Who Gives a F*** About an Oxford Comma?

It's like Anne says,

2011-04-18T11:48:00.000-07:00

If you've ever read or watched Anne of Green Gables, you can understand the weight of friendship. Finding a kindred spirit isn't something that happens ever day, and the older you get, the more difficult it seems to become.

I miss the days of elementary school, when sitting next to someone is really all it takes to strike up a friendship.

For me, an added challenge is my, shall we say, transient nature. I've recently re-located for the umpteenth time, and while I hope with all hopes that this city sticks (or rather, I stick to this city), it's hard not to look back and the friendships left behind along the way. This is not to say that I've abandoned all amigos with every move. No, the magic of social media makes that VERY difficult to accomplish...not that I've tried...*ahem* Still, there's something so valuable about being able to spend physical time with someone (not *that* kind of physical). It creates lasting bonds that Facebook and texting just can't match.

So, to my dearest friends, thank you. And if you really are my bosom friend, you'll know exactly what I mean.

Discovering the Lazy Overachiever in Me

2010-10-12T16:04:00.000-07:00

So I have now been working for 1 full, torturous, exhausting, and irritating year. I am about ready to bring on the retirement but that is a very far far off dream. One thing I noticed about myself is that as much as I would like to rejoice in the fact that I can just do my job and come home and then proceed to vegetate on the couch, I can't! I always need something to strive for, something to work at, something to achieve. For example, I am presenting my 2 year old Master's Thesis paper at a conference on Friday. I am scared shitless because I am not sure I know how to do it anymore. I am imagining some old crusty scholar asking me "soooo you finished this research 2 years ago. Where has this work progressed to now?" To which I would be forced to respond, "I took all that wonderful research and history knowledge and got a job as an engineering secretary." To which I am sure I would receive a very disturbed look of confusion and then a polite nod.

So why am I doing this? I suppose it lies in the fact that I can never stop. I need more knowledge, more publications, more street cred., and more importantly, more progress. More MORE MOREEEEE! Sorry I got carried away.

I wish I could come home and sit on the couch, watch TV, each cheetos, and sigh in relief that I am done another day. I am caught between the thrill of being lazy and the passion to achieve. God sometimes being a millennial is just the worst. Oh well at least we are super technologically savvy.

Feeling Hot...is Hot

2010-07-06T18:43:00.000-07:00

It is insanely hot in Southwestern Ontario today and I have noticed many people commenting on the "feels like" temperature the weather reports always give you. I could not agree more that it does not make any bloody difference if they tell us its 31 if it "feels like" 41. For God's sake lets call a duck a duck here. If it feels like its 41 then its 41, people are melting and I am hot, cranky, irritable, and raging.
So my suggestion is that they do away with the actual temperature, as it is not providing us with any reasonable indication of anything, and simply tell us its 41 degrees and let us complain about that. We do not need 2 sweltering temperatures to contemplate as we get into our burning hot vehicles and yell at our spiteful air conditioning that we are convinced is trying to mess with us. We just need the 1 temperature. The REAL one.

Karate Kid?....No. Just No

2010-05-17T20:16:00.000-07:00

I recently got wind that there will be a new Karate Kid movie coming out this summer. Now this in itself was not that bad, albeit not that good either. However, when I realized that Will Smith's 12 year old, 2 foot tall, corn rowed son was the new Daniel Sun I actually exclaimed "ohh come on!" loudly at the TV.

Jackie Chan....I don't hate you. You may stay.

Bears? Bears!

2010-02-13T05:30:00.000-08:00

Being from "up north," I've seen my share of animals in the wild. Black bears are quite common, and though they're to be treated with respect (read: don't try to feed them or pet them), they're probably the least threatening to humans. My favourite approach is to make yourself as big and loud as possible. Generally, the bear will turn and mosey away. I like to imagine them thinking "What freaks. These guys are so not worth it." Of course, if you're in your car and you encounter a black bear, I recommend skipping these steps and remaining safely inside. Obviously.

As the old adage says: black fight back, brown lie down. I've never seen a grizzly bear. I don't imagine I want to.

Speaking of bears...
This news story is ridiculous on so many levels.

Because we're historians, after all.

2010-02-03T19:08:00.000-08:00

How do you say "quickie" in French? by Tony Perrottet

In Combat: LIFE's Great War Photos

Simply Egg-stravagant

2010-01-30T10:51:00.000-08:00

I really enjoy a specific breakfast spot but do not enjoy their ridiculously overpriced meals that I am sure actually cost a tenth of what I get charged. ***cough----Cora's---cough**
So in the interest of saving my broke, student loan paying, under wage paid self I decided to reverse engineer one of my favorites of the bank breaking breakfast nook. See what happens when you work in the Engineering Dept.

I have been making this item repeatedly for about a month and think I have figured it out.
**WARNING: this item is not suggested for those with high cholesterol, those trying to watch their waist line, or those that do not seriously love a whole lot of egg action**

Erica's Poorman's Egg-stravaganza:

3 - Eggs
2- Slices of bread (white, whole wheat, raisin...whatever you like...shake it up)
1- Slice of Swiss Cheese (may I suggest Emmental...its got more kick)
2-Slices of Black Forest Ham
a dash- of Cinnamon

Cooking it:
1. Beat 2 eggs in a bowl; add the cinnamon to the eggs
2. dip the bread in the eggs
3. ok we are making french toast here so you get it...butter the pan to all hell and start to make french toast.
4. When the french toast is nearly cooked fry up the remaining egg (I would suggest breaking the yolk so that its pretty flattened and all mixed together) **but not scrambled**
5. Place fried egg, ham slices, and swiss cheese on top of french toast slice and top it with the other piece of french toast.
6. Now, in the spirit of grill cheese, let the cheese melt and the french toast crisp up on each side.

Now enjoy your heart attack inducing indulgence.....LOVE IT!

E.T Phone Home

2010-01-30T10:22:00.000-08:00

As I thoroughly enjoy bringing realism and doom and gloom to an otherwise chipper and upbeat blog, courtesy of the hopeful, happy, and wonderfully optimistic Krista, I present my thoughts on the universe and us.

So lately I have been really into shows about the universe. Astrophysics is really as nerdy as I have always thought it was but it is incredibly interesting to think about life and existence on such a grand scale. I think I find it so interesting because it not only points out how incredibly insignificant we are as a planet but also how insignificant our teeny tiny milky way is to the greater picture. For example, one show demonstrated our size and significance by comparing the universe to a beach. It stated that the universe is made up of so many galaxies that if you considered each galaxy as a grain of sand then the number of galaxies in the universe would be about as many grains of sand on every beach on the planet earth. That is pretty insane. Just think about how many grains of sand is in just one handful off of one beach. That is a whole lot of galaxies.

Now this may all sound really depressing and cynical but if you realize how little our planet matters then you really don't feel as if you have to accomplish much. I mean I used to feel like I was not living up to my potential as an educated human being but considering how minuscule we are anyways...who cares. Therefore, all we need to do is have fun, enjoy life, enjoy each other, and not worry about being important to anyone but those that surround us. Although, thinking about this can also leave you with a smile on your faces as you are overcome with a sense of awe as you wonder how this massive expanse of the universe all came to be. Pretty cool....pretty cool.

My god I bet Stephen Hawkins is pretty depressed having dedicated his life to this topic.

Ok sorry next time I will write about cooking or something more cheerful...lol.

Screw Nestle, make your own Quik!

2010-01-25T09:36:00.000-08:00

As I might have mentioned before, I stand vehemently on the opposition side of the water privatization issue. I equate the purchasing of bottled water with peeing in a public place; if it's an emergency, then do what you've gotta do. Otherwise, just wait until there's a tap (or toilet) available. (*Note: This site does not condone public urination.)

