So I'm with the fungal world and they're like - wait, Avery
Do all )))) go to heaven - MF Doom, master rhymer, burner of oil
Also a dude from NYC, maybe?
Not a cluue, ad ai do want not, not wantto start ay flame wars, or gang wars, but bloggers who make money blogging shud not be ignored but i dont make moeyy so d i ignore myw arning signs?
Anyway, happy 16th of November! Remember that number divided by four? Nintendo does.
Red lines under words annoy me, but so does rewriting everything constantly, so it's another dot com bust or boom.fm bust.
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27/02/19
23/02/19
Ambitions as a writer
"I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears"
Just about ready to rhyme; not ready to keep the time
My ambitions as a writer keep me away from fear
No free-styling; I'm straight ridin'; you don't wanna fk w/ me
'cause I'll keep writing till death coil comes flying
or I get a battle rez from volun-tears
20/02/19
Threadbare scrambled
Where have I been sapped? The creative mind is but a flow of words that endlessly get slapped onto the page. Yes, this is another round of free writing on my blog, and it's been years since I've done it and now that I finally read a Hemingway book (A Farewell to Arms) I feel slightly more comfortable in writing longer sentences.
If this doesn't make sense to you, then I will find a way to make it make sense. Make it make sense, it makes sense when you have bills to pay and you kill to play and you eat avant-garde cucumber pickles simply to make it all go away.
It takes me years to answer a simple question, a question of self-contentedness mixed with a trickle of unabashed shame. Questioning the reality of the questioning world, I wonder if I can ever find the old energy that made me write without a care in the world. Now, I find myself segmenting paragraphs into sentences into words into phonemes and wishing for the incessant allure of posh writing that I am certain will eventually be washed away like the grains of sand on Jupiter. Either that, or my writing will collapse under its own weight of boring rhetoric.
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What was the point of writing this post? To write something down that maybe I'll stumble upon another time and wonder why I couldn't just write a damn book already. Can't writing be down collaboratively? I'm alarmed and sobered by the fact that 99.99% of my time spent writing, I have spent writing by myself.
One of the things that has kept this blog alive for me is the comments. With Google+ disappearing in April, I might try and revamp the comments to make it more interactive and less blocky. Unfortunately, I'm not great at layout/design work because I just want to write something down whenever I end up at my blog place and so I never end up focusing on the user experience too much.
If you're a visual learner like I tend to be, you might like this picture instead. It is something I cooked and it was just as tasty as it looks, which might mean different things to you than to me but anyway, it was nourishing.
If this doesn't make sense to you, then I will find a way to make it make sense. Make it make sense, it makes sense when you have bills to pay and you kill to play and you eat avant-garde cucumber pickles simply to make it all go away.
It takes me years to answer a simple question, a question of self-contentedness mixed with a trickle of unabashed shame. Questioning the reality of the questioning world, I wonder if I can ever find the old energy that made me write without a care in the world. Now, I find myself segmenting paragraphs into sentences into words into phonemes and wishing for the incessant allure of posh writing that I am certain will eventually be washed away like the grains of sand on Jupiter. Either that, or my writing will collapse under its own weight of boring rhetoric.
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What was the point of writing this post? To write something down that maybe I'll stumble upon another time and wonder why I couldn't just write a damn book already. Can't writing be down collaboratively? I'm alarmed and sobered by the fact that 99.99% of my time spent writing, I have spent writing by myself.
One of the things that has kept this blog alive for me is the comments. With Google+ disappearing in April, I might try and revamp the comments to make it more interactive and less blocky. Unfortunately, I'm not great at layout/design work because I just want to write something down whenever I end up at my blog place and so I never end up focusing on the user experience too much.
If you're a visual learner like I tend to be, you might like this picture instead. It is something I cooked and it was just as tasty as it looks, which might mean different things to you than to me but anyway, it was nourishing.
Karma Aspiration Linger Entity Iodine Darwin Overcast Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless.
09/02/19
If you want to join my Blizzard/battle.net party...
Should you choose to join join: introduce yourself, and maybe have a punt at what the song of the day is!
07/02/19
Rushalité
Could have gotten the same rush
from any lover's touch
I walked into a clubhouse, not far off a very beaten path. When I walked in, I mentally asked if I could eat a kiwi here, and no one replied, so I went to the kitchen and tried to find a knife (to slice the kiwi fruit in half) and after this had happened, I found myself at a circular desk slicing a lime in two, wondering what had happened to the kiwi.
Turns out I'm not bad at writing about stuff that happened... I love that I know so much about Cannabis.
from any lover's touch
I walked into a clubhouse, not far off a very beaten path. When I walked in, I mentally asked if I could eat a kiwi here, and no one replied, so I went to the kitchen and tried to find a knife (to slice the kiwi fruit in half) and after this had happened, I found myself at a circular desk slicing a lime in two, wondering what had happened to the kiwi.
04/02/19
The Power of the Internet
In a world filled with strife, I see robotics and the internet in a mostly positive light.
Technology has always been the human race's strongpoint; its anti-Achille's heel. Homo sapiens, homo erectus, homo habilis - you name it; the homos are simply good at creating, maintaining, and advancing technology. My favourites include writing, knives, fire, and robotics. Oh, and cooking too! All technological
Technology is dangerously close to nature, firstly because it has no choice but to be a part of nature, but more importantly because it is almost advancing ahead of us. Nature, however, is absolutely always advancing ahead simply because that's what Gaia thinks is a good idea.
To be continued..
