I'm thinking of deleting this blog.
Every time I go to the change settings page there is this tempting button that says "delete this blog" as if this is such a common occurrence.
Person A starts blog. Person A tries out blog, posts a couple of entries, gets a couple of comments, maybe even puts some photos up. Person A then realizes that "blogging" (I put this in quotes because I'm pretty sure Webster doesn't recognize this) was either a mistake, bore, frustration, guilt, stress or any combination there of. Yes, I admit there are those talented people who are successful in their ventures, but it seems that for most, who undoubtedly had dreams of being a writer at one point in their life, the blog will account for little more than a broadly accessible group email, fueled by a reality drama/sit-com craze.
I am myself wondering why, when for the first time that I have ever returned to live in a city of my mis-spent youth (unless you count Port McNeill, which is close to Port Hardy), why I"m choosing NOW to be the time I begin a blog. I've been several places in the world, and for that matter in BC, where it would have been much more interesting to write about. For instance in answer to the question "what is Prince Rupert like?" I would have told you about the community center employees who, after having completed a workout, tried bumming a smoke off us (I do enjoy a good drag after cardio as well). Or even the bowling alley (5 pin...classic and with higher scores)
So, is this blog for the photos? I'd like to think so, and that case perhaps its more appropriate to start a website specifically for galleries or something. Unfortunately I have no idea how to do this on my own at this time. Perhaps I should take a course or something. Lets see if I can say 'or something' one more time or something.
In the meantime I'm dangerously close to just hitting the delete button, with the only thing stopping me being the fact that I did put some time into it (and I'm kind of a pack rat, even with the computer stuff).
sigh...keep it light enough to travel?
Wednesday, June 29
Friday, June 24
What did she mean?
So... a coworker says to me today as I'm leaving work...
"You know, I wouldn't recgonize you if you weren't wearing your aquarium uniform"
Any insights as to what the heck she meant? Was it an insult (aka I am the most average loking person on the face of earth and could look like any old 2-legged creature)? Was it just a passing comment (and if so, how utterly random of an observation)?
Any suggestions?
ps. first time back on the bike since the "incident". A little nervous but all went well. The gears and handle bar are a little bent up though...damn residual reminder of stupidity...
"You know, I wouldn't recgonize you if you weren't wearing your aquarium uniform"
Any insights as to what the heck she meant? Was it an insult (aka I am the most average loking person on the face of earth and could look like any old 2-legged creature)? Was it just a passing comment (and if so, how utterly random of an observation)?
Any suggestions?
ps. first time back on the bike since the "incident". A little nervous but all went well. The gears and handle bar are a little bent up though...damn residual reminder of stupidity...
Tuesday, June 21
Is Crazy genetic?
I chatted with my grandmother tonight. She's wonderful yet many times crazy, and sometimes insulting, which of course makes me worry for my own future. My favourite quote of hers is still "Don't worry, Hilda never got married"
(is there a crazy gene that is dominant?)
She's also a bit of a ranter and tonight, after the surface chat of what's been going on, and moving into how I think it's great that there are conservation messages at the aquarium, she breaks into rant...
" Yes, I read an article about China the other day. Oh the pollution there! They have no conception about what they're doing to the environment and there are so many people in China. Once upon a time there were only bikes but now people are driving cars like crazy, and so people have to wear masks! Anyway, we're going off [driving]to the cottage. It seems to take me so long to get ready these days..."
ah Grandmere...
Victoria was fun. My sister ran a half-iron man. (wow). I got to see Sequoia and Caroline, and got to photograph my FOURTH set of nude photos....anyone else? no takers?
(is there a crazy gene that is dominant?)
She's also a bit of a ranter and tonight, after the surface chat of what's been going on, and moving into how I think it's great that there are conservation messages at the aquarium, she breaks into rant...
" Yes, I read an article about China the other day. Oh the pollution there! They have no conception about what they're doing to the environment and there are so many people in China. Once upon a time there were only bikes but now people are driving cars like crazy, and so people have to wear masks! Anyway, we're going off [driving]
Victoria was fun. My sister ran a half-iron man. (wow). I got to see Sequoia and Caroline, and got to photograph my FOURTH set of nude photos....anyone else? no takers?
Wednesday, June 15
nerdball
Today, I held coachroaches, walking sticks, butterfly's and a corn snake. Yesterday an octopus suctioned onto my arm. My job is cool. Yes, I'm a nerdball.
Digable Planets tommorow. Very excited to shake my booty.
As an aside, I feel kind of motion sick after taking a bus that sped with a large amount of rocking. (What's going on here busman. I'm not taking a boat and this isn't the Strait of Georgia).
Digable Planets tommorow. Very excited to shake my booty.
As an aside, I feel kind of motion sick after taking a bus that sped with a large amount of rocking. (What's going on here busman. I'm not taking a boat and this isn't the Strait of Georgia).
Monday, June 13
Supreme Canadian Sport
This is one of my favourite "drive-by photo shootings". Hockey in front of the supreme court - can you get any more canadian than that?
Ottawa, November 2003.