Still, I know that Erica and I do not want this blog to become overly preachy and annoying. So, I'll limit myself on the water debate...for now. (almost)

The point is, I boycott the company Nestle. I primarily avoid them because of their hideous human rights violations in their efforts to control the earth's water supply. However, there are quite a number of products under their corporate umbrella (many of which are opposed by a number of groups for various reasons) and this includes the squeezably convenient Nestle Quik chocolate syrup. Unfortunately, there is not a lot of competition for this product, so my options are limited. The solution? Homemade chocolate sauce.

Recipe: Homemade chocolate sauce

I don't actually tend to "follow" recipes per se, but lucky for you, it couldn't be any simpler.

3-4 cups water
2 cups sugar
2 tablespoons vanilla extract
2 cups cocoa powder
pinch of salt

I actually used vanilla sugar (sugar infused with vanilla beans/seeds) and omitted the extract. Either would work.

1. Mix the cocoa powder and water over medium heat.
2. When cocoa dissolved, mix in sugar. Stir to dissolve.
3. Add vanilla and salt.
4. Bring to boil for 1-3 minutes
5. Reduce heat and simmer for 5-10 minutes to make sure everything is dissolved and the flavours have developed.
6. Allow to cool completely, then store in a glass jar in the fridge.

Will keep for a couple of months. Use a couple of tablespoons for chocolate milk or drizzle liberally over ice cream!

On food

2010-01-17T10:40:00.000-08:00

"One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. "
-Virginia Woolf

This morning I jazzed up my coffee (Bialetti Moka Express!)with a shot of Baileys Irish Cream (I'm pretty sure it should be Bailey's Irish Cream, but I default to the website title. I'll overlook your apostrophe confusion THIS time, Mr. Bailey!) and shaved French dark chocolate. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

What a way to start a Sunday.

Wanted: Change.

2010-01-15T20:14:00.000-08:00

I try to avoid talking politics. There are a few specific topics on which I have profoundly intense opinions. Unfortunately, I'm not exactly "aces" at debating and I tend to struggle with separating my emotions from the subjects I feel strongly about. I especially don't want to risk creating tension within any friendships because of a political divide. Thus, I steer clear of being pulled into conversations of the political persuasion.

That said, there's one topic for which I express my interest with complete transparency. For those of you who know me, you know that it's the environment. I'll be the first to admit, however, that I'm no David Suzuki. There are literally hundreds of ways I could become more green. Still, I do my best to uphold the commitments I can. I turn down the heat, turn off the light, compost, recycle, upcycle, and bicycle. I don't buy bottled water or products from known clear cutters. As much as I can afford it, I shop locally, sustainably, and organically.

Unfortunately, this is not enough. The fact is, while we can all work to do our part on an individual level, we need the support from our government. More importantly, the earth needs the action from our government. As it stands, Canada is taking more steps backward than forward in the struggle with climate change. In Copenhagen last month, Canada was presented with no less than SEVEN "fossil awards" for blocking progress at the UN summit. How shameful! I am appalled by the inaction of the Conservative government. Harper needs to stop tilling the oil sands and start leading Canada towards a clean future. I believe that there's still time for change, but the clock is running out.

A personal hero of mine, Maude Barlow of the Council of Canadians, captured this sentiment quite nicely.
Click here to read Maude Barlow's editorial in last week's Globe and Mail.

Also check out
ecoSanity, a personal favourite green site

Don't you hate it when....

2010-01-14T10:47:00.000-08:00

1. People single file through a door way that has two doors while leaving the remaining door closed.

They will wait for 5 minutes to get through a door when they could easily shave minutes off their doorway entry time by simply opening the other door. This is when I enter the picture, open the other door, and free those lowly souls patiently waiting in line to get in.

2. People speak a different language in front of you and look at you during the conversation.

First of all ...its rude. Second, every person left awkwardly laughing along or nodding and trying to mask a look of complete confusion thinks you are talking about them.

3. You get a call that is the wrong number and the person proceeds to interrogate you.

These interrogations usually include the person asking ME to repeat the number, asking me how long I have had the phone number, just getting angry, or best of all asking me " are you sure you are not Janine she gave me this number?"

4. The check out person at the grocery store makes snide comments or inquires about your purchases.

You know what....just scan my groceries, make uneventful small talk, take my method of payment and move along. I do not need your input on the type of cheese I am buying, my selection of lettuce, or your concern for the way my reusable bag smells.

5. People make abstract and very unspecific requests and then proceed to get agitated when you ask "what??"

For example, get me that thing out of the thing in that room. I don't live inside your head nor am I a practicing psychic, so please be a little more articulate then that.

I said it.

2010-01-11T17:42:00.000-08:00

Air Force One is an awesome movie. Next time you watch it, try and count how many shots are of Harrison Ford's head peeking around corners or through holes in the ceiling or the floor. I'll give you a hint: it's a LOT. Most of the movie, actually.

Get off my plane!

Don't Call Me......

2010-01-07T10:32:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I get how people mistake me as the secretary. I sit at a desk outside my boss' office that faces the main door of the office suite, I do all her filing, scheduling, and expense reports and the like and I answer the phones.

However, contrary to most of my tasks and my desk placement I AM NOT THE SECRETARY. I have been called the "secretary" 3 times today and I fear that one more utterance of the word could drive me over the edge. Not that there is anything wrong with being a secretary, its just that this is not what I spent 9 years in University and 6 figures in student loans trying to accomplish. Yes I am being a snob but I am just being honest and venting, AND I am part of the generation that thinks we deserve far more out of life than we probably do.

I suppose the only way to solve this problem is to request a fancy name plate that reads "Research & Administrative Assistant." Oh who am I kidding, thats a fancy name for secretary. Well C'est La Vie.

Christmas in the kitchen.

2010-01-05T08:56:00.000-08:00

When I go home for Christmas, there are only two things I want to do: ski and cook. Fortunately, the weather this year provided me with plenty of snow on the trails and time in the kitchen. As my time spent x-country was uneventful (though thoroughly enjoyable), I'll spare you the details and focus instead on a couple of unexpected masterpieces and catastrophes that made their way out of my parent's kitchen.

With Erica's inspiration, and my father as my sous-chef, I attempted Gordon Ramsay's Beef Wellington. It was an adequate first attempt. Apparently neither my father nor myself have a great attention to culinary detail. He neglected to follow Gordo's very specific instruction to be careful NOT to over chop the mushrooms in the food processor, lest they become a "slurry." And slurry, they were.

My own mistake was equally unfortunate as I had taken out a box of phyllo instead of puff pastry to thaw throughout the day. I realized this in the eleventh hour and was forced to microwave a rock solid, frozen package of puff pastry. Needless to say, this was not ideal.

The dish itself did come together eventually but the mushy mushrooms and sub-par pastry did not bake perfectly and left more moisture (almost sogginess) than I would have liked. However, by the time we pulled it out of the oven, it was almost eleven pm. My hunger overtook my critical eye and we ate the dish as it was; soggy and slightly under cooked. I feel that if it was edible despite all these shortcomings, then my second attempt is sure to impress.

You may be wondering what I did with my mistakenly thawed phyllo. Well, being of the waste-not-want-not school, I incorporated all of it (yes, the entire package) into the following evening's meal. Specifically, I made a few dozen phyllo cups- some savory, some sweet. I baked into the savory cups goat cheese souffles, which I served as appetizers. The sweet cups were served as dessert with dark chocolate mousse inside.

These phyllo nightmares (though delicious, they were horribly time consuming. And let's face it, phyllo doesn't add much in the way of flavour), bookended an otherwise delicious meal. We made a duck confit served over greens, pears, blackberries and Gorgonzola. This was followed by a chermoula carrot soup and then a handmade butternut squash, prosciutto ravioli. Turns out, I'm not such a fan of butternut squash. Who knew?