Technology has always been the human race's strongpoint; its anti-Achille's heel. Homo sapiens, homo erectus, homo habilis - you name it; the homos are simply good at creating, maintaining, and advancing technology. My favourites include writing, knives, fire, and robotics. Oh, and cooking too! All technological
Technology is dangerously close to nature, firstly because it has no choice but to be a part of nature, but more importantly because it is almost advancing ahead of us. Nature, however, is absolutely always advancing ahead simply because that's what Gaia thinks is a good idea.
To be continued..
01/02/19
Free writing mixed with some editing
So Google - Google Opinion Rewards to be more precise, is asking me a lot of questions today. It's probably a coincidence that I was sitting in the APUS' (Association of Part-time Undergraduate Students) office filling out paperwork when Google decided to prompt me with a benign demographic question: "What category of student are you?" - can you guess what I answered?
31/01/19
Tao Inspired
"Feel the lightness of being that results from forgiving others and accepting them as they are.
Free yourself of the endless vigil of policing the behavior of others.
See them for who they are, not what they can or can't do for you. "
From the Book of Changes - Hexagram 40.
Free yourself of the endless vigil of policing the behavior of others.
See them for who they are, not what they can or can't do for you. "
From the Book of Changes - Hexagram 40.
28/01/19
Angel divine
Michel/le - She can protect me
Raphael/le - She can heal me
Me - I can protect Raphael/le y/or Michel/le
2019-09 update: Changed the names to make them genderless, tried my hand at spanish and elementary particles
Raphael/le - She can heal me
Me - I can protect Raphael/le y/or Michel/le
2019-09 update: Changed the names to make them genderless, tried my hand at spanish and elementary particles
27/01/19
Boil-ology (I'm making tea after losing my Mighty)
Homo sapiens, not homo socialis.
Homo habilis, très habile
Lights is still around and kickin' :)
Updated draft on a Tuesday: J'aime siffler.
24/01/19
Neutrinality
One neutrino made it out; that's the last thing I remember, before... before the onslaught hugged him too tight such that he fell backwards into one of the many voids that afflicts this metropolis. Of the voids, there isn't much to say other than some zombies probably could live there for a while.
If I had to pick a moment in time where I might have made it out without relying on externalizations, that moment would be now. For, like a benzene molecule in perpetual motion, I have got - another girl. Another girl who will love me 'till the end. Through thick and thin, she will always be my friend.
Hi A.M.! I hope you like The Beatles! :D
If I had to pick a moment in time where I might have made it out without relying on externalizations, that moment would be now. For, like a benzene molecule in perpetual motion, I have got - another girl. Another girl who will love me 'till the end. Through thick and thin, she will always be my friend.
Hi A.M.! I hope you like The Beatles! :D
22/01/19
Black Tuna-
Beautiful is a song by Scatterheart, yes, and I've actually met, talked, and even taken a few different yoga classes with the lead singer. He told me he might put on his wings again for my birthday; but this was so long ago that I would not hold them to it.
19/01/19
Majestic and poisonous
I started my day by picking a card; treading is what was given to me, so tread I tried to do.
Was I cautious? I certainly feel like I was, since I decided to bike home by renting a BikeShare bike and pedaled, pedaled I did on mostly watery roads illuminated by the harsh glow of endless cars. It was a fun ride home, in different words.
The highlight of my week is attending all my classes - I'm finally doing science again. I'm picking up almost where I left off, oh, say, almost 12 years ago now, which would have been the last time I was in IB and taking science. And indeed, this was a time when I was blogging furiously and emotionally, and I'm getting back into that.
I don't want to be sucked into a scientific hell where I see the world through the lens of pure numbers and molecules, so I decided to check out A Farewell to Arms from the St. Michael's Library. I've read it in French before, and I thought it was a terrific story. You really get to feel the emotions of the characters that Hemingway writes about, and the imagery almost rivals Tolkien's. I can't wait to read it in its original form!
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I still feel lonely, even more so on campus. I don't look anyone in the eye anymore. I think it's too painful. My iron heart keeps beating, and my carbonated lungs process the toxicating smog that I regrettably inhale each day. For how much longer will the poison spread?
Was I cautious? I certainly feel like I was, since I decided to bike home by renting a BikeShare bike and pedaled, pedaled I did on mostly watery roads illuminated by the harsh glow of endless cars. It was a fun ride home, in different words.
The highlight of my week is attending all my classes - I'm finally doing science again. I'm picking up almost where I left off, oh, say, almost 12 years ago now, which would have been the last time I was in IB and taking science. And indeed, this was a time when I was blogging furiously and emotionally, and I'm getting back into that.
I don't want to be sucked into a scientific hell where I see the world through the lens of pure numbers and molecules, so I decided to check out A Farewell to Arms from the St. Michael's Library. I've read it in French before, and I thought it was a terrific story. You really get to feel the emotions of the characters that Hemingway writes about, and the imagery almost rivals Tolkien's. I can't wait to read it in its original form!
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I still feel lonely, even more so on campus. I don't look anyone in the eye anymore. I think it's too painful. My iron heart keeps beating, and my carbonated lungs process the toxicating smog that I regrettably inhale each day. For how much longer will the poison spread?
16/01/19
Mad Libs @ Stella's
There; without a plot, a human being is like a tiger lost in High Park. Predictably, taking a hike is something that doth not happen often - that is, unless you're into twisted paths that creep into dark voids.
Arguing for the sake of arguing is called rhetoric.
Canadiana is sold everywhere in this god-forsaken city. I would not be surprised if Vancouver had it worse, considering the considerable amount of trade routes.
Sunny days ahead, especially after February 5th.
Arguing for the sake of arguing is called rhetoric.
Canadiana is sold everywhere in this god-forsaken city. I would not be surprised if Vancouver had it worse, considering the considerable amount of trade routes.
Sunny days ahead, especially after February 5th.
14/01/19
The Robartic Triangle Conundrum cont.