I don't heart malls
Day 2 without coffee - dull headache all day.
I've decided to quit drinking coffee. I love the taste but somehow my frequency intake has increased to a level where I HAVE to have coffee in the morning in order to function. Don't get me wrong, I love coffee (the smell, the taste, the warmth, wait a second...What the hell am I doing?!?). The problem is that I am very aware of how unhealthy it is for you and since I have recently declared myself to have an addictive personality (as of this morning), moderation is not an option with coffee, at least not now. So I'm quitting. Last time I challenged myself to a year without coffee. After the first month you don't even really miss it. However, currently I am only on day 2 and having no coffee sucks. To boot, the Vancouver Aquarium gives free coffee to employees. (hmph)
Speaking of the aquarium, today was my first day (!!). A little overwhelming (especially with all the animals having names like Tuvaq and Qila, never mind the names of the 300 other people who work there) but I'm really excited and could see myself working there for a long time, perhaps even working towards a position in the training or research departments. For now though I think I'm going to enjoy chatting to people about the horseshoe crabs, sea anemones, starfish, sea lions, sloths (!), and sea otters. As a bonus, if you want to see me in action (or just want to see the belugas) I can hook friends up with a deal.
As an aside, I've reached a new low in my loathing of malls and almost smacked some kids out of the way as they stood there like little tools, blocking the escalator...hmmm...I may be prone to *mall-rage*...
I've decided to quit drinking coffee. I love the taste but somehow my frequency intake has increased to a level where I HAVE to have coffee in the morning in order to function. Don't get me wrong, I love coffee (the smell, the taste, the warmth, wait a second...What the hell am I doing?!?). The problem is that I am very aware of how unhealthy it is for you and since I have recently declared myself to have an addictive personality (as of this morning), moderation is not an option with coffee, at least not now. So I'm quitting. Last time I challenged myself to a year without coffee. After the first month you don't even really miss it. However, currently I am only on day 2 and having no coffee sucks. To boot, the Vancouver Aquarium gives free coffee to employees. (hmph)
Speaking of the aquarium, today was my first day (!!). A little overwhelming (especially with all the animals having names like Tuvaq and Qila, never mind the names of the 300 other people who work there) but I'm really excited and could see myself working there for a long time, perhaps even working towards a position in the training or research departments. For now though I think I'm going to enjoy chatting to people about the horseshoe crabs, sea anemones, starfish, sea lions, sloths (!), and sea otters. As a bonus, if you want to see me in action (or just want to see the belugas) I can hook friends up with a deal.
As an aside, I've reached a new low in my loathing of malls and almost smacked some kids out of the way as they stood there like little tools, blocking the escalator...hmmm...I may be prone to *mall-rage*...
Wednesday, June 8
Tuesday, June 7
Uniforms and Drunk Mel Confessions
Just got a job. I have to wear a uniform.
Now, I understand that the Uniform is designed to help visitors associate you with an organization so that they can easily spot you in a crowd if your assistance is required, but there's some sort of identity crisis I go through when I'm forced to wear one. (ya I know, poor middle class me)
The only Uniform I enjoyed wearing was my firefighting uniform, mostly because fire-resistant-baggy-blue pants that dry quickly are actually quite comfortable (the shirt not so much) - I still have a borrowed pair or two kicking around, you know, just in case I return.
Mel, remember the time that you got really drunk and then admitted that you had this burning desire for the loins of Big Jim? Something about "I'll show him c*&ks%cker"?
Yah, that was funny.
(Lindsay's attempt at making sure there was a topic about Mel in here)
Now, I understand that the Uniform is designed to help visitors associate you with an organization so that they can easily spot you in a crowd if your assistance is required, but there's some sort of identity crisis I go through when I'm forced to wear one. (ya I know, poor middle class me)
The only Uniform I enjoyed wearing was my firefighting uniform, mostly because fire-resistant-baggy-blue pants that dry quickly are actually quite comfortable (the shirt not so much) - I still have a borrowed pair or two kicking around, you know, just in case I return.
Mel, remember the time that you got really drunk and then admitted that you had this burning desire for the loins of Big Jim? Something about "I'll show him c*&ks%cker"?
Yah, that was funny.
(Lindsay's attempt at making sure there was a topic about Mel in here)
Monday, June 6
June is Bike Month
Does anyone else find it ironic that I fell on June 1st?
(they should really change the signs to June is Bike Month with a Helmet)
Black eye is looking better than ever. Could do without the shoulder pain however.
(they should really change the signs to June is Bike Month with a Helmet)
Black eye is looking better than ever. Could do without the shoulder pain however.
Sunday, June 5
Saturday, June 4
Friday, June 3
16 years prior..
On June 3 and 4th 1989, the Tiananmen student-led pro-democracy demostrations ended in the deaths of an estimated 23 to 7000 (!) Chinese protesters.
16 years later, injustice still surrounds this issue, including the recent 10 year jail sentence of Shi Tao for "leaking state secrets".
(Isn't that what journalists are supposed to do?)
