, but that's alright, I'm apparently just a mere moving speedbump... no value to my life at all.
Today, it was nice and rainy. As most Hamiltonians know, the roads are filled with potholes, or better yet, the roads are all potholes... I'm walking along Main when a white truck speeds along in the curb lane, hits a pothole that's filled with cold, dirty water; thereby creating a wave of water that was about 5 feet tall. How do I know it was 5 feet tall? That's because I got drenched from just about the top of my head, right down my left side, and I'm about 5'2". Thanks a lot jackass! I got to go shopping looking like I peed myself, and I was super cold for the better part of the afternoon since the water was pretty damn cold it's not quite balmy weather yet. Awesome!
Another one of my pet peeves is when cars block the intersection or part of the sidewalk as they're pulling out of a parking lot or driveway, making it impossible for a pedestrian to safely cross the road or continue on the sidewalk. This happens, at some point, every single day.
I also love when you're already in the middle of legally crossing the road, and a driver becomes impatient and decides to honk their horn, yell obscinities or ultimately, try to cut in front of you, and narrowly miss mowing you over in the process.
Last time I checked, the pedestrian; not the car, has the right of way.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Matthew Good, and some Celebrity Look-A-Likes!
I got offered a couple of tickets for the Matthew Good concert at Hamilton Place, this past Friday. Of course I accepted the tickets, and after a few minor issues were ironed out, I'd also found someone to join me that night. My sister met me at work and we went for dinner before the show, since there were 3 hours between when I finished working and the start of the concert.
We arrived at the venue and the first thing out of the ticket scanner's mouth was, "man, those are awesome tickets!" It's always a good sign when an employee verifies the awesomness of your seats. We were 9th row, dead centre.
As we're sitting there, Brenda's commenting on people as they're arriving and finding their own seats. Two rows ahead of us, this group of people come in and Brenda just blurts right out "Oh my god, it's Sideshow Bob!" The people in front of us heard, and started laughing. Seriously, this guy's hair was friggin huge, and completely blocked my view. For those who are skeptical as to whether I'm exagerating, see the picture below - courtesy of Brenda.
Was he courteous enough to bring a hair elastic to tie it back out of every one else's line of sight... NO. That said, after the opening act, it was determined that they were, in fact, in the wrong seats. I enjoyed listening to the opening act, I just couldn't see much because of the mass of hair in my direct line of sight.
I swear it was celebrity look-a-like night and we weren't told about it. A guy came in and I swear he looked exactly like Screech from Saved by the Bell and Brenda noticed this older leathery looking guy in a leopard print cowboy hat and dubbed him "Crocodile Dundee". Then the lights went out, the performance started and we couldn't search for any more look-a-likes.
Matthew Good came out, performed for an hour, took a picture of the audience and then went off stage to the sound of roaring applause. He came back out and continued for another 45 minutes. I've got total respect for anyone who can play an acoustic guitar for an hour straight, but to go for another 45 minutes is incredible. My own fingers start to hurt after 30 minutes.
One of the funniest things he said was that when the lights are on, Hamilton Place looks like it's stuck in the 1970s, but when the lights are out, it looks like Battlestar Galactica, and that in his opinion, that's awesome. Not only is the guy an awesome musician, but he's quite amusing too. Makes me love nerdy guitar players even more.
We arrived at the venue and the first thing out of the ticket scanner's mouth was, "man, those are awesome tickets!" It's always a good sign when an employee verifies the awesomness of your seats. We were 9th row, dead centre.
As we're sitting there, Brenda's commenting on people as they're arriving and finding their own seats. Two rows ahead of us, this group of people come in and Brenda just blurts right out "Oh my god, it's Sideshow Bob!" The people in front of us heard, and started laughing. Seriously, this guy's hair was friggin huge, and completely blocked my view. For those who are skeptical as to whether I'm exagerating, see the picture below - courtesy of Brenda.
Was he courteous enough to bring a hair elastic to tie it back out of every one else's line of sight... NO. That said, after the opening act, it was determined that they were, in fact, in the wrong seats. I enjoyed listening to the opening act, I just couldn't see much because of the mass of hair in my direct line of sight.I swear it was celebrity look-a-like night and we weren't told about it. A guy came in and I swear he looked exactly like Screech from Saved by the Bell and Brenda noticed this older leathery looking guy in a leopard print cowboy hat and dubbed him "Crocodile Dundee". Then the lights went out, the performance started and we couldn't search for any more look-a-likes.