Once again, if you whisper things to me; I am more than likely not going to reply to you and in fact, you are making me angrier. So maybe instead of acting like idiot psychologists, try and look up the word ETHICS and EMPATHY first. The amount of people who tell me to "smile" and simply the words "sorry" is unreal. It's happened to me so many times at this point that I am definitely not surprised; I am saddened.
Why am I saddened? Because so many people here should NOT be here. They smoke, they litter, they eat GARBAGE (so I don't blame them), but the fact that they're polluting Gaia is CLEARLY an issue. Who does this stuff? It's the tragedy of the commons.
Fellow U of T ex-smokers, you're cool. Ex-vapers, even more so. That shit is SCARY if you don't know what you're doing. Oil = mulefas from Lyra's realm.
And some random quotes I said today:
"What, like a $300/$500/$1000 dollar suit?" - Parodying Job from Arrested Development
"MOOOOOOVEU" - Non-sexual double-entendre: I invest in Micron, the semi-conductor company, and I also care about physicality. Kinda confusing, but bear with me. MoveU is a service provided to U of T students; but it's also an encouragement; honestly, it's something I don't know too much about but it has to do with animals such as cows.
"STOP SMOKING - ARE YOU GUYS HOMICIDAL OR WHAT"? Paraphrased
"Back to work!" Random thing I say to myself to keep persevering.
Perseverance: two ways to pronounce it - "purr-sever-anse" or "purr-sir-veer-ehnce".
™ = Hold Alt -> on the numpad, press 0153. That's if you want to trademark something, which apparently is some sort of rite of passage at this god-forsaken university.
I can't hold a fork; oh noes.
So much random inspiration; no one gives a shit about this blog except Blogger + Google, and some friends of old.
Why am I saddened? Because so many people here should NOT be here. They smoke, they litter, they eat GARBAGE (so I don't blame them), but the fact that they're polluting Gaia is CLEARLY an issue. Who does this stuff? It's the tragedy of the commons.
Fellow U of T ex-smokers, you're cool. Ex-vapers, even more so. That shit is SCARY if you don't know what you're doing. Oil = mulefas from Lyra's realm.
And some random quotes I said today:
"What, like a $300/$500/$1000 dollar suit?" - Parodying Job from Arrested Development
"MOOOOOOVEU" - Non-sexual double-entendre: I invest in Micron, the semi-conductor company, and I also care about physicality. Kinda confusing, but bear with me. MoveU is a service provided to U of T students; but it's also an encouragement; honestly, it's something I don't know too much about but it has to do with animals such as cows.
"STOP SMOKING - ARE YOU GUYS HOMICIDAL OR WHAT"? Paraphrased
"Back to work!" Random thing I say to myself to keep persevering.
Perseverance: two ways to pronounce it - "purr-sever-anse" or "purr-sir-veer-ehnce".
™ = Hold Alt -> on the numpad, press 0153. That's if you want to trademark something, which apparently is some sort of rite of passage at this god-forsaken university.
I can't hold a fork; oh noes.
So much random inspiration; no one gives a shit about this blog except Blogger + Google, and some friends of old.
13/01/19
Conflight
A man took my spot on a badminton court today.
When I tried to explain to him that I was taking a one minute break in-between games whilst my mixed partner warmed up, he told me to "lose your attitude". I looked at him quizzically, and decided that he was not worth my time.
I, as calmly as I could, rose up from the bench I was sitting and walked to my other spot, on the benches at a far court. Whilst gathering my bearings, he continued to yell at me.
I could have yelled at him. Had I been a more violent person by nature, I might even have punched him for being so rude, inconsiderate, and downright mean. Instead, I tried to play a game with better people. I won that game; but the fun was gone, so I left and did my best to amble back home.
The subways were down, and I walked through the crowds of brightened people hurrying to catch a shuttle bus South or North while I made my way into the Loblaws to purchase an assortment of products that I probably paid too much for and that I definitely did not need.
Thus ends my story about my productive day.
Oh, and I made cricket/mushroom/fish soup.
When I tried to explain to him that I was taking a one minute break in-between games whilst my mixed partner warmed up, he told me to "lose your attitude". I looked at him quizzically, and decided that he was not worth my time.
I, as calmly as I could, rose up from the bench I was sitting and walked to my other spot, on the benches at a far court. Whilst gathering my bearings, he continued to yell at me.
I could have yelled at him. Had I been a more violent person by nature, I might even have punched him for being so rude, inconsiderate, and downright mean. Instead, I tried to play a game with better people. I won that game; but the fun was gone, so I left and did my best to amble back home.
The subways were down, and I walked through the crowds of brightened people hurrying to catch a shuttle bus South or North while I made my way into the Loblaws to purchase an assortment of products that I probably paid too much for and that I definitely did not need.
Thus ends my story about my productive day.
Oh, and I made cricket/mushroom/fish soup.
12/01/19
+25 points to English Literature
"He was her servant for life." - Philip Pullman, as cited in "The Book of Dust".
Now to go check out something about rubies...
Now to go check out something about rubies...
10/01/19
Losing track of the track
I'm going to cancel the opportunity to write the tile that indicates that I am free writing. Why complicated things when you can simplify things... is what a politician and a mathematician would say.
The blank page; not the Front Page, as so cleverly enunciated by Rick Mercer.
What happened to the CBC, anyway? Anytime I tune into that show, it's always NEVER current. Probably because they make terrible financial decisions. And those decisions are the same they were making 10 years ago? I think not.
The reasoning behind all this is that by cutting media funding, the Harper government took away the tools from the workers, which prevented them from adequately defending themselves from the tools that are not so commonplace but far more dangerous.