If you want to know more
http://www.amnesty.ca/english/main_article_home/Tiananmen_backgrounder_2005.pdf
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiananmen_Square_protests_of_1989
16 years later, injustice still surrounds this issue, including the recent 10 year jail sentence of Shi Tao for "leaking state secrets".
(Isn't that what journalists are supposed to do?)
If you want to know more
http://www.amnesty.ca/english/main_article_home/Tiananmen_backgrounder_2005.pdf
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiananmen_Square_protests_of_1989
2 days later...
...a black eye is forming...sweet.
now I have to tell my "i-was-a-dumbass-and-wasn't-wearing-a-helmet" story to more people.
It was only 7 blocks away!?!
Who has never not worn a helmet before?
now I have to tell my "i-was-a-dumbass-and-wasn't-wearing-a-helmet" story to more people.
It was only 7 blocks away!?!
Who has never not worn a helmet before?
Thursday, June 2
Thank you cellphone (and Big Jim)
*They* always say that things happen when you least expect, and that if you have a bike accident it'll be 4 blocks from your home JUST after you had decided (yes foolishly, I admit) to take off your helmet because you're "only 7 blocks from home".
Yesterday morning I remember thinking, as I was biking home from downtown Vancouver, about how great the bike streets are, and oh my aren't I feeling hot after this long ride, and since I'm almost home, I'm just going to take my helmet off and get a little breeze.
Then I remember jerking my bike, something getting caught, me flying off the bike, and the sound of pavement hitting my head. The rest of the morning was sort of a blur. I've taken many first aid courses in my life and yet couldn't determine what I should do after the incident so I moved to the curb and just noticed the large amount of blood staining the street. Someone drove by and asked if I needed an ambulance and in shock I replied "no worries, I can't afford an ambulance, I live close by". They drove off apparently satisfied.
I did have enough wit to then pull out my cellphone (a device I have been known to scoff at in the past and am now forced to praise) and with shaky hands call my hero, Big Jim.
Lindsay - I've fallen. My head is bleeding
James - Put something on the bleeding.
Right...I remember now. Good suggestion.
I was more like a damsel-going-into-shock than distress, and he arrived in a black truck rather than on a white stallion (and if he had arrived on a stallion this would have indicated that I was moving into advance stages of shock), but he was the hero nonetheless.
After a fair amount of drama at the hospital (they were very good to me at VGH), James drove me home battered by the pavement but relatively unharmed.
The world still insists on changing its orientation when I change elevation (ie sit-up), my fractured shoulder blade hurts like... a fracture, my elbow feels and looks gruesome, and my body aches, especially on my right side, but on the whole everything is fine.
Lesson 1: Always, even 7 blocks away on a safe street, wear your helmet (perhaps not avoiding broken bones, but definitely lessening head injuries).
Lesson 2: When someone is sitting on the road with blood running down their face they are probably entering stages of shock. Don't believe people who insist they are fine directly after an incident. Shock can kill after even the smallest injury. Learning how to lesson shock and how to recognize it is probably the best first aid knowledge you can have.
Lesson 3: The bike streets of Vancouver are great to travel (and fall) on as they have bike traffice lights and very little car traffic.
Yesterday morning I remember thinking, as I was biking home from downtown Vancouver, about how great the bike streets are, and oh my aren't I feeling hot after this long ride, and since I'm almost home, I'm just going to take my helmet off and get a little breeze.
Then I remember jerking my bike, something getting caught, me flying off the bike, and the sound of pavement hitting my head. The rest of the morning was sort of a blur. I've taken many first aid courses in my life and yet couldn't determine what I should do after the incident so I moved to the curb and just noticed the large amount of blood staining the street. Someone drove by and asked if I needed an ambulance and in shock I replied "no worries, I can't afford an ambulance, I live close by". They drove off apparently satisfied.
I did have enough wit to then pull out my cellphone (a device I have been known to scoff at in the past and am now forced to praise) and with shaky hands call my hero, Big Jim.
Lindsay - I've fallen. My head is bleeding
James - Put something on the bleeding.
Right...I remember now. Good suggestion.
I was more like a damsel-going-into-shock than distress, and he arrived in a black truck rather than on a white stallion (and if he had arrived on a stallion this would have indicated that I was moving into advance stages of shock), but he was the hero nonetheless.
After a fair amount of drama at the hospital (they were very good to me at VGH), James drove me home battered by the pavement but relatively unharmed.
The world still insists on changing its orientation when I change elevation (ie sit-up), my fractured shoulder blade hurts like... a fracture, my elbow feels and looks gruesome, and my body aches, especially on my right side, but on the whole everything is fine.
Lesson 1: Always, even 7 blocks away on a safe street, wear your helmet (perhaps not avoiding broken bones, but definitely lessening head injuries).
Lesson 2: When someone is sitting on the road with blood running down their face they are probably entering stages of shock. Don't believe people who insist they are fine directly after an incident. Shock can kill after even the smallest injury. Learning how to lesson shock and how to recognize it is probably the best first aid knowledge you can have.
Lesson 3: The bike streets of Vancouver are great to travel (and fall) on as they have bike traffice lights and very little car traffic.
Wednesday, June 1
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