Friday, March 17, 2006
Scott. Call me.
I responder to your email about this weekend and I assumed you were coming with me to the party. Or, at least meeting me at the bar. I don't know AS YOU HAVEN'T ANSWERED ME YET. I am so going to bitch-slap you.
In Her Shoes
You know, I liked this movie. Here's a poem that I liked from it:
i carry your heart with me by e. e. cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it
in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
i carry your heart with me by e. e. cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it
in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.
Despite the fact that I have titled this blog after a Carpenters song as well as the fact that Monday was, like, two days ago I feel that this blog is in tune with my feelings today. I don’t know, it may be that life is always a little grey and depressing after a Montreal winter and you know what, I don’t even think what I feel is depression, it may be more accurate to describe it as anxiety over the future.
As many of you know, I will be moving in the next couple of months and am now on the lookout for new apartments and I kind of find it stressful. Don’t get me wrong, I like looking at other’s people’s homes but it’s the whole ordeal of finding a place where I feel comfortable, where everything is within walking distance and where I can see perhaps living for more than one year is a difficult task.
In addition to the apartment thing I feel that professionally I am a little “up in the air”. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job at the law firm but there are circumstances that are forcing me to rethink whether or not I want to be employed with the company I am currently with. Nothing is ever set in stone, and, for the most part I have accepted that but can a person just have a little stability now and then? I understand that life is full of ups and downs and is constantly evolving into something else but sometimes I wish I could breathe freely again without worrying what tomorrow will bring.
So, to recap: Apartment hunting is stressful, I am rethinking my work situation, I have applied for a job in Halifax with same company with who I am rethinking my work situation.
Wait, did I mention the Halifax thing before? No, I don’t think so. Anyhoo, here’s the dealio, there is a new site that my company has acquired and needs to send someone there. The position is still undefined but I would officially have to say I would be there for more than one year. I think it would be an interesting opportunity even though it is far away from friends and family for a little while. In any case, a couple of years isn’t so bad and it may be the thing I need to push me kicking and screaming into adulthood. Right now I think I am in a front-running position for the job and if it was offered to me with the right price and incentives then I would take it. I know, I know, you’re thinking that if I have anxiety over finding apartments in a city that I have lived in my entire life, what kind of basket case will I be when I am looking for them in an unknown city? Well, here’s my answer: To me a move is a move is a move. It all comes out to the same thing. I mainly feel anxiety over the change.
As many of you know, I will be moving in the next couple of months and am now on the lookout for new apartments and I kind of find it stressful. Don’t get me wrong, I like looking at other’s people’s homes but it’s the whole ordeal of finding a place where I feel comfortable, where everything is within walking distance and where I can see perhaps living for more than one year is a difficult task.
In addition to the apartment thing I feel that professionally I am a little “up in the air”. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job at the law firm but there are circumstances that are forcing me to rethink whether or not I want to be employed with the company I am currently with. Nothing is ever set in stone, and, for the most part I have accepted that but can a person just have a little stability now and then? I understand that life is full of ups and downs and is constantly evolving into something else but sometimes I wish I could breathe freely again without worrying what tomorrow will bring.
So, to recap: Apartment hunting is stressful, I am rethinking my work situation, I have applied for a job in Halifax with same company with who I am rethinking my work situation.
Wait, did I mention the Halifax thing before? No, I don’t think so. Anyhoo, here’s the dealio, there is a new site that my company has acquired and needs to send someone there. The position is still undefined but I would officially have to say I would be there for more than one year. I think it would be an interesting opportunity even though it is far away from friends and family for a little while. In any case, a couple of years isn’t so bad and it may be the thing I need to push me kicking and screaming into adulthood. Right now I think I am in a front-running position for the job and if it was offered to me with the right price and incentives then I would take it. I know, I know, you’re thinking that if I have anxiety over finding apartments in a city that I have lived in my entire life, what kind of basket case will I be when I am looking for them in an unknown city? Well, here’s my answer: To me a move is a move is a move. It all comes out to the same thing. I mainly feel anxiety over the change.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Good Lord, why do I know this song?
Dude, this song came on and I knew all the words and hummed along with it. What is wrong with me?
Almost heaven, west virginia
Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
All my mem’ries, gather ’round her
Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roadsI hear her voice, in the mornin’ hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
And drivin’ down the road I get a feeling’
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
Almost heaven, west virginia
Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
All my mem’ries, gather ’round her
Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roadsI hear her voice, in the mornin’ hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
And drivin’ down the road I get a feeling’
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Hey...
...There are a hell of a lot of bunnies on this blog. I guess it seems like a lot because I haven't really been writing all that much and they are especially popular with the kids so I can't not post a sentiment.