Again, the reason I continue to write is because I've rationalized that it's far more efficient for me to write things on a screen (at least, creatively speaking - good luck using Blogger to do your Chem homework!).
Yours truly,
GH
The blank page; not the Front Page, as so cleverly enunciated by Rick Mercer.
What happened to the CBC, anyway? Anytime I tune into that show, it's always NEVER current. Probably because they make terrible financial decisions. And those decisions are the same they were making 10 years ago? I think not.
The reasoning behind all this is that by cutting media funding, the Harper government took away the tools from the workers, which prevented them from adequately defending themselves from the tools that are not so commonplace but far more dangerous.
Again, the reason I continue to write is because I've rationalized that it's far more efficient for me to write things on a screen (at least, creatively speaking - good luck using Blogger to do your Chem homework!).
Yours truly,
GH
Stella & Pikachu
Today, I headed down to Robarts Library and tried to print my course syllabus for Organic Chemistry. The first computer I tried would not open the pdf file, so I had to scoot over to the second one; they're all in rows, and while most of them are at sit-down desks, the one I used was a stand-up.
So I sent the syllabus to the printer, but when I got to the printer, there was a sign saying that my card was no longer valid and I would have to upgrade to a new U of T card to access the funds on it to print.
Anyway, long story short, I'll print my syllabus tomorrow.
I then headed to Stella's Place with my brand new Diablo scarf that I had ordered previously and received in the mail yesterday, and when I arrived... the studio activity for the week was finger-knitting a scarf. So I started to finger-knit a scarf, but I quickly realized what a futile effort it would be to create something I had no need of. So with help from one of the facilitators, I finger-knit a cozy-thing for my Nintendo Switch.
Speaking of which, I'm excited to eventually play this game:
So I sent the syllabus to the printer, but when I got to the printer, there was a sign saying that my card was no longer valid and I would have to upgrade to a new U of T card to access the funds on it to print.
Anyway, long story short, I'll print my syllabus tomorrow.
I then headed to Stella's Place with my brand new Diablo scarf that I had ordered previously and received in the mail yesterday, and when I arrived... the studio activity for the week was finger-knitting a scarf. So I started to finger-knit a scarf, but I quickly realized what a futile effort it would be to create something I had no need of. So with help from one of the facilitators, I finger-knit a cozy-thing for my Nintendo Switch.
Speaking of which, I'm excited to eventually play this game:
I'm not sure when I'll open it. I really should open it; I don't want to have too stressful of a semester.
It's getting really late and I have class tomorrow. I'm content with how easy it was to write all these words. Took me less than 10 minutes. Wow.
It feels good to feel alive again.
Typo checkup on 2024-03-16.
09/01/19
05/01/19
A laugh of despair
Gliding through the effervescent blinding light of the Dark Forest, I feel warm tears slowly dissolve into icicle trinkets that hang from my shocked eyes.
I saw Orion, the hunter today. He is as bright as ever. And I hate to use this word, because I despise it, because it is entirely true, that I am grateful that I can still see stars at night. I can even make out constellations. In the middle of a city.
In the middle, there was nothing but energies swirling around me. And I can't see. I can't see because the icicles melted away to be replaced by poisonous particles that exist because of the cancerous plague we've unleashed as a species.
So I laughed. I laughed a twisted cry of mercy, and the laugh was almost inhuman that I had no choice but to cry. So cry I did, for a fleeting moment, until the photons hurt me once more.
X-rays have nothing on the radiation... the radiation that perversely invades every soul caught in this City of Blinding Lights.
I saw Orion, the hunter today. He is as bright as ever. And I hate to use this word, because I despise it, because it is entirely true, that I am grateful that I can still see stars at night. I can even make out constellations. In the middle of a city.
In the middle, there was nothing but energies swirling around me. And I can't see. I can't see because the icicles melted away to be replaced by poisonous particles that exist because of the cancerous plague we've unleashed as a species.
So I laughed. I laughed a twisted cry of mercy, and the laugh was almost inhuman that I had no choice but to cry. So cry I did, for a fleeting moment, until the photons hurt me once more.
X-rays have nothing on the radiation... the radiation that perversely invades every soul caught in this City of Blinding Lights.
01/01/19
GBS & HW + Env't = Faith
George Bernard Shaw wrote: "Life is no brief candle for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations."
This mixes well with what Hayley Williams sings in Last Hope: "It's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going. And when it's dark out and no one's around it keeps glowing."
As an environmentalist, the worst part of it is that too many people still drive SUVs solo everywhere in this dead water city. My worry is that what kids will be breathing in 50 years will not just be smog, but something more akin to smog-haze-sludge because of human irresponsibility.
In other news, I'm taking a 1st year chemistry course this semester at the best university in Canada. Wow!
This mixes well with what Hayley Williams sings in Last Hope: "It's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going. And when it's dark out and no one's around it keeps glowing."
As an environmentalist, the worst part of it is that too many people still drive SUVs solo everywhere in this dead water city. My worry is that what kids will be breathing in 50 years will not just be smog, but something more akin to smog-haze-sludge because of human irresponsibility.
In other news, I'm taking a 1st year chemistry course this semester at the best university in Canada. Wow!
30/12/18
Getting more typical, nightly
Too many things appear as if out of thin air. They do not exist but in my mind, and maybe in yours now too. Until I write things down, the many-things-in-the-air are just there waiting to be flaired.
Yesterday, I met someone named R. at an internet café near my place. He's also a UofT student and he hails from Seoul, and he clarified with me that Seoul was indeed in the southern part of South Korea.
Naturally, our conversation drifted to Starcraft, and although we didn't discuss strategies, he did invite me back next week. Considering he works there, it makes sense that he would want my business, but separate from the business aspect, he also seems like a cool dude. He went to the same college at UofT that I went to previously, as well.