Overall, I returned to Ottawa content with the time I'd spent cooking. Though really, I never get enough of my parent's ample counter space, stocked pantry, and plethora of kitchen equipment. *Sigh* One day, standing Kitchen Aid mixer. One day.

Fiiiinally.

2009-12-26T20:22:00.001-08:00

WELCOME BACK ERICA! I feel rejuvenated and shall join you in a glorious return to blogging, shortly.

BREAKING NEWS: Hiatus Comes to a Close

2009-12-22T10:07:00.000-08:00

Hello Bloggie Followers,

I have been MIA for a while but this was due to the fact that I had 1 too many blogspot accounts and the one that allowed me to contribute to this blog was all jacked up......you know what, I do not feel like going into it cause I am in a mood today.

So anywho I am back and feel confident that KMont did not disappoint in my absense, as her posts are generally more clever and contain fun pictures (I am so adding a fun picture now to one up her Christmas Grinch style.)

So basically whats going on with me is that I am now working (pretty much full time) and have never hated the morning more in my life. (PS. this blog is going to be very pissy as that is the mood that strikes me today) However, having money is pretty sweet, so I can deal I suppose.

Today it is not work that I am thinking about however its Christmas. With Christmas only a few days away it seems that everyone is getting more insane by the minute but isn't that was the holidays are all about.

This year I decided to attempt to have an "easy and relaxing" Christmas that did not involve the usual mayhem of travel logistics that have come with previous years. However, I have discovered that "easy and relaxing" can never accuratly be uttered in the same sentence as Christmas. There are hard feelings, guilt, impositions, eye-rolling, lots of sighing, and flabberghasted responses when I tell people that its just going to be my boyfriend and I having dinner.

I guess you can't really complain about people wanting to see you however, because it would be far more depressing to have no one care if you were here or there than have many people upset because you are not with them on Christmas day.

Regardless I still think Christmas is insanity wrapped up in pretty paper with little snowmen on it.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight.

....more to come from the cynical brain of me. Stay Tuned!

The busiest!

2009-12-09T18:44:00.000-08:00

But not too busy for a good pun. NEVER too busy for a good pun.

The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference.
He acquired his size from too much pi.

Apostrophe

2009-11-11T18:39:00.000-08:00

I know it's sometimes difficult, but these rules are important. Know the rules of grammar and punctuation. Live them. Love them.

Learn one here:
APOSTROPHE

Words to live by:

2009-11-01T17:29:00.000-08:00

"Be excellent to each other." Bill S. Preston, Esquire
and
"Party on dudes!" Ted Theodore Logan

Any guesses what I did tonight?

Porter Airline? More like Porter AirLAME.

2009-10-29T13:14:00.000-07:00

AirCanada flights have always had their ups and downs (get it?!?) but lately I've been hearing that the airline has really had it's work cut out for it with the much smaller (but reportedly better) Porter Airline moving in. I took a chance with Porter this week for a short business trip to Toronto. Verdict: adequate. When it comes down to it, the experience was so ordinary, I don't even feel the need to elaborate. I've booked my Christmas flights through Porter, so I'll give them another chance to live up to their hype. Honestly though, if those flights don't go above and beyond (get it? I am on FIRE!) I'll revert back to my usual plan of purchasing flights on a lowest fare basis.

Decisions, decisions...

2009-10-18T14:48:00.000-07:00

It's that time of year again, Nanowrimo time. Well, almost. It's, at the very least, almost time to decide if it's something worth participating in. For those of you who haven't heard, Nanowrimo is a 50,000 word, 30 day writing challenge for the month of November (National Novel Writing Month). 50,000 words is a difficult feat, particularly for novice writers such as myself. Still, having a deadline and a concrete goal is sometimes a great motivating factor to finally sit down and get some writing done.

I attempted Nanowrimo (website here http://www.nanowrimo.org/)last year and did not fare very well at all. I seriously underestimated the amount of writing necessary and was just really unprepared and unable to balance the writing with school, work, and various other commitments. Working full time, I have a more static life schedule this year but I also have more extra-curricular activities. I ALSO have a concrete concept for a manuscript and am in need of some structure and motivation to sit down and crank this story out. So you see, friends, there are a number of pros, and a number of cons. What to do?

At the moment I'm leaning towards a 'yes' because it's a great way to distract from what a bitch of a month November otherwise is. But that is another story, for another day. I'll keep you posted on my decision because, obviously, I'll need eyes for editing afterward! That's right, I'm looking at you.

Recipe for Disaster

2009-10-15T08:51:00.000-07:00

This weekend I prepared the most delicious Thanksgiving feast. I got up early to bake fresh artisan bread and then roast a 7kg turkey. It sizzled with thyme butter and was basted with a maple-balsamic peppercorn glaze. I also roasted several bulbs of garlic for a very special batch of roasted garlic mashed potatoes with cream.

Unfortunately, I didn't get to taste any of these items, nor did my roommates or guests. With only a short hour and a half left before my beautiful turkey was set to come out of the oven, disaster struck. After noticing a slightly smokey smell in the air about ten minutes after a baste, I took a peek in the oven to see what wasn't right. I was greeted with a small row of flames along the bottom piece of tinfoil. Not such a big deal, but as I pulled that out and tossed it into the sink, another row popped up and these were much bigger. It was only seconds before everything in the oven had caught up and the flames began to rise out of the oven and upwards.

Fortunately, everything was contained with the help of our kitchen fire extinguisher. However, it was at the expense of my beautiful dinner (seriously, Martha Stewart you guys)which had been completely ruined by the smelly extinguishing powder. My gracious guests were quick to step up and picked up the hosting duties with some delicious roasted chickens, so all was not lost.

The next day was complete clean up since everything in the kitchen and dining room had been covered with a film of powder and soot. So, that was fun.

While I do have the excuse of an old oven and too many hours spent on a high temperature, the fire was certainly preventable. My advice to others: Clean that jerk as often as possible. Even the smallest amount of baked on crumbs are enough to ignite should some grease happen to drip over the element.

My advice to myself: Buy a self cleaning oven.

Christmas countdown!

2009-10-08T12:31:00.000-07:00

Okay, I know it's early but if you're like me and try to give gifts with a personal touch, you have to get a head start lest you find yourself overwhelmed by a dozen half-finished DIYs with only a week before the big day. In the past I've been known to do a bit of holiday baking, some knitting, sewing, painting, and a number of other projects that display of my inherent lack of artistic ability (but always get an A for effort!)

I have a few new tricks up my sleeve for this year's holiday and, at the risk of ruining a few surprises, have found the best website ever to help me out.
www.radicalcrossstitch.com A friend of mine has the 'Fuck Patriarchy' sampler, a definite must for everyone's Christmas mantle. It'll look great next to the stockings hung by the chimney with care.

Google Shame

2009-10-06T09:31:00.000-07:00

Admit it, you Google yourself. It's okay though, we all do it. I like to do it whenever I know something new will appear. Sometimes boring things come up like the names of old schools but sometimes more fun (fun to me at least!) results like conference presentations or works of writing appear. Unfortunately, as many of us have discovered, the internet does not always allow us to discriminate about what issues are and are not revealed. Ideally only the good news and proud accomplishments would be made available to the public, however, there are the occasions that an indiscretion pops up and there is little to be done to stop it. The good news is that if you're willing to do some reconnaissance and be persistent, the unwanted Googles may sometimes be erased. Such was the case of my Google shame.

Now that it's gone, I can provide a bit of context. You see, back in highschool I was naive and less discriminating about where I displayed my creative writing. Apparently I didn't feel that a school issue of student works was sufficient. I thought the internet was the perfect solution. It was online that I posted a poem about cross country skiing (deep, I know), a hobby which I love now as I did then. I did fall out of love with the poem, however, and it drifted from my mind with a handful of other less-than-fond high chool memories. Much to my great distress, a personal Google search revealed this atrocious prose on the Lulu site that had acquired poetry.com, where I had originally published said work. The worst part? I had no idea what password/address/secret code/ridiculous identifier I had used so many years ago.