Matthew Good came out, performed for an hour, took a picture of the audience and then went off stage to the sound of roaring applause. He came back out and continued for another 45 minutes. I've got total respect for anyone who can play an acoustic guitar for an hour straight, but to go for another 45 minutes is incredible. My own fingers start to hurt after 30 minutes.
One of the funniest things he said was that when the lights are on, Hamilton Place looks like it's stuck in the 1970s, but when the lights are out, it looks like Battlestar Galactica, and that in his opinion, that's awesome. Not only is the guy an awesome musician, but he's quite amusing too. Makes me love nerdy guitar players even more.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Favourite Things
Okay, so a few people have said I'm not posting enough anymore... Fine, I agree and I'll even admit that I'm lacking in the ascerbic wit department lately. So, in an effort to appease Michelle, the 'Blogger Extraordinaire', I give you my top 5 lists (in no particular order).
Alone-time Activities
Alone-time Activities
- Playing the flute, guitar, and piano
- Curling up with an awesome book
- Photography
- Writing
- Beating Guitar Hero on Expert... almost.
- Applying makeup on the bus, without poking my eyes out with the mascara wand or eye pencil
- Solving killer sudokus and logic problems
- Reading
- Listening to music, trying to drown out the other, less considerate ipod users on the bus
- Sleeping... yes, I sleep on the bus, and no, I've never missed my stop, ever!
- Disenchanted - My Chemical Romance
- Country Roads - John Denver
- Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring - Bach
- Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison
- Mario Takes a Walk - Jesse Cook
- Anil's Ghost - Michael Ondaatje
- Dracula - Bram Stoker
- Microserfs - Douglas Coupland
- Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
- Interview with the Vampire - Anne Rice
- Big Trouble in Little China
- Ghostbusters
- The Goonies
- The Court Jester
- Return of the Jedi
- Chicken Bengalia
- Chocolate Miracle Whip Cake
- Spaghetti & Meatballs
- Curried chickpeas with apple and rice
- Christmas Sugar Cookies
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Culture, anyone?
I had a couple of tickets given to me for the Jesse Cook concert at Hamilton Place last Saturday. Originally I was going to take my mom with me. That said, she was working all weekend and by the time I got home from the mall, she was out cold. So I ended up taking my sister with me instead.
I warned her ahead of time that the majority of the music would be completely instrumental. By the time the intermission rolled around, all the music to that point had been purely instrumental, and she turned to me and said, "when is there going to be singing?". The singing came in the second half of the concert. I was really hoping to hear "Fall at Your Feet", but didn't hold my breath, seeing as they'd already performed 2 songs with vocals. Towards the end, they wanted people to get up and dance, and even told them to get up on stage and dance if they wanted to. It was like one big salsa/flamenco/conga line party up there.
After a huge standing ovation an encore, and then another standing ovation, Jesse Cook and the rest of the musicians came back out for a second encore. It was the most amazing performance I've ever witnessed. I got to hear "Fall at Your Feet", completely acoustic, with no microphones either. The entire theatre was silent, and it was an incredibly breathtaking experience.
Shockingly, my sister, the pop-tart music lover that she is, actually enjoyed herself... once the singing and dancing started.
I warned her ahead of time that the majority of the music would be completely instrumental. By the time the intermission rolled around, all the music to that point had been purely instrumental, and she turned to me and said, "when is there going to be singing?". The singing came in the second half of the concert. I was really hoping to hear "Fall at Your Feet", but didn't hold my breath, seeing as they'd already performed 2 songs with vocals. Towards the end, they wanted people to get up and dance, and even told them to get up on stage and dance if they wanted to. It was like one big salsa/flamenco/conga line party up there.
After a huge standing ovation an encore, and then another standing ovation, Jesse Cook and the rest of the musicians came back out for a second encore. It was the most amazing performance I've ever witnessed. I got to hear "Fall at Your Feet", completely acoustic, with no microphones either. The entire theatre was silent, and it was an incredibly breathtaking experience.
Shockingly, my sister, the pop-tart music lover that she is, actually enjoyed herself... once the singing and dancing started.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Subways aren't the place to die, dear...
Okay, so Brenda asked me to go to Beachfest with her on the 2nd. I said sure, Chantal Kreviazuk was playing, but more importantly for Brenda, her dream guy Kalan Porter was performing. She also persuaded me to go because David Usher was performing that night for the festival too.