Prior to meeting R., I also met someone named J. at a bar. She was a waitress there, and she was easy to talk to. We talked about music and jukeboxes, and she was not aware that there was a song named after her by the Allman Brothers Band.
Now I'm off to go play Overwatch at a gaming café in koreatown! It's looking like it might be my new favourite (Blizzard) game!
Yesterday, I met someone named R. at an internet café near my place. He's also a UofT student and he hails from Seoul, and he clarified with me that Seoul was indeed in the southern part of South Korea.
Naturally, our conversation drifted to Starcraft, and although we didn't discuss strategies, he did invite me back next week. Considering he works there, it makes sense that he would want my business, but separate from the business aspect, he also seems like a cool dude. He went to the same college at UofT that I went to previously, as well.
Prior to meeting R., I also met someone named J. at a bar. She was a waitress there, and she was easy to talk to. We talked about music and jukeboxes, and she was not aware that there was a song named after her by the Allman Brothers Band.
Now I'm off to go play Overwatch at a gaming café in koreatown! It's looking like it might be my new favourite (Blizzard) game!
29/12/18
Wandering Minds
I find it a lot easier to write about random things that happen throughout my day rather than plotting out a detailed summary of the important things that happened.
I feel like a writer without a plot, and a plot is nothing more than a conspiracy, is it not?
Writing inspiration comes from events that make sense. Events that make no sense are just paradoxes.
The paradox of the matter is that it's cool to write things about the anti-establishment when writing about the corporation is far easier.
Losing myself in my verb tenses, I finish this blog post with a heartfelt hello to an old, old friend.
H-l-, but I think he probably prefers to be called E-a-.
I feel like a writer without a plot, and a plot is nothing more than a conspiracy, is it not?
Writing inspiration comes from events that make sense. Events that make no sense are just paradoxes.
The paradox of the matter is that it's cool to write things about the anti-establishment when writing about the corporation is far easier.
Losing myself in my verb tenses, I finish this blog post with a heartfelt hello to an old, old friend.
H-l-, but I think he probably prefers to be called E-a-.
26/12/18
Living in an ocean of confusion
It's ten o' three in the morning and all I can think about is Paramore again.
I know Lyra is coming back to visit me soon, if she isn't here already.
I feel all over the place and music is making things better
These are lyrics from Pool by Paramore. The way Hayley sings this part makes me sadhappy.
As if the first blood didn't thrill enough
I went further out to see what else was left of us
Never found the deep end of our little ocean
Drain the fantasy of you
Headfirst into shallow pools
-
Today is boxing day. I don't really feel like spending money. Really, the only thing I want is either music or Nintendo Switch accessories. Maybe I'll pick something up for that, but otherwise, I'm saving.
I'm excited for UofT to open up again. There's nothing to do!
I know Lyra is coming back to visit me soon, if she isn't here already.
I feel all over the place and music is making things better
These are lyrics from Pool by Paramore. The way Hayley sings this part makes me sadhappy.
As if the first blood didn't thrill enough
I went further out to see what else was left of us
Never found the deep end of our little ocean
Drain the fantasy of you
Headfirst into shallow pools
-
Today is boxing day. I don't really feel like spending money. Really, the only thing I want is either music or Nintendo Switch accessories. Maybe I'll pick something up for that, but otherwise, I'm saving.
I'm excited for UofT to open up again. There's nothing to do!
24/12/18
20/12/18
15/12/18
11/12/18
Sharing some not-so-valuable info
Today I walked to Lawrence Square.
Then I took a subway to Yorkdale.
I purchased a small A&W root beer full of HFCS (High Fructose Corn Syrup).
I purchased a small lavender & basil scented soap.
And then I walked home.
Great exercise!
Then I took a subway to Yorkdale.
I purchased a small A&W root beer full of HFCS (High Fructose Corn Syrup).
I purchased a small lavender & basil scented soap.
And then I walked home.
Great exercise!
10/12/18
Sharing some valuable info
"Using your abs to move heavy weight a few inches is just weird." - Mark Sisson
One of my favourite fitness authors writes about how doing crunches and stuff is pretty pointless. Figured that out years ago, but it's hard to go against the grain.
One of my favourite fitness authors writes about how doing crunches and stuff is pretty pointless. Figured that out years ago, but it's hard to go against the grain.
09/12/18
A party song I listened to today
If only girls bought us drinks instead, huh? How's that for a new norm?
07/12/18
Job loss
I feel it's appropriate for me to write a post about what happened.
I don't want to name them because bashing previous employers usually doesn't end well for the employee, but if you've been following my blog for the past few months you should know which company fired me. For me, it is the company that I will forever remember as the one that let me go the day I was supposed to become a permanent salaried employee.
It would be a lie to say that I'm not angry at them for firing me, especially considering that my direct supervisors never told me I was doing a bad job etc.
I bear no ill will towards the corporation, although I now certainly do have an additional reason not to love capitalism.
I will miss the friendly relationships I built with my coworkers on the client care team. I will not miss the interdepartmental tomfoolery, nor will I miss all the weed & paraphernalia. I (and my sister) will most definitely miss the staff parties.
So, do I go back to school? Or maybe I should try working in a completely different environment like a yoga studio, part time? The corporate life was fun, but I think I want something more down to earth.
I really don't want to be a french tutor, mais si ça paye les factures, peut-être devrais-je commencer ma petite entreprise franco. Je ne suis vraiment pas qualifié pour enseigner la grammaire. À vrai dire, je serais surpris si il n'y avais pas d'erreure de grammaire dans ce paragraphe. Non, c'est plûtot mon vocabulaire français que je peux facilement enseigner. Le. La. Pas compliqué pour moi, pas mal compliqué pour les anglos et les autres personnes qui parlent des langues sans gendre.
