Wednesday, December 19
Environment 1...
Score one for the environment.
A few days ago, far removed from my frantic, trivial task of making christmas cards, the nation's government leaders were discussing climate change in Bali.
Most of the world supported tougher measures to lower our greenhouse gas emissions, whereas (surprise, surprise) the US did not. The climatic twist (pun intended) was that Stephen Harper went on record to say that Canada agreed with the US.
"Wtf?" said canadians, roughly 110,00 of them, and signed a petetion to oppose Stephen Harper's 'canadian' opinion. Four days later, Harper changed his position and now we're setting tougher emission targets.
very cool.
A few days ago, far removed from my frantic, trivial task of making christmas cards, the nation's government leaders were discussing climate change in Bali.
Most of the world supported tougher measures to lower our greenhouse gas emissions, whereas (surprise, surprise) the US did not. The climatic twist (pun intended) was that Stephen Harper went on record to say that Canada agreed with the US.
"Wtf?" said canadians, roughly 110,00 of them, and signed a petetion to oppose Stephen Harper's 'canadian' opinion. Four days later, Harper changed his position and now we're setting tougher emission targets.
very cool.
Sunday, December 16
Lost and Found
I've been feeling a little discouraged about photography of late.
You know, the usual, "What's the bother...?" , "To what end...?" , and "Why in the hell...?, blah blah blah.
I had seen these geese a couple days earlier and found the mind's eye content to be amusing.
I'm glad I brought my camera to work on Tuesday.
Fun wins again.
You know, the usual, "What's the bother...?" , "To what end...?" , and "Why in the hell...?, blah blah blah.
I had seen these geese a couple days earlier and found the mind's eye content to be amusing.
I'm glad I brought my camera to work on Tuesday.
Fun wins again.
Friday, December 7
To do...
I am not without projects.
A quick scan of the apartment to take stock (which doesn't take long) finds me the following.
~ photography paraphelalia - photos, cameras, cards and now canvas printing materials
~ knitting supplies- one mitten, half-finished toques, etc
~ crafting items like beads, hemp and candle wax - I vaguely remember attempting this holiday craft. Anyone wanting to take this off my hands?
~ piano, banjo, guitar, bass
~ articles, books, research, words on paper - there's a lot of this.
~ balance board - in pieces.
~ laundry and dishes -not technically a project, but they never disappear....
And this is only those within my line of sight.
Meanwhile, on the big WWW there's no lack in clutter space for me to spew my unfinished projects to sites like this or this or this. I don't even want to talk about that infamous networking site that I can't delete myself from...
So has this blog become another unfinished project?
No time to answer this - have to go sort laundry.
A quick scan of the apartment to take stock (which doesn't take long) finds me the following.
~ photography paraphelalia - photos, cameras, cards and now canvas printing materials
~ knitting supplies- one mitten, half-finished toques, etc
~ crafting items like beads, hemp and candle wax - I vaguely remember attempting this holiday craft. Anyone wanting to take this off my hands?
~ piano, banjo, guitar, bass
~ articles, books, research, words on paper - there's a lot of this.
~ balance board - in pieces.
~ laundry and dishes -not technically a project, but they never disappear....
And this is only those within my line of sight.
Meanwhile, on the big WWW there's no lack in clutter space for me to spew my unfinished projects to sites like this or this or this. I don't even want to talk about that infamous networking site that I can't delete myself from...
So has this blog become another unfinished project?
No time to answer this - have to go sort laundry.
Thursday, May 17
Big Bang Baja 2007
James leaves today.
I leave on Sunday.
And since there won't be much opportunity to post for the next month (and since BJ has been convinced to document his wit in a blog dedicated to the trip), I'll save my stories for later and remain satisifed with being an influence behind BJ's Baja tales.
check out the Baja Blog here.
I leave on Sunday.
And since there won't be much opportunity to post for the next month (and since BJ has been convinced to document his wit in a blog dedicated to the trip), I'll save my stories for later and remain satisifed with being an influence behind BJ's Baja tales.
check out the Baja Blog here.
Tuesday, May 15
Summer 2007
3 months ago I could never have predicted my summer to be what it is.
But here it is.
And what it is, is turning out to be grand.