We finally get to Toronto, and I've got our subway to subway to bus route all planned out. I like to be prepared, and know where we're going. We got there at 1pm and should've had plenty of time to get to the festival for Chantal Kreviasuk at 3:00. Everything was working as planned and we were on the University-Spadina line, poised to transfer onto the Bloor line at St. George Station... until an announcement was made saying that there was no access to St. George Station due to an ongoing police investigation.
We got off at Spadina to transfer subway lines, and waited for about 45 minutes for the next subway, until we heard an announcement stating that there was no subway service, due to a police investigation at track level, and that all passengers should go above ground to the shuttle bus service. ~ooh, a police investigation at track level... you know what that means?!? Someone decided to jump in front of a subway during the mid-day rush. I should swear off of taking the subway ever again... my last day working in Toronto, there was an electrical problem at Union station, and I was stuck on the subway between stations for almost 45 minutes.
We ended up taking streetcars for the first time ever... kinda scary, to be honest. I'm still not too sure about waiting in the middle of a road for public transit, while the cars whiz by, dangerously close to where you're standing. We missed the 3:00 performance, but managed to get there for Kalan Porter at 4, so the day wasn't completely bust. I decided to forget about David Usher at 9pm, so we walked from Sunnyside Park to Ontario Place, and then walked around both Ontario Place and the Ex.
I just have one request of anyone wishing to jump in front of a subway... Could you please re-think your plan... maybe try it at 1 or 2am if you're really serious about it?
We finally get to Toronto, and I've got our subway to subway to bus route all planned out. I like to be prepared, and know where we're going. We got there at 1pm and should've had plenty of time to get to the festival for Chantal Kreviasuk at 3:00. Everything was working as planned and we were on the University-Spadina line, poised to transfer onto the Bloor line at St. George Station... until an announcement was made saying that there was no access to St. George Station due to an ongoing police investigation.
We got off at Spadina to transfer subway lines, and waited for about 45 minutes for the next subway, until we heard an announcement stating that there was no subway service, due to a police investigation at track level, and that all passengers should go above ground to the shuttle bus service. ~ooh, a police investigation at track level... you know what that means?!? Someone decided to jump in front of a subway during the mid-day rush. I should swear off of taking the subway ever again... my last day working in Toronto, there was an electrical problem at Union station, and I was stuck on the subway between stations for almost 45 minutes.
We ended up taking streetcars for the first time ever... kinda scary, to be honest. I'm still not too sure about waiting in the middle of a road for public transit, while the cars whiz by, dangerously close to where you're standing. We missed the 3:00 performance, but managed to get there for Kalan Porter at 4, so the day wasn't completely bust. I decided to forget about David Usher at 9pm, so we walked from Sunnyside Park to Ontario Place, and then walked around both Ontario Place and the Ex.
I just have one request of anyone wishing to jump in front of a subway... Could you please re-think your plan... maybe try it at 1 or 2am if you're really serious about it?
Saturday, July 14, 2007
The Future of Canada?!?
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Okay, so yesterday, I get out of work at 5pm, and need to make it to the bus stop at Queen and Main by 5:06 - that's when the Beeline's supposed to be there. I had plans to meet my friend at Eastgate for 5:30ish... I know it was kind of a tight schedule, but at the same time, it really only is a 1/2 hour bus ride across the city. So I'm truckin' it from Locke to Queen, when I get the sense that I should look behind me to see if a bus is approaching. Sure enough, I'm about halfway up the hill when I see a bus at Locke. I couldn't make out whether it was my bus or not, so I decided to speed it up a notch. I get to the corner before my stop, and decide that a jog was in order - just to make it to the stop. All of a sudden, this beat up teal green junker from the late 80s/early 90s drives past slowly, since they were approaching a red light at Queen. A snot-nosed kid, probably 8 years old and weighing about 170 - 180 lbs hangs half way out the rolled-down rear window and points and laughs at me as they're passing.
Usually, I'd just brush the snide comments of a little kid off, seeing as kids typically don't censor their thoughts very well - I know, I was a kid, and brutal honesty always escaped my mouth without much thought. But, this particular event made me extremely angry for several reasons.
There was of course an adult driving the car, presumably the parent of the child, why the HELL wasn't the kid securely fastened into the car?!? Seatbelts aren't there for decoration you know! It's the law! Seatbelts keep people safe, in the car, should an accident happen.