Well, my friends, it is with GREAT relief that I can now tell you that after no less than 11 emails to Lulu support and three months of waiting, the poem has been removed, and with it goes my Google shame.

The moral of this story is two fold: First, if you find yourself in a sticky situation, sometimes pestering the hell out of the administration will actually achieve results; Second, be careful what you post on the internet. It may reappear a decade later to remind you of your unfortunate 'poet' phase.

I'd probably eat the marshmallow...

2009-09-27T19:48:00.000-07:00

The Book of Negroes/ Someone Knows My Name

2009-09-25T13:40:00.000-07:00

I have about a twenty minute bus ride to and from work. With this time, and the time spent waiting at the bus stop, I do quite a bit of reading. I picked up the habit while living in Toronto. Prior to that, I was content to listen to music and daydream. My commute to downtown, with buses and the subway, allowed for a tonne of book time. Now, I feel completely distracted and impatient on public transportation without some fiction to carry me to any other place.

My most recent bus book was The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill. It's an amazing story and I highly recommend it. However, I'm not sure it was the wisest selection for myself considering where I chose to read it. My emotions tend to run high as I can completely lose myself in a story. Ordinarily this would not be a problem but with The Book of Negroes, I was moved to tears more often than I can count. I noticed on more than one occasion that fellow bus riders were peering curiously at me as I sniffled and choked my way from stop to stop. This is not to say that it's an altogether sad and depressing book- quite the opposite actually. While there are many heart-wrenching chapters, the heroine of the story, Aminata Diallo, also has her share of triumphs that left me feeling proud each time I closed the pages and exited the bus. Trust me, I'm an escapist who turns to fiction to lift her mood. If a story makes me cry and I still recommend it, you can believe it's worth the read.

In the USA it's published as Someone Knows My Name by Lawrence Hill.

Check it out here.

I am Canadian.

2009-09-12T10:48:00.000-07:00

It's been sweeping the nation, but in case you've missed it, this one's for you b'y!

Review: Stuff White People Like

2009-09-09T09:23:00.000-07:00

I've been flipping through Stuff White People Like by Christian Lander. My verdict: Entertaining, enjoyable, and at least mildly offensive. I love how it's so simply broken down into a basic list of 'stuff' that is accompanied by brief, humorous descriptions. This format is especially appropriate as it allows me to consume a few items, then close the book and walk away when the text becomes too irritating (and it almost always does). Despite the agitated state with which I always depart the reading, I find that I can never stay removed completely as I repeatedly return for another helping or two. Still, sometimes I can't help but wonder if the book isn't as tongue-in-cheek as readers may choose to believe.

According to a survey at the end of the list, I am extremely white. I suppose I must be because almost everything in the book sounds appealing. I love dinner parties, reusable grocery bags, grammar, Indie music, and breakfast. God, I really love breakfast... Do these things make me lame? Ordinary? Predictable? I'm not really sure, but I certainly felt like that's what the text was implying. Still, it's a humorous read and I'd recommend it to anyone who isn't as sensitive (and dare I say indignant?) as myself.

Check out his blog for a literary amuse-bouche or two.
http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/

It had to be.

2009-09-02T14:07:00.001-07:00

Dear Friend,

I know I promised I wouldn't cut my own hair any more, but...

Love,
Krista

Fabulous Treasures

2009-08-26T14:26:00.000-07:00

I discovered an entirely awesome site the other day: www.bookmooch.com. Basically, if you've got some books you're finished reading (or ones you'd like to toss) and know of a few others you'd like to take a crack at, this site is for you. The idea is that you collect points for mailing your old books to people who want them, then use your points to have others send books to you. I've joined and mailed out two books so far. Unfortunately, mailing around can get expensive. Thus, you have to consider a few questions before you commit: 1) what would happen to your books if you weren't sending them to willing readers? 2) how do you feel about being a part of an international book-reading community? 3) is it important that the books you read are purchased new? 4)is it worth the time/effort/money?

I'm a big supporter of libraries. That said, I f*cking love actually 'owning' the books I read (mostly). I'm perfectly content to have piles of novels lining the walls of my apartment. Still, the personal collection grows to ridiculous proportions and every few months I'm forced to donate a pile to family, friends, the Sally Ann, etc. Well, not that I don't love those jerks, but I'm also somewhat of a selfish person. If I can secure this type of trade (my books for yours), then why not? Worst case scenario and I don't receive any books in return, I'm still sending out books I'm done reading to people who want them. And that's not too bad at all.

Argh!

2009-08-22T08:59:00.000-07:00

What do vegetarian zombies say?
Graiiiiins!

What do vampire zombies say?
Veiiiiiinss!

Zombies.
http://www.cbc.ca/technology/story/2009/08/18/zombie-attack-infection-model-research.html

Let's wrestle this city to the ground.

2009-08-22T08:19:00.000-07:00

Last night I hosted a tapas themed get-together. Well, it originally started with tapas but my already lax definition continued to expand to accommodate any yummy ideas that sprang to mind. Some of the highlights were blue cheese stuffed cherry and grape tomatoes, pulled pork curry, rosemary and black olive focaccia, roasted garlic, and coriander cream. There weren't many leftovers so I consider the evening a success.

While Friday was a superb kick-start to the weekend, the real highlight for me lies at the 2009 Ottawa Folk Festival. Back in my undergrad days in Fredericton, New Brunswick, I was introduced to Joel Plaskett. Though I saw him as an opener for Sam Roberts, it was Joel who really made the ticket worthwhile. Since then I've seen him as often as possible in a number of cities throughout the Maritimes and Ontario. A few of his best (in my opinion) have even made their way onto my 'top fifty favourites of all time.' Enjoy!

If your week has been anything like mine,

2009-08-18T19:38:00.000-07:00

then you'll probably appreciate this!

Write on, friends.

2009-08-15T19:31:00.000-07:00

Kurt Vonnegut

Eight rules for writing fiction:

1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.

2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.

3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.

4. Every sentence must do one of two things -- reveal character or advance the action.

5. Start as close to the end as possible.

6. Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them -- in order that the reader may see what they are made of.

7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.

8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

-- Vonnegut, Kurt Vonnegut, Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction (New York: G.P. Putnam's Sons 1999), 9-10.
(As found at http://www.troubling.info/vonnegut.html)

It killed the cat.

2009-08-15T05:07:00.000-07:00

I'm a big fan of people watching. I'd like to say that it's because I'm curious, but I'm sure most people would just call it nosey. It's probably why I enjoyed being a lifeguard; getting paid to sit and observe as people disappear into their own little, wet worlds, oblivious to those on the towers being paid to keep them safe. Not that I'm trying to glorify the profession (job?) either, I mostly just scooped out band-aids and had small children throw up on me. Still, it's kind of a free pass for eavesdropping and casual observation.

Yesterday on the bus I did some people listening. One woman talked about how sad she is that her local department store no longer carries LA Gear shoes. Apparently, she used to buy herself a pair at the start of every summer. She liked her footwear as white and clean as possible, you see.

Another woman talked about the importance of lawn chairs in the summer. At $6.99 per chair she couldn't understand why they weren't available at her local pool, which instead required patrons to bring their own seats. Recently she witnessed people forced to take turns sitting in a broken chair (how preposterous!) due to the lack of provided seating.

I'm not sure why I enjoy indulging in my curiosity. I do know, however, that it does not have to be in vain. I often turn it into a creative writing exercise: I'll select an individual and create a backstory. Sometimes I'll write it down, giving them a name and an explanation for why they are where they are, doing what they're doing. Other times it'll remain in my mind with snippets about their personality and purpose. Confession: Almost everyone I encounter becomes a potential character. I don't know if that's creepy or creative, but I do know that it's all the makings of good fiction.