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I said I'd make an effort to add more multimedia to my blog, so here's a picture of Rudolph I half-assed coloured over the weekend:
I don't want to name them because bashing previous employers usually doesn't end well for the employee, but if you've been following my blog for the past few months you should know which company fired me. For me, it is the company that I will forever remember as the one that let me go the day I was supposed to become a permanent salaried employee.
It would be a lie to say that I'm not angry at them for firing me, especially considering that my direct supervisors never told me I was doing a bad job etc.
I bear no ill will towards the corporation, although I now certainly do have an additional reason not to love capitalism.
I will miss the friendly relationships I built with my coworkers on the client care team. I will not miss the interdepartmental tomfoolery, nor will I miss all the weed & paraphernalia. I (and my sister) will most definitely miss the staff parties.
So, do I go back to school? Or maybe I should try working in a completely different environment like a yoga studio, part time? The corporate life was fun, but I think I want something more down to earth.
I really don't want to be a french tutor, mais si ça paye les factures, peut-être devrais-je commencer ma petite entreprise franco. Je ne suis vraiment pas qualifié pour enseigner la grammaire. À vrai dire, je serais surpris si il n'y avais pas d'erreure de grammaire dans ce paragraphe. Non, c'est plûtot mon vocabulaire français que je peux facilement enseigner. Le. La. Pas compliqué pour moi, pas mal compliqué pour les anglos et les autres personnes qui parlent des langues sans gendre.
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I said I'd make an effort to add more multimedia to my blog, so here's a picture of Rudolph I half-assed coloured over the weekend:
28/11/18
Best quote I've read in a decade
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive" - Anais Nin
26/11/18
Darkness I crave; light I seek.
I feel like fading to dust.
My heart is still there, buried beneath layers of rusted armor.
Locked inside.
With a million different keys.
And only one I wish to set them all free.
24/11/18
You don't have to _____ if you don't want to
It took a long-ass time for me to enjoy Paramore's latest album. Over a year, in fact. It's growing on me.
23/11/18
14/11/18
Tuques and beanies
On my downtime at work I was browsing our merchandise shop when I came across what was clearly a tuque being labelled as a beanie.
I don't know if you know the history of the tuque (and I'm not about to lecture you), but it's pretty much a staple of Canadian culture. When it gets cold, people wear tuques. Now, you can argue about the spelling of the word toque, but in the end, we're all just looking to keep our noggin' warm.
Here is my tuque. I don't know why it's sideways, but it'll have to do.
So when someone calls a tuque a beanie, well, I boil on the inside. I decided to take a poll amongst my coworkers: I showed them the hat above, and asked them "How would you describe this hat?". All six of them unequivocally said it was a "tuque", with 2 people calling it a "winter hat" before clarifying. I'll take a picture of that poll for due diligence and post it below when I get the chance.
As you can tell, I'm pretty particular about my data. The poll was informal, but the results were real: don't call a tuque a beanie! It is frankly, insulting.
Thank you for listening to my rant. Have a good day.
Here is my tuque. I don't know why it's sideways, but it'll have to do.
As you can tell, I'm pretty particular about my data. The poll was informal, but the results were real: don't call a tuque a beanie! It is frankly, insulting.
Thank you for listening to my rant. Have a good day.
10/11/18
CBDiablo
I thought I saw some snowflakes falling today but it seems the sun chased them away.
I had a busy week. Lots of new releases came out, so a lot of people were eager to order. And boy did some people place big orders - 6 bottles of CBD here, 60 grams of Blue Dream there, no big deal. Except it was a big deal because many people had been waiting weeks to get their hands on out-of-stock product. And within 2 days, the CBD oil was gone again.
Anyway, just a glimpse of what my work life is like.
In other news, I got a Nintendo Switch - Diablo edition! Holy fizzlebangs it is SO awesome. I've never owned a console in my life (aside from gameboys) and it is the pinnacle of entertainment to be able to sit sprawled out on a futon and play incredibly fun games. If you're reading this and you have a Switch, hit me uppp!
I'm on the hunt for a concert to go to. I know it's not typically how that works, but I realized the other day I hadn't seen any music I liked live in a while. I should probably go to something different than Paramore for a change, but if they're in town... well, it's always a good time. Oh, and I did see Kardinal Offishall at a private event with Aurora the other day, that was neat.
That's it for now!
I had a busy week. Lots of new releases came out, so a lot of people were eager to order. And boy did some people place big orders - 6 bottles of CBD here, 60 grams of Blue Dream there, no big deal. Except it was a big deal because many people had been waiting weeks to get their hands on out-of-stock product. And within 2 days, the CBD oil was gone again.
Anyway, just a glimpse of what my work life is like.
In other news, I got a Nintendo Switch - Diablo edition! Holy fizzlebangs it is SO awesome. I've never owned a console in my life (aside from gameboys) and it is the pinnacle of entertainment to be able to sit sprawled out on a futon and play incredibly fun games. If you're reading this and you have a Switch, hit me uppp!
I'm on the hunt for a concert to go to. I know it's not typically how that works, but I realized the other day I hadn't seen any music I liked live in a while. I should probably go to something different than Paramore for a change, but if they're in town... well, it's always a good time. Oh, and I did see Kardinal Offishall at a private event with Aurora the other day, that was neat.
That's it for now!
05/11/18
29/10/18
Costume partay
Working at Aurora, I get access to a lot of cool events, usually things that Aurora has sponsored. One such event happened last week with the "Boombox" costume party at Bell TIFF Lightbox. I was given some VIP passes to go and I had a pretty good time. I wore a wig, so at least I had something to wear.