The rear window was wide open, the kid was half way out of the car! That's really safe! What would have happened if a car had passed by as the kid was hanging out? Or... what if the kid fell out of the car as it was moving?? I see criminal negligence charges, and one less annoying kid in the world.
What ever happened to manners? Do parents teach their kids about manners anymore?? Think about it - is it really polite to yell things out the window at pedestrians as you pass by in your car? Ummmm, let me answer this for you NO!!!!!!!
I'm not the smallest person in the world - I don't like to criticize other people about their weight... that'd make me a hypocrite. However, perhaps what this severely overweight child needed was to be out playing or walking or some other physical activity, rather than screaming out the window of a car. It's odd that I'm being made fun of for walking, by a little fat boy. Then again, if the parents failed to buckle the kid's seatbelt, lets them hang out the window, and doesn't teach them manners, I highly doubt that physical activity and a healthy lifestyle for their child ranks high on their list of things to do.
This experience leads me to the question that is troubling many people... Is this kid the future of Canada? If this is any indication of things to come, I do say, we're all in a heap of trouble!
Okay, so yesterday, I get out of work at 5pm, and need to make it to the bus stop at Queen and Main by 5:06 - that's when the Beeline's supposed to be there. I had plans to meet my friend at Eastgate for 5:30ish... I know it was kind of a tight schedule, but at the same time, it really only is a 1/2 hour bus ride across the city. So I'm truckin' it from Locke to Queen, when I get the sense that I should look behind me to see if a bus is approaching. Sure enough, I'm about halfway up the hill when I see a bus at Locke. I couldn't make out whether it was my bus or not, so I decided to speed it up a notch. I get to the corner before my stop, and decide that a jog was in order - just to make it to the stop. All of a sudden, this beat up teal green junker from the late 80s/early 90s drives past slowly, since they were approaching a red light at Queen. A snot-nosed kid, probably 8 years old and weighing about 170 - 180 lbs hangs half way out the rolled-down rear window and points and laughs at me as they're passing.
Usually, I'd just brush the snide comments of a little kid off, seeing as kids typically don't censor their thoughts very well - I know, I was a kid, and brutal honesty always escaped my mouth without much thought. But, this particular event made me extremely angry for several reasons.
There was of course an adult driving the car, presumably the parent of the child, why the HELL wasn't the kid securely fastened into the car?!? Seatbelts aren't there for decoration you know! It's the law! Seatbelts keep people safe, in the car, should an accident happen.
The rear window was wide open, the kid was half way out of the car! That's really safe! What would have happened if a car had passed by as the kid was hanging out? Or... what if the kid fell out of the car as it was moving?? I see criminal negligence charges, and one less annoying kid in the world.
What ever happened to manners? Do parents teach their kids about manners anymore?? Think about it - is it really polite to yell things out the window at pedestrians as you pass by in your car? Ummmm, let me answer this for you NO!!!!!!!
I'm not the smallest person in the world - I don't like to criticize other people about their weight... that'd make me a hypocrite. However, perhaps what this severely overweight child needed was to be out playing or walking or some other physical activity, rather than screaming out the window of a car. It's odd that I'm being made fun of for walking, by a little fat boy. Then again, if the parents failed to buckle the kid's seatbelt, lets them hang out the window, and doesn't teach them manners, I highly doubt that physical activity and a healthy lifestyle for their child ranks high on their list of things to do.
This experience leads me to the question that is troubling many people... Is this kid the future of Canada? If this is any indication of things to come, I do say, we're all in a heap of trouble!
Friday, June 29, 2007
My Day, Including Prostitutes and Potheads... Oh My!
I started out the day at work, which was alright. Had a laughable moment when some guy came into the office to purchase an ad - wanting it to say something about being "hardcore". He then asks us, to define what "hardcore" meant. The answer given was that it meant "doing not so nice things". I couldn't say anything and nearly choked on my drink because I was trying not to laugh.
To be honest, I wanted to intercept with, "according to the google definition search, hardcore is defined as "1. hard-core: intensely loyal; "his hard-core supporters" 2. Hardcore techno is a kind of techno music closely related to the Gabba style. It originated in the early- to mid-1990s in largely industrial or post-industrial cities (Rotterdam, New York City, Newcastle, New South Wales) and simultaneously in commercial dance techno music looking for a harder sound..." wait, those aren't right... "3. hard-core: extremely explicit; "hard-core pornography" Ding, Ding, Ding... if you guessed #3, you're right!"