Directions

2009-08-12T15:03:00.000-07:00

One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. "Which road do I take?" she asked. "Where do you want to go?" was his response. "I don't know," Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
-- Lewis Carroll

Something smells, and this time it's not me.

2009-08-01T10:55:00.000-07:00

I live on the top floor of a four-floor walk up. It's a narrow hallway up with poor ventilation, no air conditioning, and windows that don't open. If you decide to leave such items as recycling, sports equipment, or garbage, the odours can quickly accumulate. This is currently the case.

Now, I'm generally someone who avoids conflict whenever possible. I do, however, feel that it's important to take a stand when necessary. At the moment, I feel this is such an occasion. A couple of days of garbage smells would normally not be anything to turn your nose up (pun fully intended), but the summer heat has rapidly accelerated the rate of decomposition causing truly repugnant olfactory offense. The perpetrators are the third floor tenants and so I am required to pass up and down their trash pile several times a day. Though I try to hold my breath, it ultimately results in me dry heaving for at least a couple of minutes. These tenants are also new to the building so perhaps they are not aware of the etiquette as of yet. In any case, my roommates and I have come to the decision that something needs to be done. This something, is a note.

Unfortunately, I was out voted. My roommates have opted for the traditional "please take out your garbage -thanks" style where I would prefer something much more...amusing. Below is the note I drafted.

Dear Third Floor,

I hope this letter reaches you before it is too late.

As you may already be aware, the situation in this apartment building has become dire. Toxic garbage fumes have been seeping into our air supply for the past several days. The severity of these fumes has increased exponentially with the recent rise in temperature.

Some of us have choked and gagged while others still have developed strange powers. We have yet too realize the extent of these powers. We have yet to decide if we shall use them for good or for evil; for justice or for vengeance.

Should you choose to act, it would be best to remove the toxic garbage from the building before sides are chosen. Perhaps it will reverse the effects. Perhaps there is still time for us all.

Take heed of this warning. God speed, third floor.

I would ALWAYS prefer a letter like this. How about you?

"All the fun is in how you say a thing." Robert Frost

2009-07-21T08:33:00.000-07:00

In case you didn't realize, this year is the twentieth anniversary of the fall of the Berlin wall. A few years ago I watched a great movie telling of the story called 'Good Bye Lenin!' http://www.sonyclassics.com/goodbye/flash.html It's a movie must-watch, in my opinion. It's quite humorous and presents the conflict between the East and the West from a unique perspective.

Speaking of unique perspectives, I found a great tool for teasing out ideas when writing fiction. The site is called Language is a Virus http://www.languageisavirus.com/ and the more I play around on it, the more of a useful resource I find it to be. As we may have mentioned, both Erica and I have aspirations to write and publish fiction. Personally, I've been picking away at a manuscript for a while. Without boring you with the details, it's a historical fiction that I'm gearing towards young adults. Although I'm good with the 'historical' part (since I'm basing much of it on my MA thesis), I still get stuck on the fiction. Mainly, I find that I second guess the believability of what I write. I want it to be compelling and exciting but I also want readers to be able to buy into the story; to be able to escape into the fiction and fantasy of it. I suppose it's about striking a balance. What I really need to do is start scheduling some designated writing time. I'm not kidding myself into thinking that this will be a short process, but I am hoping get some big chunks of it finished within the next few months. More on that later.

In 100 Mile Challenge news, I wrapped up the challenge this weekend and consider that it was a great success. I think it was a good idea to pick 80% though, I'm not sure I'm tough enough to go the whole 100%. I'm going to keep it up as much as I can. It's so easy to head to the farmer's market although I might allow myself to purchase the non-local vegetables now. It's still supporting the local economy though, right? I'll also continue baking bread and muffins regularly. My freezer is full but it's just so much easier to do it that way than to purchase it from the grocery store. This is especially the case considering the amount of sodium and sugar (were you aware?) that are added to commercially baked products. Same for pizza dough- 100 mile pizza with local pork sausage, tomatoes, peppers and mushrooms was my favourite meal by far! Overall though, it was an important personal challenge and certainly worth the struggle. Apparently it's also becoming quite trendy! http://www.cbc.ca/canada/toronto/story/2009/07/14/f-grocery-stores-independent-buy-local-meat-produce.html

Comfortably Numb

2009-07-11T19:38:00.000-07:00

I just watched the movie Knowing. I've been wanting to see this movie for a while given my A) deep, undying love for Nicholas Cage, and B) affinity for apocalypse movies. I'm not sure why I enjoy these movies so much because they always result in me A) freaking out, B) spending excessive time fact checking the plausibility of the claims made in the movie in question, and C) needing to spend significant time undoing the anxiety by distracting myself with various soothing activities. Tonight, after only limited fact checking (apparently the last significant solar flare was 20 January 2005), I've decided to spend some time online watching the things that make me happy. Ordinarily that involves the Nerdfighting Vlogbrothers (http://www.youtube.com/user/vlogbrothers#play/uploads/3/7pR1f_DSoDg). Occasionally it involves a bit of classic Eddie Izzard (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAOLOGGftTY). As of tonight, it includes the lovely Julie Nunes, who has become my favourite youtube musician and cover artist.

Here's a super cover.

And an original.

Challenges are challenging...

2009-07-07T16:18:00.000-07:00

It's day three of the challenge and things are going well so far, particularly because of the wiggle room I've given myself. I've adjusted slightly the direction of the 100 miles. Being way up north (my igloo has hi-speed!) and given my transportation restriction, means that there's not much in the way of farming north and west of here. So, I've allowed the border to extend east and south just a bit to incorporate more farmland.

I've also thrown in the "snack rule." Clearly, I can't go all day without some munchies, and while I love fresh peas and baby carrots, I have them all the time anyways. The real loss comes from the goodies I have as treats like granola, chips, desserts, etc. Therefore the "snack rule" allows for treats to bring in lunches or have in the evening but the condition is that they have to be made entirely from scratch and with at least 80% local ingredients. For example, tonight I'm baking muffins with local applesauce, butter, and eggs, but the flour is just standard non-bleached. Make sense?

Last night's meal was vegetable soup and bruschetta, and tonight is bison pot pie. I'm using my Nono's secret recipe except with bison instead of beef. Needless to say, I'm pretty excited.

100 Mile Challenge

2009-07-05T06:31:00.000-07:00

Recently I watched the 100 mile challenge show (found here http://100mile.foodtv.ca/ Watch! It's great!) and I found it interesting, inspiring, and definitely something I'd like to try. Basically the idea is to eat locally, within a 100 mile radius of where you live. There are a number of different ideals to go along with this challenge; avoiding processed foods, supporting local economy, cutting down on the carbon emissions from food transportation, etc. Really, the list could go on and on. Personally, I'm interested taking the challenge for two reasons: A) to adopt back-to-basics, cooking from scratch methods, and B) to truly take advantage of the local, seasonal produce that's available. Ultimately, the timing is right. It's summer and the markets are full of local farmers. Plus almost everything I need is in walking/riding distance.

So, as of today, I'm officially taking the 100 mile challenge. I've decided to go about 80%. I'll do 100% local vegetables, eggs, and dairy, and TRY for local meats as much as possible. I'd love to be able to go all the way but I am constrained by work hours and my bicycle-only transportation methods. I'm also only going for two weeks. I feel that two weeks is an attainable goal. Any longer than that is a bit overwhelming. Of course, I'll be open to extending the challenge, based on how well it goes.

I've also given myself the exception of using up the existing perishable, non-local food in my fridge. That means a morning in the kitchen for me! Banana bread with yogurt icing is on the list and I have yet to decide how to use up the other random ingredients. As for my first 100 mile meal, I'll be heading to the market this afternoon and I'm hoping to make stuffed peppers and roasted potatoes.