It was a large venue, with a few different themed rooms. On entering, you had to go through some haunted house-like creepy areas with scary sounds. But the main stage (with an open bar nearby) had a band playing some 80s tunes throughout the night. Servers were handing out bad appetizers, mostly mushroom based.
When I went upstairs, I found there was a VIP section only for Aurora employees, so I got some comfortable couches to sit on and sipped on a cider for the rest of the night.
It was a large venue, with a few different themed rooms. On entering, you had to go through some haunted house-like creepy areas with scary sounds. But the main stage (with an open bar nearby) had a band playing some 80s tunes throughout the night. Servers were handing out bad appetizers, mostly mushroom based.
When I went upstairs, I found there was a VIP section only for Aurora employees, so I got some comfortable couches to sit on and sipped on a cider for the rest of the night.
24/10/18
17/10/18
Happy Legalization Day!
I almost forgot to make a blog post today, but I wouldn't miss such a historic event!
So yeah, I work for Aurora now and it is EXCITING being part of the whole legalization process!
So yeah, I work for Aurora now and it is EXCITING being part of the whole legalization process!
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| I noticed the typo but did nothing to fix it because my shift was up |
28/09/18
Plus ça change, plus ça reste la même chose
I realized coming into this blog post that I wanted to write just like I have all the other times in the past; that is, mostly stream of consciousness and submit. And there's nothing really stopping me from continuing with that tradition, except that I said I would try to shake things up. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that each blog post is unique in and of itself. Why else would I have the "kaleidoughwheel of destiny" on the side to click on? Each blog post has to be able to stand on its own for me to even publish it.
What I can probably do is update the layout. I've never actually given it much thought: once in a while, I switch the theme up a bit to something that I think looks cool, and I kind of set it and forget it. I think I would have to take a look at what modern layouts are like from other personal blogs and update it to something that's on trend. Otherwise, I run the risk of ending up like what an oldschool 90s website looks like to us. I must say that old school internet, as I call it, has its charm, with its easily clickable HTML links and relatively straightforward navigation.
I would definitely say that I'm starting to fall behind current internet trends when compared to say, 12 years ago when trolling was still a delicate but worthwhile art form. Nowadays, I spend way too much time on Reddit and although I do find a lot of interesting things and have some good exchanges once in a while, I still feel like I'm filling my head up with too much junk.
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It's been a good week. I finally got my taxes done and out of the way, so until next year I guess. Work is still great. I'll keep the mystery of my employment until another blog post, since I see myself working here for a while.
What I can probably do is update the layout. I've never actually given it much thought: once in a while, I switch the theme up a bit to something that I think looks cool, and I kind of set it and forget it. I think I would have to take a look at what modern layouts are like from other personal blogs and update it to something that's on trend. Otherwise, I run the risk of ending up like what an oldschool 90s website looks like to us. I must say that old school internet, as I call it, has its charm, with its easily clickable HTML links and relatively straightforward navigation.
I would definitely say that I'm starting to fall behind current internet trends when compared to say, 12 years ago when trolling was still a delicate but worthwhile art form. Nowadays, I spend way too much time on Reddit and although I do find a lot of interesting things and have some good exchanges once in a while, I still feel like I'm filling my head up with too much junk.
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It's been a good week. I finally got my taxes done and out of the way, so until next year I guess. Work is still great. I'll keep the mystery of my employment until another blog post, since I see myself working here for a while.
18/09/18
Hiatus over
In all my years of blogging, this is the first time that I've spent a full year without publishing a post. Thankfully, on my archive list, you will still see 2007-2018 or whatever because I did blog in 2017, and here I am blogging for the first time in 2018. So it won't look like I skipped a year but if you follow this blog, you know that a year gap in blogging is a little excessive even for me.
I wish I could say I've done some deep introspection on how I want to move forward with this blog, maybe with a more focused approach to posts and maybe some redesign to get up to date to the late 2010s. And to be honest, this introspection is about as deep as what I've written so far, so honestly, it's not much introspection. I'm probably just going to keep blogging like I did before, albeit a little more frequently.
For today, I'm far too tired to add a picture or something colorful to the post, so I'm going to just keep writing. Who knows for how long - I actually do get tired at 10pm now that I get up early for work.
I'll probably end up talking about my job some other time. That's what takes up most of my time these days. At least during the week.
On Saturdays I like the farmer's market. Sometimes I get this lemonade, it's kind of pricey but you get 50 cents back if you return the cup they give you. I'm always thirsty on Saturday mornings and a hot coffee during the summer is just about the last thing I want to drink. So I'm okay with paying for overpriced lemonade instead of overpriced coffee.
I listen to a podcast called No Such Thing as a Fish on my commute down the university line in the mornings and it's a fun way to wake up my brain. Each week, they present four really random facts that they've uncovered and go into details with absurd and hilarious results. I do like my British humor, and I have to suppress laughter in crowded trains sometimes.
Till next time.
I wish I could say I've done some deep introspection on how I want to move forward with this blog, maybe with a more focused approach to posts and maybe some redesign to get up to date to the late 2010s. And to be honest, this introspection is about as deep as what I've written so far, so honestly, it's not much introspection. I'm probably just going to keep blogging like I did before, albeit a little more frequently.
For today, I'm far too tired to add a picture or something colorful to the post, so I'm going to just keep writing. Who knows for how long - I actually do get tired at 10pm now that I get up early for work.
I'll probably end up talking about my job some other time. That's what takes up most of my time these days. At least during the week.
On Saturdays I like the farmer's market. Sometimes I get this lemonade, it's kind of pricey but you get 50 cents back if you return the cup they give you. I'm always thirsty on Saturday mornings and a hot coffee during the summer is just about the last thing I want to drink. So I'm okay with paying for overpriced lemonade instead of overpriced coffee.