Firstly I join James on the first month of his second mexican adventure as we attempt to beat the heat, going as far south along the west coast as is VW-vanly possible. I'm looking forward to surf, sun, mexicans, spanish, fires, photography, cacti...pretty much everything except scorpions!
Then I return to BC and fly north to work on a sailboat in Haida Gwaii. Big Tees! Totems! Money...
And then a break before I head back out on the boat. Perhaps a hiking/camping trip with friends?? (hint, hint)
fun, fun!
~
In this photo: Charley loves cuddling as much as James. It's so strange that no one jumped at the opportunity to have such a loving friend for month... hopefully my mom's not scared of werewolves.
But here it is.
And what it is, is turning out to be grand.
Firstly I join James on the first month of his second mexican adventure as we attempt to beat the heat, going as far south along the west coast as is VW-vanly possible. I'm looking forward to surf, sun, mexicans, spanish, fires, photography, cacti...pretty much everything except scorpions!
Then I return to BC and fly north to work on a sailboat in Haida Gwaii. Big Tees! Totems! Money...
And then a break before I head back out on the boat. Perhaps a hiking/camping trip with friends?? (hint, hint)
fun, fun!
~
In this photo: Charley loves cuddling as much as James. It's so strange that no one jumped at the opportunity to have such a loving friend for month... hopefully my mom's not scared of werewolves.
Monday, April 30
Through Wine's Eyes
On Friday I took my camera out for a night at Fuse, a monthly evening event at the Vancouver Art Gallery.
Unfortunately, I also brought a bottle of wine given to me by the last school sailing trip. And I hadn't eaten much.
The end result was me face down and almost asleep, while others celebrated the closing night of Bosmans (a place I wish I knew about sooner...famous photographer's son, a salty old seaman, tough waitresses....I remember none of these things...)
Luckily my camera doesn't have a breathalyzer.
I may have found a niche...
Unfortunately, I also brought a bottle of wine given to me by the last school sailing trip. And I hadn't eaten much.
The end result was me face down and almost asleep, while others celebrated the closing night of Bosmans (a place I wish I knew about sooner...famous photographer's son, a salty old seaman, tough waitresses....I remember none of these things...)
Luckily my camera doesn't have a breathalyzer.
I may have found a niche...
Wednesday, April 18
Tuesday, April 17
Monday, April 16
Monday, March 19
thank god for rick mercer...
...bringing humor and wit to the political absurdity that is sometimes our Canadian government...
Sunday, March 18
Friday, March 16
Addictions
For the next few days, adding up to a total of 40, my friend Miranda is observing Lent and removing 'vices' from her lifestyle (this year it's booze and wheat).
I've been inspired by her resolve in the past but it seems that every year Lent rolls around and, having never observed any real christian tradition as a child, except for the odd Sunday every 3 years when my grandmother would come to town and suddenly I'd be Anglican (I'm not counting christmas and easter of course - they're more like turkey and egg holidays), every year I forget about Lent, missing this chance to participate in a tradition of anti-consumerism. And, unlike other traditions, who are seen as benefits for the economy and so paraded before the consumer for weeks if not months prior to the day, I become aware of this 'holiday' only after it has already started - and I hesitate to be the bandwagon girl who observes Lent for only 31 days.
But why not? If I think about, and I try not to, there are many things in my life that could be considered vices, or even addictions, and could use a break from my life be it 40 or 31 or even 4 days. Some are easy to remove and some are not.
Take for example coffee (lindsay reaches for a sip before continuing)...I would hesitate to say I'm addicted to it and yet those rare days that I choose not to have coffee are few and far between (and usually hazy). Several years ago in university, I decided I needed to stop drinking coffee for at least a year due to a book I read, appropriately named Coffee. The first few weeks of life without coffee I felt the effects of removing an addiction, socially and physically - the massive headaches, the shaking hands, the smell of coffee taunting me, and the questioning I got from people who knew me as a coffee drinker (my mother!). Thankfully however, I loved tea and after several months it became easier to turn down that delicious bean juice. Before I knew it I had gone a year and two months without a cup of java and I was so proud of myself that I decided one cup wouldn’t hurt (oh it was gooood…). And then I decided a mug a week was ok, especially if it was socially responsible coffee. Fast forward to today where I’m sometimes buying coffee from gas stations and (gasp!) Starbucks just because there’s no other alternative. Ah addictions…it’s a slippery slope. (Lindsay takes a anther sip of the sweet nectar of the gods).