HP:GOF - Take Two
Ok, so I saw it again and I was hoping that in my second viewing my original critique of it would change but alas, it has not. I know there are some of you out there that think this is the best Potter film yet and I say to you: "You're wrong so shut your face."
Honestly, still viciously underwhelmed by the film.
Honestly, still viciously underwhelmed by the film.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Where are my words?
Generally I am pretty good at updating this blog but lately I have been a little "meh" about it. I can't think of anything to write about and although that hasn't really stopped me before I am going to stay chilled and think about what I want to write about.
Here's today's sentiment, by the way:
Here's today's sentiment, by the way:
Monday, March 06, 2006
Craptastic!
Sheesh. I have had one of those days, you know what I mean? A day of working for tha man and getting nothing in return. (Except for my measly pay. Pittance, I tells you, pittance.) I am going to go home, drink some maple sugar and hide under the blankets. Oh yeah, and I forgot, here's today's sentiment that is felt deeply by me:
Friday, March 03, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Country of my Skull
I like to consider myself an avid reader and I rarely feel the need to put down a book for a breather if I am seriously into the topic. However, the other day the book I ordered from Indigo came in and I rushed home to start to read it. (I can't read in moving vehicles, so the bus ride home was out of the question.) Anyhoo, Country of my Skull is a book by Antjie Krog that recounts the many stories that were brought to the general public during the Truth and Reconciliation Commission in South Africa. The TRC was set up in an attempt to bring to the fore the horrible injustices suffered during the Apartheid era and to encourage healing amongst Saffas. It's an interesting and intense read but there's only so much inhumanity and torture a reader can take in one sitting so I have been thusfar reading it in spurts. Krog, an Afrikaan poet from Bleomfontein in the Orange Free State tells the stories with a sort of guilt, a guilt that can be guessed was felt by the majority of liberally minded Afrikaaners who had to come to terms with their violent histories. She is shocked, saddened and emotionally scarred from her work for SABC (South African Broadcasting Corporation) on the TRC and struggles with her pride at being a white South African as well as her shame for those who were abused and oppressed while her race prospered. Yes, there's extreme sadness and horror in the stories by the victims but there are also small glimmers of hope for the future. Tiny glimmers may not seem like a lot but Rome wasn't built in a day and neither will South Africa, it seems that people tend to forget that the official policy of Apartheid lasted for 40 years and under that regime many people suffered so there are deep wounds that need to be healed. I imagine there are a lot of ghosts that need to be exorcised and attitudes to be changed in order for people to truly be equal in the land.
An interesting sidebar is that I brought this book into work with me to try and read a few chapters during lunch and many people in the office were intrigued by the title. While Krog never really states why she used the specific title I am assuming it's because at the time of writing the book she felt haunted by her people's past and emotionally raw to the bone. Her beloved country, with it's picturesque landscapes had a ugly inescapable history to it whose foundations were built upon the bones of many victims. Or perhaps it is called Country of my Skull because South Africa is more than where she lives and was born in, it is a place that inhabits the very marrow of her bones and the essence of who she is. It's not superficial, like skin or hair, it's within her. Again, I do not know the real answer and am only making assumptions.
If you are more of a movie person rather than a reader then I make the suggestion that you rent In My Country, which is loosely based on the book and has Juliet Binoche and Samuel L. Jackson in it. I've read some forums that say the Afrikaans in the movie is horrible and that Juliet Binoche has a terrible accent but chances are, if you know me and read this blog, you're working knowledge of Afrikaans is limited so go wild and throw caution to the wind and rent it.
An interesting sidebar is that I brought this book into work with me to try and read a few chapters during lunch and many people in the office were intrigued by the title. While Krog never really states why she used the specific title I am assuming it's because at the time of writing the book she felt haunted by her people's past and emotionally raw to the bone. Her beloved country, with it's picturesque landscapes had a ugly inescapable history to it whose foundations were built upon the bones of many victims. Or perhaps it is called Country of my Skull because South Africa is more than where she lives and was born in, it is a place that inhabits the very marrow of her bones and the essence of who she is. It's not superficial, like skin or hair, it's within her. Again, I do not know the real answer and am only making assumptions.
If you are more of a movie person rather than a reader then I make the suggestion that you rent In My Country, which is loosely based on the book and has Juliet Binoche and Samuel L. Jackson in it. I've read some forums that say the Afrikaans in the movie is horrible and that Juliet Binoche has a terrible accent but chances are, if you know me and read this blog, you're working knowledge of Afrikaans is limited so go wild and throw caution to the wind and rent it.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
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