Wish me luck!

It's love/hate.

2009-06-25T14:21:00.000-07:00

Bridgehead Coffee
http://www.bridgehead.ca/

I love that it's local. I love that it's fair trade. I do have one complaint though- if you accidentally order in a "Starbucks size" like say, "tall," for example, they make an issue out of it. Usually it's something like "Sorry what size was that? I just don't understand those Starbucks sizes. I don't really get them." Declared in a super condescending way.

I'm not exaggerating either when I tell you this exact phrase has been said to me on FOUR separate occasions. Actually, when I brought an out-of-town friend there last time, I provided her with the caveat. Then, I happened to be flustered and forgetful as I dropped my keys while ordering and accidentally asked for a "grande." As if on cue, the barista repeated the above phrase. My friend later, after a "wow. you weren't kidding." suggested that perhaps they're trained to do so. I hate that it happens though because seriously, I'm here supporting your local business, don't make me feel like an asshole for making a mistake. If you're really so 'unfamiliar' with those Starbucks terms, maybe you should wander into one. There's at least THREE between here and the next Bridgehead. NOT to mention, I did my time as a barista at a local chain (What up Seattle Coffee House in Thunder Bay!) and guess what! We used "tall" and "grande" too. So there goes your pretentious street cred Bridgehead. Maybe you need to refine your arrogantly minimal coffee lexicon and focus on not fucking up my latte.

I actually set out to write this post in praise of a coffeehouse that I've started to frequent but it seems to have mutated into a complaint of customer service and general etiquette. I guess that really does prove the effectiveness of forcing yourself to articulate your thoughts; sometimes they may lead you someplace unexpected.

Eddie Izzard, Watch Out!

2009-06-24T16:06:00.000-07:00

I made up a joke today. It's awesome, if I do say so myself.

A lady went to the grocery store after making the decision to cook healthier food for her family. Still new at the healthy eating game, she wasn't always sure which products would be best to replace her standard fare. She decided to bring her buggy to the checkout and ask the young lad at the till. She held up canned fruit and a fresh orange and he replied "the orange of course!" Then she held up two loaves of bread. "The whole wheat, no question!" he said. Finally she picked up a stick of butter and a tub of Becel. After thinking for a second the employee pointed to the container and stated "That one, but only margarine-ally."

Am I a comedic genius? I'd venture to say yes! Bahahah!

aaahhhhkkk-werd!

2009-06-17T13:55:00.000-07:00

Today I noticed that a girl at work and I are on the same pee schedule. After three run-ins in the washroom, I told her so. I didn't think it was that weird of something to point out. She, apparently, disagreed. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: (enter washroom and notice co worker washing hands)
"Hey! We're on the same pee schedule!"
Co-worker: (with confusion and discomfort)
"yeah..."
Then she left. Now, maybe I'm just way too easily amused but if someone had pointed that out to me I would have reacted more "hey really? That's so hilarious! Well, enjoy your pee! See you here in bit!" But that's just me.

Big Soup Sunday

2009-06-13T06:31:00.000-07:00

An old roommate, and very dear friend, made a cameo appearance in my life this week. It was lovely getting to spend a few precious moments catching up- with only mild revertigo! My favourite part of the visit however, was bringing over our Fredericton-based tradition to introduce to some new friends here in O-Town. That tradition (pause for dramatic effect) is Big Soup Sunday.

It started a few years ago when I noticed a ginormous, family sized -no, make that ARMY sized- can of Campbell's soup rolling around in the back seat of my friend's car. The few of us riding along were both confused, curious, and mildly disgusted about the what and why of this soup. Turns out, it was just a big can of soup, given to him by another friend. The fun part of this story is the epic tradition that emerged following that first Sunday when a few of us got together to eat a big can of soup.

Loving any excuse for dinner parties, Big Soup Sunday quickly became a regular occurrence during my undergrad days. For me it was about more than just getting to cook with and for my very best friends. It allowed for the stretching of culinary muscles, since we NEVER make the same soup twice. It was also about relaxing. Big Soup Sundays were afternoons without homework or studying. They were about chopping, talking, stirring, laughing, dipping, slurping, and loving. And GIANT pots.

A couple of us were static as head chefs. The sous chefs varied, depending on what jobs there were to be done. The guest list was always the same: everyone welcome, just bring a couple of dollars or an ingredient. Some of the masterpieces that emerged ranged from simple and traditional like clam chowder, or minestrone, to a few outside-the-box creations like red lentil and spicy sausage, or Asian carrot.

I go back for visits during the summer and at Christmas and Big Soup is always incorporated. Although Big Soup here will never be the same as it was, it's nice that a couple of us were able to introduce the tradition to a few others. As I write this though, I'm torn because it makes me sad to think about the possibility of people making Big Soup without me. I want to share the love, but Big Soup Sunday is also about being just a LITTLE big selfish. Everyone wants that last ladle full.

So, the O-Town version of Big Soup Sunday featured corn chowder, spicy Asian vegetable, and won-ton. I made the mistake of buying frozen, pre-made wontons (SHAME ON ME!) and they tasted like a barn smells. It was disgusting. Stupid barn soup! The others, however, were a hit. My favourite was the corn chowder. We added two shredded zucchinis, red pepper, and bacon to enhance the colour and add variety of texture and flavour to an othewise ordinary soup. Also, with only a splash of cream at the end, I love how we were able to achieve a creamy texture so naturally without the added fat. Mmmm...I wish Big Soup Sunday could be every day.

Internshit

2009-06-06T18:44:00.000-07:00

So I applied for an internship with this slightly sketch bag publishing house just cause I need some experience badly. You see you cannot get a job in this industry without first suffering your way through an internship. So I got an interview, which I thought went very well and thought my chances were pretty good. Then I received an e-mail letting me know that they had chosen another person who had more experience and had done several other internships previously. Now I am not sure if this is just me being crazy but is an internship not designed to allow noobs (please excuse my gaming terminology) to get some experience and then get a real job?
So if this person has done 3 or 4 internships previously shouldn't they maybe have enough know how at this point to get a real job that pays more than $10 an hour? I thought so.

So to the internship junkie that can't get enough of doing mediocre work for even more mediocre pay I say....get a life, get a real job, and please give someone else a chance.

To the jackasses that labeled this employment opportunity an "internship", lets just call it what it is shall we.....a really shitty paying job that involves a lot of work for someone that refuses to move on to bigger and better things.

In conclusion, I guess I will need to get an internship to get an internship to get an intership....you just can't win.

Would you like a bag with that?

2009-05-30T06:35:00.000-07:00

Although I no longer live in TO, I was beyond thrilled to hear the news about the goal for 70% waste reduction of plastic bags by 2012. I also don't want to be a spokesperson for Indigo/Chapters as I will remain an adamant supporter of our locally owned neighbourhood bookstores, but I feel compelled to mention that Indigo has made a commitment to use the newly instated $0.05 bag fee for the Indigo Environmental Fund. The fund serves to further forest conservation through the support of a number of not-for-profit environmental organizations that promote sustainable forest management and effective use of forest resources. Although it's just a drop in the bucket, I was happy to see that they'd started the fund with a $10,000 donation to the Canadian Boreal Initiative. So, well played Indigo. Well played indeed.

In barbecue news, I attended one last night. While it was deliciously traditional with burgers, potato salad, ketchup chips, and the unique addition of chorizo (which I'd previously only ever had in paella), I did something personally un-traditional and something for which I'm deeply ashamed... I purchased dessert.... Ugh, this might be a ridiculous regret for y'all to be reading about but if there's one thing I love, it's cooking for others. Picking up some two-bite brownies and mini frozen cheesecake things (which were delicious, by the way) is fine if you can't cook but I just never feel right about buying something that I'm perfectly capable of making. I guess I the other factor is that I was meeting some new people and I don't think store-bought brownies are the impression that accurately sums me up. Still they were all very fun and friendly. I even received the French-Canadian two cheek kiss in greeting and in parting! I'm thinking I'll do some culinary penance this weekend and bake a few loaves of bread. That'll prove I can rise to the occasion. Get it? Rise? Like bread dough?