Recently I’ve been wondering if I’m also addicted to my computer - email, news, photography, entertainment, music and even now, though I'm 'creative writing', it's creative time spent on a computer. But how do you kick this addiction without dropping off the face of the planet? And although granted soon I will be working on a boat and far removed from any "asdfghjkl;" for days at a time, forcibly placed into computer rehab, undoubtedly as soon as my sea legs reach land, I will seek out an internet cafe to at least make contact with the boy - I'm pretty sure that's against protocol for other rehab programs.
Perhaps I need to limit my computer time and monitor the hours wasted. Perhaps I will read a book called "Computer" and go cold turkey for a year. Needless to say, and however I deal with it, of all my addictions this seems to be that hardest to kick - here comes the shaking hands again.
Tuesday, March 13
Saturday, March 10
Thursday, February 22
I have a date tonight
I'm taking myself, james and my new red dress out on a date. We leave in an hour, and I doubt James will read this post before then, so I can tell you what we're doing - we're going to see Josh Ritter !!!
I'm so excited...
I'm so excited...
Just like a rolling stone
On the move again.
Finished most of my packing yesterday evening and have only a scattering mix of dust and random bits left to deal with. It's been a difficult pack (oh, woe is me) since I've had to think about a) what I might need for the summer, b) what I might want to keep for my next place, and c) what I can fit into Big Jim's small apartment (we're not really 'moving-in' per say but I will be storing some stuff at his place...like my dresser...and my knitting needles...and some books...and I'll most likely be sleeping there when I'm in town...but we're not moving in...)
Leaving the West End and my funky, though small, apartment is a small drag - beach access, great food venues in close proximity, friends who live a stone's throw away, late night stumbles home from the bar, that squirrel who begs for food outside my window, the family of raccoons and magic mushrooms who also reside there, ferns and Buddha welcoming me home, my three large windows, my shower, open-late liquor store, yoga studio, library, and bus stops - all of these things I will miss.
Then there are things I won't miss - like an outrageous rent payment for only 500 sq m, an extra-large-bar-fridge half full with condiments, a fire alarm that went off every time I baked (yes, I baked from time to time...though not too frequently, because of the damn fire alarm), my windows allowing for easy viewing of my rump when I decided I couldn't be bothered to run to the bathroom to change...
Where my next 'home' will be is any one's guess (though this trip to the Kootenay's might help that decision). On the other hand, I'm itching for some warm weather bathing/surfing and I don't think my summer cruising the west coast on a sailboat will be satisfying any urges (oh but the whales I will see). Also thinking about going back to school and studying basket weaving...
Any wagers or bets?
Finished most of my packing yesterday evening and have only a scattering mix of dust and random bits left to deal with. It's been a difficult pack (oh, woe is me) since I've had to think about a) what I might need for the summer, b) what I might want to keep for my next place, and c) what I can fit into Big Jim's small apartment (we're not really 'moving-in' per say but I will be storing some stuff at his place...like my dresser...and my knitting needles...and some books...and I'll most likely be sleeping there when I'm in town...but we're not moving in...)
Leaving the West End and my funky, though small, apartment is a small drag - beach access, great food venues in close proximity, friends who live a stone's throw away, late night stumbles home from the bar, that squirrel who begs for food outside my window, the family of raccoons and magic mushrooms who also reside there, ferns and Buddha welcoming me home, my three large windows, my shower, open-late liquor store, yoga studio, library, and bus stops - all of these things I will miss.
Then there are things I won't miss - like an outrageous rent payment for only 500 sq m, an extra-large-bar-fridge half full with condiments, a fire alarm that went off every time I baked (yes, I baked from time to time...though not too frequently, because of the damn fire alarm), my windows allowing for easy viewing of my rump when I decided I couldn't be bothered to run to the bathroom to change...
Where my next 'home' will be is any one's guess (though this trip to the Kootenay's might help that decision). On the other hand, I'm itching for some warm weather bathing/surfing and I don't think my summer cruising the west coast on a sailboat will be satisfying any urges (oh but the whales I will see). Also thinking about going back to school and studying basket weaving...
Any wagers or bets?
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