I listen to a podcast called No Such Thing as a Fish on my commute down the university line in the mornings and it's a fun way to wake up my brain. Each week, they present four really random facts that they've uncovered and go into details with absurd and hilarious results. I do like my British humor, and I have to suppress laughter in crowded trains sometimes.
Till next time.
16/09/17
14/09/17
La montagne du loup
Ça fait du bien d'écouter d'la music du Québec! Surtout quand tout ce que j'ai à faire c'est fermer mes yeux et choisir un CD au hasard.
Une chanson de la Bottine Souriante ça me mets tout le temps de bonne humeur. J'ai écouté un disque live pendant que je faisait à souper ce soir (salade de poulet et blé d'inde), et j'ai bien aimé chanter les quelques chansons à refrain.
Voici une de mes chansons quétaines préférée:
A+!
04/09/17
Not devoid
Devoid of creativity? Not really. Devoid of discipline? Possibly more so.
I find that writing is something that often comes naturally. Good writing is something that has to be thought out and revised, especially when you want to bring meaning out in your words.
I feel like I'm going in a bit of a spiral in my head right now. Not a scary spiral (or bad necessarily), just loose ends in my head here and there trying to convey something.
Each new sentence brings a new breath, fresher ideas, and a wilder imagination. Have I tried writing in 2nd person?
You find yourself wondering if form is more important than function. Is it possible that no matter what you write, when you write it, the medium is more important than the message? The form is the medium, the message is the function.
2nd person is tough because it's rarely used in traditional writing formats and thus rarely practised.
However, it's used a lot in one of my favourite types of entertainment: gaming. And almost exclusively so in the genre of interactive fiction, which include games like Zork (something I've never played, but apparently it's a classic from the 80s). I haven't played much interactive fiction, but RPGs are similar - taking decisions through dialogue and all that.
Continuing, since I am not devoid of things to say. Is it fair to say that a lot of writing I do is stream-of-consciousness? Does it show that I've been rereading Chicken Soup for the Writer's Soul? It's basically an anthology by various American authors writing about... writing. So writing about writing is on my mind a lot, and here we are. Yes, here I am, asking my kaleidoughscope some questions like a magic 8-ball.
That conveniently leads to magic. I must share that I would absolutely love to write fantasy/sci-fi. Not much magic in sci-fi mind you, but technology often substitutes for that element anyway. So yeah, writing that stuff is something that I often think about, but never actually do for various reasons that I will weakly put in point form below:
Where does magic fit into all this?
Go Ask Lyra.
I find that writing is something that often comes naturally. Good writing is something that has to be thought out and revised, especially when you want to bring meaning out in your words.
I feel like I'm going in a bit of a spiral in my head right now. Not a scary spiral (or bad necessarily), just loose ends in my head here and there trying to convey something.
Each new sentence brings a new breath, fresher ideas, and a wilder imagination. Have I tried writing in 2nd person?
You find yourself wondering if form is more important than function. Is it possible that no matter what you write, when you write it, the medium is more important than the message? The form is the medium, the message is the function.
2nd person is tough because it's rarely used in traditional writing formats and thus rarely practised.
However, it's used a lot in one of my favourite types of entertainment: gaming. And almost exclusively so in the genre of interactive fiction, which include games like Zork (something I've never played, but apparently it's a classic from the 80s). I haven't played much interactive fiction, but RPGs are similar - taking decisions through dialogue and all that.
Continuing, since I am not devoid of things to say. Is it fair to say that a lot of writing I do is stream-of-consciousness? Does it show that I've been rereading Chicken Soup for the Writer's Soul? It's basically an anthology by various American authors writing about... writing. So writing about writing is on my mind a lot, and here we are. Yes, here I am, asking my kaleidoughscope some questions like a magic 8-ball.
That conveniently leads to magic. I must share that I would absolutely love to write fantasy/sci-fi. Not much magic in sci-fi mind you, but technology often substitutes for that element anyway. So yeah, writing that stuff is something that I often think about, but never actually do for various reasons that I will weakly put in point form below:
- Creative fiction is something I haven't done since miniature assignments in English class... in high school (so 10 years ago?)
- I don't have a starting point (i.e. where do I start off an adventure?)
- Any imaginative idea feels like it would have been done already (e.g. elves? mages? faster than light travel?)
- I'm not trying to get published (self-publishing?)
- Dialogue and character descriptions are difficult to write (he grimaced; she scowled; they were laughing uproariously etc.) and not something I have experience doing
- Pronouns are awkward as hell nowadays. As a genderqueer french-speaker, I'm not sure how to deal with he/she/they anymore. I feel like clearly defined gender in writing is ubiquitous for a reason. It's an interesting issue for sure, especially for those feeling colonial oppression.
Where does magic fit into all this?
Go Ask Lyra.
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| Drum circle I was at this weekend. Wicked time. |
05/08/17
Catchy Soundtime
My poem from last week drained a lot of my creative energy, so I'm going to let someone else be majestic on my blog this time.
I was recently introduced to a band called The 1975 and I really liked their sound (pun forthcoming). This song is the one that I find the most catchy.
I get a kind of Phil Collins/Peter Gabriel vibe from some of their other work. Or maybe they're just English musicians.
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Celebrating a long weekend! I like the rain because I'm not camping/canoeing/cottaging like so many of my friends are.
I was recently introduced to a band called The 1975 and I really liked their sound (pun forthcoming). This song is the one that I find the most catchy.
I get a kind of Phil Collins/Peter Gabriel vibe from some of their other work. Or maybe they're just English musicians.
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Celebrating a long weekend! I like the rain because I'm not camping/canoeing/cottaging like so many of my friends are.
02/08/17
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