Oxford poetry professor resigns over scandal:

2009-05-28T17:07:00.000-07:00

Check out this crazy news!

Oxford poetry professor resigns over scandal: On Monday, Ruth Padel resigned from her recently elected position of Professorship of Poetry at the University of Oxford after she admitted to publicizing charges that her rival for the position, Derek Walcott, had sexually harassed a former student in the early 1980s. Padel acknowledged that she sent e-mails to 2 journalists pointing them to a book which carries allegations made against Walcott, who was recently hired as the University of Alberta's first distinguished scholar in residence. Walcott withdrew from the Oxford competition because the allegations resurfaced. Oxford will now hold another election for the position.

Oxford professor of poetry Ruth Padel resigns after smear allegations
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/may/25/ruth-padel-resigns-oxford-poetry-professor

moosic for cows, mewsic for cats, muzak for elevators

2009-05-18T18:42:00.000-07:00

I promise I'm not trying to turn this into a music blog. That said, here's another post about music. It's more my internal (and eternal) struggle with concert ticket purchases than an actual post. Feel free to stop reading here.

So, here's my conundrum: The Ottawa Bluesfest performer listings is up. There are quite a few bands I'd love to see, but even more that I'd only -like- to see. What's a concert really worth? And, how much should an individual pay for the live concert experience? Is that as important as the music itself? It's really a tough one for me. I enjoy live bands enough that they don't have to be my absolute favourite for me to purchase a ticket. Still, if it's two weeks of musical decisions, maybe I should be a bit more selective about my ticket purchases for the sake of my wallet. I need someone to tell me how to prioritize. Who should make my 'must see' list?

Some contenders are:

Jackson Browne
Blue Rodeo
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
The National
Xavier Rudd
The Stills
Iron & Wine
The Zombies
The Yardbirds
Okkervil River
Ani DiFranco
Black Mountain

Aaaaand, at the risk of y'all thinking I'm lame, my favourite show of last year's Bluesfest just happened to be the best show of my LIFE; James Taylor. What if by skipping some of my favourites, I miss out on what could also make the list of 'best ever shows'? Hmmmmm? Exactly. Conundrum.

Also, since we're on the subject, here's a must-check-out:
The Sunday Sinners
http://www.myspace.com/thesundaysinners

I recommend the song 'What Goes On'. The lead singer has a fabulous voice. Girl crush!

Are you out of your Vulcan mind?

2009-05-18T11:19:00.000-07:00

At the suggestion of a friend, I decided to write using as many semi-colons as possible while still maintaining grammatical correctness. Feel free to let me know how I've done.

After a week spent out of town for work, I was anxious to come home and spend a bit of time in the kitchen; making some jars of vanilla infused sugar with real vanilla beans, of course; making some granola to take to work; it burned just a little- just enough to be toast-ily delicious I hope; and my favourite, bruschetta, heavy on the garlic.

Some friends and I made the most of May Two-Four (early though it came this year) and I've been in the recovery process ever since; my post-party remedies have been thoroughly embraced; a big breakfast of pancakes and eggs; plenty of water; a fresh air fueled evening stroll; and several hours spent on the couch watching movies.

Actually, this has become a weekend of movies; yay; Star Trek was the theater choice; I'd give it two thumbs up; then came Happy-Go-Lucky; adorable and I just love British film; then W.; a film I wouldn't waste time watching again; and finally, Miracle at St.Anna; I'm not generally one for war movies, though I do have a weakness for historical fiction; this one was watchable but I won't be adding it to my wish list.

Man, I love punctuation; specifically, semi-colons.

Highway Driving and Peeving

2009-05-13T10:31:00.000-07:00

Okay so yesterday I was driving on the 401 from Windsor to Toronto for about three hours on my way back to the T-Hole. Now really when you are driving there is not much to do but sing at the top of your lungs to your favorite song while passing drivers stare (which I totally do with no shame), but too my suprise people were doing very interesting things to alleviate the boredom of driving. So nice of them to entertain themselves at the possible expense of the rest of the driver's cars, insurance rates, and lives. Not only did this amuse me, but the shape of some peoples' cars that are driving on the highway were more than a little questionable.

Here is a list of things that entertained me and made me laugh, while at the same time scaring me into passing these drivers as fast and as wide into the shoulder as possible:

1. A woman with a windshield that looked like it had been beaten with a Lousiville Slugger just driving along like nothing happened. LADY THATS MADE OUT OF GLASS AND ITS BARELY HANGING ON....AND YOU ARE DOING 140KM ON THE 407....COMMMME ON.

2. A man just enjoying himself driving 70km/hr smoking a cigar....with all the windows rolled up.

3. An old man reading the paper. Like dude could you maybe focus on...DRIVING

4. A young person that was swerving all over the road that was, upon further investigation, text messaging.

5. A woman in a giant SUV swerving all over because she apparently felt the need to clean out her car while driving....she was full on like digging under the seat and not looking at oncoming traffic at all.

6. Last but most entertainingly. The dude driving with his foot out the window.....I don't even know what to say about this.

*** honorable mention goes to the man I saw over my Christmas travels on the 401 who had a tampon hanging out the window. It appears that the string was caught on the window as it was rolled up. How does this happen? Who knows but I was laughing in hysterics for about 20 minutes at this unsuspecting nerdlinger in his Ford Fiesta.

Mark My Words

2009-05-09T06:11:00.000-07:00

This week I saw into my future. I met with the office copyeditor to discuss my first editing assignment of the summer. It. Was. Awesome. I am happy to report that editing ability is up to par, for someone with limited experience, that is. I was also anointed a "word nerd," a term I PROUDLY accept. It's highly reassuring to know that there does exist a career path with individuals of our experience, education, and passion. I'm looking forward to diving into more copyediting over the next few months. I'll be sure to keep y'all posted if the novelty wears off.

*****

In other news, last night I attended a concert that I was very much looking forward to. It was highly disappointing. The first opener? Awesome. The second act? Awesome. The headliners? Ummmmm....Uhhhhhh..... I DIDN'T EVEN SEE THEM.

Okay, maybe I'm over reacting, I can admit that it's a possibility. Here's what happened: It was a late show and although the first two acts were enjoyable, the set up times in between acts was just too lengthy. The venue itself was appropriately dingy, hot, and crowded. The crowd was a satisfying mix of twenty somethings; hippies, hipsters, randoms, etc. There were pockets of douchebags, which is tolerable. There was no one who looked like they belonged at a dance club, which is a relief. (I must avoid that tangent for now. I promise, it will arise again in the future at which time it will be properly addressed.) The problem started during the wait for the lead act (King Khan and the Shrines). We waited for about a half hour of set up before we heard some of the musicians take the stage and begin to don their instruments. Of course, those sounds generally indicate the final minutes of musical count down so the crowd began to accumulate in front of the stage. It was dense, but that's to be expected. The last King Khan show I attended erupted into a mosh pit; not the best situation for someone of my vertically challenged stature. Still, I expected to enjoy a few tunes and then step aside when the crowd became too rowdy. Unfortunately the tunes never came. I'm not sure what the deal was but the backup musicians stood awkwardly on stage, randomly strumming, honking, tapping their instruments for another half hour. At this point the crowd was super restless; some jerks were chanting, others were clapping, but mostly there was just pushing, elbowing, kneeing, and sweating. That was enough for me. You know what King Khan? I may like your music, but your stage etiquette BLOWS. It's an insult to be made to wait without explanation while your band has indicated that the show should begin. DISAPPOINTED.