After work, Danielle and I went to the movies, and saw Live Free or Die Hard, and went for Thai. Movie was awesome, Thai food was great, as usual. At Gore Park, we parted ways. I stood at my bus stop and was approached by this guy around my age. First question was "do you know what time it is?" I answered, and then the next question was "do you know where I can get some pot?" Not the greatest segway, but whatever. Told him I didn't know, since I don't smoke pot. He then proceeded to make small talk until the bus arrived, and then in an offhanded way, tried to get me to go out for drinks with him. I politely declined... really I don't like being picked up at the bus stop on my way home after working and going out. All I want sometimes is to just go home and relax.
This isn't the first time a guy has approached me and asked where to buy pot... perhaps this is THE new pickup line I'm not aware of? Or... am I just a beacon for all the potheads and lost souls, wherever I may travel?
To be honest, I wanted to intercept with, "according to the google definition search, hardcore is defined as "1. hard-core: intensely loyal; "his hard-core supporters" 2. Hardcore techno is a kind of techno music closely related to the Gabba style. It originated in the early- to mid-1990s in largely industrial or post-industrial cities (Rotterdam, New York City, Newcastle, New South Wales) and simultaneously in commercial dance techno music looking for a harder sound..." wait, those aren't right... "3. hard-core: extremely explicit; "hard-core pornography" Ding, Ding, Ding... if you guessed #3, you're right!"
After work, Danielle and I went to the movies, and saw Live Free or Die Hard, and went for Thai. Movie was awesome, Thai food was great, as usual. At Gore Park, we parted ways. I stood at my bus stop and was approached by this guy around my age. First question was "do you know what time it is?" I answered, and then the next question was "do you know where I can get some pot?" Not the greatest segway, but whatever. Told him I didn't know, since I don't smoke pot. He then proceeded to make small talk until the bus arrived, and then in an offhanded way, tried to get me to go out for drinks with him. I politely declined... really I don't like being picked up at the bus stop on my way home after working and going out. All I want sometimes is to just go home and relax.
This isn't the first time a guy has approached me and asked where to buy pot... perhaps this is THE new pickup line I'm not aware of? Or... am I just a beacon for all the potheads and lost souls, wherever I may travel?
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Holy Flaming Car, Batman!
Yesterday was a very busy day for me. To sum it up, I went to work, left early for an appointment, went shopping and then decided to visit my sister at work, before heading home.
At 7:30, I decided to head home, and started walking to the closest bus stop, near the train station. I'm approaching the cross walk, and I hear the sound of tires squealing. I looked, and saw a car narrowly miss a bus, lose control and crash head-on into the corner of the overpass/bridge where the trains come into the station. What did the bus driver do? Well, he just kept on going, and didn't even stop for a moment. If I would've seen the bus number, I would've reported the driver for not remaining at the scene.
The driver gets out of the car, and quickly gets away from it, since the crumpled hood of the car is steaming and smoking. He then, in a total stroke of genious, goes back to the car to retrieve his sandals. By this time, I'm standing at the bus stop, and notice that where there was just smoke, there's now the beginning of flames under the hood of the car. I place a call to 911 to report the fire, and was told that they were already responding to a possible car fire. I stressed that it wasn't just a possible car fire anymore, that there were now flames rising above the hood.
Needless to say, since I'd witnessed the accident, I had to stay and tell the police what I saw. So, I got to sit in the back of a police car for the first time ever. Not really an experience I'd like to do ever again. I'm a short one, and my knees were touching the barrier wall between the front and back seat. Because I didn't see the colour of the light, since I was just paying attention to the crosswalk signals, my account of the events wasn't documented.
It's accidents such as this, that make me very glad that I'm environmentally friendly and take the bus.
At 7:30, I decided to head home, and started walking to the closest bus stop, near the train station. I'm approaching the cross walk, and I hear the sound of tires squealing. I looked, and saw a car narrowly miss a bus, lose control and crash head-on into the corner of the overpass/bridge where the trains come into the station. What did the bus driver do? Well, he just kept on going, and didn't even stop for a moment. If I would've seen the bus number, I would've reported the driver for not remaining at the scene.
