Friday, July 11, 2014

And Float in Space and Drift in Time

Does anyone blog anymore? Quite so, the answer here seems to be no.

Life has been strange for a while now, for years now. i can honestly say that i have no idea how i changed so much, nor how it has happened so quietly and so unbeknownst to me.

i suppose the answer is that i have been driftingly passive about all the things that i thought defined me previously, but have been aggressively hardworking towards all the things i thought would never define me. And now, here i am, an uncollected pile of experiences and new perspectives, resulting in a completely foreign person.

Hi there.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Whoa. This really happened.

And it happened despite the flood and the moving three times and living out of a large blue reusable Ikea bag. And it happened because i have the love of some good people.

Over twenty-some friends, fams, and ol' faculty showed up for support, and i felt it all the way - even during my oral defense, while you all waited for the ballot while drinking on the undergrad patio.

i am one lucky dame.

setting myself up

'dem wild and crazies, 08:45am

Thursday, May 09, 2013

On Delete

i cannot seem to finish this last results chapter. i am writing the same thing over and over again, then deleting it, then rewriting the same thing i had deleted. My whole results is the same sentence over and over again, on repeat, with words like "decrease in transconjugants" twisted slightly in the next sentence as "fewer colonies recovered." My discussion section now is looking much the same. Shit is bleak.

i have to finish this chapter by the end of this week, and then finish the introduction and conclusions by the end of next week. And then the intro is being recycled into into a book chapter straight aways, so faster, cy, faster! 

And so to continue the dwelling in my misfortunes,  i injured my ankle and calf and dammit, my whole left leg, so now i am hobbling around, limping in pain and unable to run my frustrations away like i usually can, because recovering at my age is now a month-long process.

And then i took on the job of baking 50 vegan cupcakes for a birthday bash. i will be compensated in kegs of beer. But not soon enough.

i think i am losing it, and losing my hair, and losing my vision, and losing time.

Friday, December 14, 2012

Conversations When It Is Quiet, Act II, continued...

Me: Holy shit. This is worse than i thought.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Conversations When It Is Quiet, Act II

Me: This isn't going to be pleasant.

Me': Who the fuck said that this was going to be pleasant?

Friday, December 02, 2011

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Oh The Demons Come, They Can Subside

Where am i? What time is it?

Feels like life just passed me by but time did not.

Or maybe instead of drinking at lounges with open windows and ordering bottles of wine at late-night, upscale pizza joints, i should look and see where the fuck my life is.

But there is sunshine in these days, and patios are so inviting, and dress-up foolishly parties and dress-up to the nines museum launches let us run around, and dinner parties on my little patio are begging for me and my friends, as are the tickets to music festivals and to the other side of the country. And any bar or television beckons me with hockey playoffs.

But i should calm the fuck down and sort out this mess that is my completely directionless day-to-day, which has actually become my life.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Packed and All Eyes Turned In. No One To See On the Quay.

i don't think i can do this anymore. Or at least, i can't feel like this anymore.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Space To Breathe It, Time To Savour All That Night Air Has To Lend Me

New Year's eve, sitting at home at 9pm, i realized i didn't want to see people i know and instead, went out to a local haunt to meet people i don't know.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Tell Me Where You're Goin'

Thank you for being such a bright, smart, and amazing guy. i will always remember the late night drinks and smoking and long conversations and running around the cold streets and getting lost from the crowds.

Shine on, buddy. You will always be a cosmological force, the star that you are.

Thursday, August 05, 2010

Since You Got Me Up

i have been spending a lot of time alone these days and nights in my apartment, which is feeling more and more like a dark cave lit with many ugly candles. i just sit and stare, and then the oven clock tells me that half an hour has passed. This doesn't miff me, because i just wrap the knitted blankets around me tighter and keep staring, and then soon it's time for bed.

Sometimes, though, i go out. i have really only seen a handful of people on repeat, and though they get me out, they don't seem to mind visiting me in my cave either. They are also clever enough to know that i am less creepy and disconsolate when they bring a bottle of white for safe passage.

And i am oddly surprised at the company that keeps me now, these very different people that have wandered in and taken me in. The cosmological congruency i think, is that we have all been terribly good at being terribly aware of being terribly unsuccessful in meaningful relationships. So bottles of wine go down, tears are spilt, bad Chinese takeout soothes us, and we bond over terribly terrible memories and the terribly good ones too.

Then it's time for breakfast in the rain.

It's summer. Sometimes, i do go out, and the sun does shine. So do my raddest of the rad friends.

weekday night gardens and ship fries

gardens at a glance

through the looking glass

tarp runner and folk fest buddy

main stage night tales

lanterns weaving in the dark

trail leads to me

let's dance

horseplay and tomfoolery

Sunday morning gospel jam


mountain strolls and lavender


amusement and skyrides

Friday, June 11, 2010

Entering the New Beast

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Music and snuck-in gin and little bottles of flavoured vodka, being a wing girl, naps on hills, getting lost and spending a night in a campsite on the other side, no balance between cold and sunburn, ignoring media duties, smoking a plenty, and being with awesome people that i will never meet again.

morning hike in

the gorge in the sun

new friends share drinks and drugs, oysters and avacados

favourite stoop

the only warm place is at night, with Z-Trip

a gentleman's maintenance

limited daily breakfast

slipping through, the time has come

we're heartbroken

sneaking into the range life of Pavement

rain at midnight in the Booka Shade

gots all kinds of sweets for a soul man

Marlboro country outside the Honey Buckets

sunshine last

a Band of Horses steals our hearts

Neon Indian fucks us up

the boys and free beer and avocados

as dirty as white gravy

Running Away From The Belly Of The Beast

i have nothing elegant to say. Instead, i will remember not showering for 4 days and sleeping for a collection of 16 hours like this:

leaving Vancouver in a car of strangers

welcome to America, assholes

meatloaf and jambalaya

accent sardine can lined with pbr

field of fucking dreams for 4 hours

10am cocktails

This was the beginning. The rest was even more surreal because i didn't realize where i was or who i with most of the time - wandering and healing in the pits and crowds.