The driver gets out of the car, and quickly gets away from it, since the crumpled hood of the car is steaming and smoking. He then, in a total stroke of genious, goes back to the car to retrieve his sandals. By this time, I'm standing at the bus stop, and notice that where there was just smoke, there's now the beginning of flames under the hood of the car. I place a call to 911 to report the fire, and was told that they were already responding to a possible car fire. I stressed that it wasn't just a possible car fire anymore, that there were now flames rising above the hood.
Needless to say, since I'd witnessed the accident, I had to stay and tell the police what I saw. So, I got to sit in the back of a police car for the first time ever. Not really an experience I'd like to do ever again. I'm a short one, and my knees were touching the barrier wall between the front and back seat. Because I didn't see the colour of the light, since I was just paying attention to the crosswalk signals, my account of the events wasn't documented.
It's accidents such as this, that make me very glad that I'm environmentally friendly and take the bus.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Working Downtown
Okay, so some of you are familiar with working downtown in a larger city. It has its perks and its downfalls. The two biggest perks are that I'm close to shopping and restaurants, and that all the busses run to and from the "downtown hub".
Now for the downside!
This morning, I'm standing at the bus stop (in front of a nudie movie place), listening to my music and minding my own business. All of a sudden, I feel someone tap me on my shoulder, so I turn around. It's this lady in her early 60s trying to force a watchtower publication on me. I politely declined, when really, I felt like blowing up and screaming at her that I don't force my beliefs on people and I don't want her stupid magazine, so leave me the f&;*% alone!
Yesterday, I'm walking from my work to downtown, and all of a sudden I get a whiff of super-heated urine as this lady is approaching me to ask for directions. Sure enough, the front of her pants are soaked. Ewwwwwwwwww! I held my breath while I pointed out where she should be going. Thankfully she was going in the opposite direction from me, so I was assured she wouldn't become my newest bus bus buddy.
I knew that at some point I wouldn't be able to avoid talking to people during my daily commute, but why do I always seem to attract the fanatical religious ones or the gross ones?!?
Now for the downside!
This morning, I'm standing at the bus stop (in front of a nudie movie place), listening to my music and minding my own business. All of a sudden, I feel someone tap me on my shoulder, so I turn around. It's this lady in her early 60s trying to force a watchtower publication on me. I politely declined, when really, I felt like blowing up and screaming at her that I don't force my beliefs on people and I don't want her stupid magazine, so leave me the f&;*% alone!
Yesterday, I'm walking from my work to downtown, and all of a sudden I get a whiff of super-heated urine as this lady is approaching me to ask for directions. Sure enough, the front of her pants are soaked. Ewwwwwwwwww! I held my breath while I pointed out where she should be going. Thankfully she was going in the opposite direction from me, so I was assured she wouldn't become my newest bus bus buddy.
I knew that at some point I wouldn't be able to avoid talking to people during my daily commute, but why do I always seem to attract the fanatical religious ones or the gross ones?!?
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Buyer's Regret?!?
Last weekend, I took my mom and Brandy to see the Phantom. I purchased the tickets back in December, and gave them as Christmas gifts. Really, it was kind of a selfish gift in a way, since I was buying a ticket for myself, no matter what. Needless to say, everyone enjoyed the performance.
However, during the performance, I found myself going off on a tangent of thought.... not really something I should've been doing during an artistic performance, but hey, it happens. I could see the orchestra clearly, from my seat, and focussed in on the flautists. At that moment, sheer and utter disappointment flooded over me - I so wanted to be down there, in the pit, playing my heart out for all to hear. I decided to let it go, and enjoy the performance, but that little voice has creeped back into my head.
It got me thinking about where I am now and what I'm doing, and it's a far cry from where I thought I'd be. I always thought that some day I'd have an artistic career, preferably in music. Instead, here I am, behind a desk all day long, processing payroll, and doing all the mundane tasks that HR Assistants get stuck doing, and it's sucking the life and creativity right out of me.
Even school didn't work out the way I thought it would. I graduated with an English degree, and then went on for my HRM Certificate. I always thought I'd graduate with a Music degree and then go on to be a music teacher, a performer, or a conductor... ah, such lofty aspirations I once had.
So I'm experiencing a sort of buyer's regret over how things have unfolded thus far. Arrrrgh! How expensive this regret is, too... Just when I thought I had it all figured out, I end up re-analyzing my situation and realizing it's not really where I want to be.
However, during the performance, I found myself going off on a tangent of thought.... not really something I should've been doing during an artistic performance, but hey, it happens. I could see the orchestra clearly, from my seat, and focussed in on the flautists. At that moment, sheer and utter disappointment flooded over me - I so wanted to be down there, in the pit, playing my heart out for all to hear. I decided to let it go, and enjoy the performance, but that little voice has creeped back into my head.
It got me thinking about where I am now and what I'm doing, and it's a far cry from where I thought I'd be. I always thought that some day I'd have an artistic career, preferably in music. Instead, here I am, behind a desk all day long, processing payroll, and doing all the mundane tasks that HR Assistants get stuck doing, and it's sucking the life and creativity right out of me.
Even school didn't work out the way I thought it would. I graduated with an English degree, and then went on for my HRM Certificate. I always thought I'd graduate with a Music degree and then go on to be a music teacher, a performer, or a conductor... ah, such lofty aspirations I once had.
So I'm experiencing a sort of buyer's regret over how things have unfolded thus far. Arrrrgh! How expensive this regret is, too... Just when I thought I had it all figured out, I end up re-analyzing my situation and realizing it's not really where I want to be.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Quasi-Celebrities and Nudity!
Okay, that title got your attention, right?? I don't have a whole lot to report today, other than the following.
My brush with Quasi-Celebrity Fame: walking past Mike Bullard in the Yonge Eglinton Centre. Whoo whee, I didn't think I could contain my excitement any longer.
Note to the old naked guy in the window at the Double Tree Hotel... Yes, when the blinds are open, people can see you... even when it's starting to get dark out. The general population has no desire to see your wrinkly old bum or meat & two veg. It's just not right. However, I had to chuckle when I saw this guy, since Wes told me he saw a naked dude in the window across from his work, and had "gouged" his eyes out in response. An over-reaction, maybe, but funny all the same. I wonder if he used a spork... I compared notes with Wes, 4 windows over, and 4 down, it was the same guy!
Alright, that's all I've got. Really, how could I top a Quasi-Celeb & Nudity with anything else?
Sunday, January 28, 2007
In My Absence...
I've been absent from my blog for quite some time, basically because I spend too much time in transit between home & work, and by the time I get home, I want to just crash. Also, I find that on weekends, if I'm not out with my friends, my family knows how to keep me quite busy as well.
Hell, I hadn't even updated when I got my co-op job back in September. Speaking of which, some details...
I was hired as the HR Assistant for this not for profit insurance company, owned by the church of England. How weird this must seem for everyone... me, working at an establishment owned by the church. I too, thought I would burst into flames... Surprisingly though, there's less religious tension at this job than there was at the depot. Originally, my contract was to expire on December 31 ('06), but I got an unofficial extension through until the end of March. Of course, this means my rate of pay remained unchanges, and that I would also remain ineligible for the paid benefits. The only reason why I agreed to stay is for the experience.
Even now, I doubt why I opted to stay, when I could've extracted myself cleanly from all the problems, back in December. Everything seems so unorganized, there's no communication, and the lines of authority are completely messed up beyond belief. It's pretty bad when you have to ask the GM for approval, before you can order a clock for the lunch room... At this point, even if they were to offer me a full time, salaried position, I would decline.
Thus, my job search begins again
Hell, I hadn't even updated when I got my co-op job back in September. Speaking of which, some details...
I was hired as the HR Assistant for this not for profit insurance company, owned by the church of England. How weird this must seem for everyone... me, working at an establishment owned by the church. I too, thought I would burst into flames... Surprisingly though, there's less religious tension at this job than there was at the depot. Originally, my contract was to expire on December 31 ('06), but I got an unofficial extension through until the end of March. Of course, this means my rate of pay remained unchanges, and that I would also remain ineligible for the paid benefits. The only reason why I agreed to stay is for the experience.
Even now, I doubt why I opted to stay, when I could've extracted myself cleanly from all the problems, back in December. Everything seems so unorganized, there's no communication, and the lines of authority are completely messed up beyond belief. It's pretty bad when you have to ask the GM for approval, before you can order a clock for the lunch room... At this point, even if they were to offer me a full time, salaried position, I would decline.
Thus, my job search begins again
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Parachutes R' us??
Just an update on the clifhanger...
Well, I needed that parachute after all. Those rocks hurt!
Well, I needed that parachute after all. Those rocks hurt!
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