Fortunately, the night ended on a high note: poutine! There's really no situation that poutine cannot improve.

So the early bird may get the worm...but we know what to do with it

2009-04-30T20:21:00.001-07:00

Read em and weep morning people!

Thanks Leslie this made me feel so much better ; )

Want to get ahead? Sleep in

MARINA JIMÉNEZ and KATE HAMMER

From Friday's Globe and Mail

April 23, 2009 at 10:55 PM EDT

Smug early birds take note: Night owls actually have more mental stamina than those who awaken at the crack of dawn, according to new research.

“It's the late risers who have the advantage, and can outperform the early birds,” said Philippe Peigneux, a professor of clinical neuropsychology at the Free University of Brussels in Belgium, who along with co-author Christina Schmidt published the counterintuitive findings in the latest issue of the journal Science.

Using magnetic resonance imaging, the pair conducted an experiment that measured alertness and ability to concentrate in 30 subjects who were naturally “extreme” early or late risers. The early risers got up between 5 a.m. and 6 a.m., and the late risers at noon.

Maintaining their natural schedules, the volunteers spent two consecutive nights in sleep labs. After 10 hours of being awake, the early birds showed reduced activity in brain areas linked to attention span, compared with the night owls. The early risers also felt sleepier and tended to perform tasks more slowly, compared with the night owls, when their level of alertness was measured.

“The results suggest that night owls generally outlast early birds in the length of time they can be awake without becoming mentally fatigued,” the study concluded.

Dan Reynish, host and producer of radio show Saskatchewan Weekend, rises most days at 3:30 a.m. The Regina radio personality never uses the snooze button on his alarm clock and enjoys getting his day started ahead of his co-workers.

But he admits that his energy dwindles some afternoons.

“There are definitely times where I find if I'm not doing something or I'm sitting down. … I find myself slowing down a bit,” he said.

Thierry Busset, pastry chef at CinCin, an upscale Italian restaurant in Vancouver, wakes up most days around noon. He said he always feels well rested and enjoys working late into the night when the restaurant is empty and his mind is clear.

“I'm lucky because I need very little sleep, and I wake up ready to go,” he said.

Yet there are no “late-riser” special discounts or idioms such as “the night owl catches the worm.” That's because of societal pressures, says Prof. Peigneux, co-author of the study. Those who hit their stride at midnight are often required to then get up early for work or school. They may appear to be lazy or unmotivated – but are really just sleep-deprived.

“If you allow them to live on their preferred schedule, then they can outperform the morning types,” he said.

The study measured the part of the brain that is home to the circadian master clock that operates according to a day-night cycle. Sleep pressure dampens the circadian signal, and activity in this area decreases the longer the person is awake. The night owls were more resistant to sleep pressure.

Genetics dictate whether someone is a morning person, Prof. Peigneux said, adding that most people are “neutral.” But 15 per cent of the population is an “extreme” early morning or late riser; and another 15 per cent are “moderately evening or morning types.”

Working at Home

2009-04-30T14:31:00.001-07:00

Well since my comrade has offered her input about her first week of really working I figured I should discuss my endeavors. They are not nearly as accomplished as hers but none the less amusing.

So I have been doing some contract work from home, which I LOVE cause I can work in my pajamas. However, I have a problem with staying up until 3 am and then getting up at like 10am or 11am. Now I am getting as much sleep, if not less, than the reg working Joe but I am taking more flack for this. What is so wrong with staying up until 3 am and then getting up at 10 or 11. Why do people give me that look if I ever mention it. Its not like I get up eat cereal out of a punch bowl in clothes I have been wearing for 4 days and then turn on Springer.... I get up, eat a well balanced breakfast, and get right to work. Ok there may be a short Warcraft intermissions in there but that's just good sense...you get a coffee break don't you?

So basically I am more pleading my case then discussing my endeavors. In conclusion I get up at 11 so stop hating on me. : )

lunch hour blog

2009-04-29T09:40:00.000-07:00

This week's review: Grown Up Jobs

As I've mentioned, I started a new job this week. It's essentially the first position I've held that's required professional dress, conduct, hours, etc. While it's only day three, I felt it time for an evaluation. Granted, my sentiments most likely will change over the next few weeks/months and so a re-review just might be in order!
As I'm always a bad news first kind of gal *Side note: I actually eat my crust first so I can enjoy the rest of the bread pretending that it's deliciously crust free by nature* I'll start with the cons:
1. Getting up early. I'm so not a morning person.
2. Going to bed early. It's to facilitate con #1.
3. Fluorescent lighting.
4. No flip flops. Oh Birks! What will I do all summer without you!?

The pros:
1. The people are super nice.
2. The work is interesting and I feel like I'm contributing to something important.
3. Paycheque.
4. Free coffee. This one should really be at the top.
5. Business trips!

I'll take this as a running list. I'm sure each will grow considerably. For the meantime though, at least the pros outweigh the cons.

Don't run my heart around.

2009-04-24T08:26:00.000-07:00

This morning I received an email from my most recent alma mater with some info on upcoming publishing conferences in Toronto. Apparently the Editor's Association of Canada is also hosting an open meeting at the end of April during which the deets of the various conference will be discussed. What caught my eye was a line that said the meeting would feature John Green. I quickly sat up and excitedly examined the email closer. It seems in my early morning confusion I forgot that John Green is quite a common name. After a moment of PROFOUND disappointment, I accepted that it would not, in fact, be an appearance by John Green, YA author and Nerdfighter co-founder. My heart skipped a beat at the chance of seeing a personal hero- one who seems determined never to come to Canada. Alas, this particular EAC meeting will feature an editor named John Green who happens to be an EAC committee chair. I'm sure he's a perfectly lovely fellow, but he's simply not the John Green I was hoping to see. I suppose I'll have to settle for the equally exciting news that Paper Towns is becoming a movie, and by the same people who did Juno no less! Horray!

Despite this early morning tragedy, my day is looking up. I'm going to see Black Mountain tonight. They're heavier than I tend to listen to. Still, I've decided I quite dig a few of their songs, particularly the ones that strongly feature the vocals of female member Amber Webber. Check out my current favourite tune, Don't Run Our Hearts Around.

Review Wednesdays!

2009-04-22T05:36:00.000-07:00

Admit it, Wednesdays are lame. Equally lame is calling it "hump day." Let's all stop doing that please. Instead, let's use Wednesdays to share some reviews- music, movies, books, whatevs. We'll see what happens!

Today, as I enjoy a bowl of delicious honey nut Cheerios, I'm going to share my thoughts on my newest paperback obsession: The Mortal Instruments.

It's been about a year since I dove headfirst into the young adult fantasy world of Twilight. I'm not ashamed to admit it, I loved every page of that story. And the next one. And the next one. And the next one. It drove me to explore other vampire works such as those by Anne Rice (Vampire Lestat, so hot!). Having exhausted my vampire reading, at least for the time being, I found myself looking for a new series. Being a sucker for young adult fiction, and more recently fantasy, I picked up the first title in The Mortal Instruments Series, City of Bones. Let me tell you folks, I'm hooked.

Author Cassandra Clare certainly did her homework with this one. While the story is unique, there are many elements borrowed from the fantasy genre. As I've mentioned, I've dabbled a bit in fantasy literature but in addition I've seen my share of fantasy movies, played some WOW, and consider myself a general acquaintance with the genre in all mediums. At the risk of revealing myself as a total nerd, I'm pretty sure if someone invited me to LARP, I'd join in a heartbeat. (Side note: See movie Role Models, it sure made LARPing cool and hilarious to me!) In reading the book, I enjoyed recognizing the references to the fantasy standards such as runes, vampires, warewolves, warlocks, and various others. It made me feel connected to the story, as if I had already read a prequel, or a companion work.

The story itself is quite enjoyable. I love me a good female heroine and Clary Fray did not disappoint. Her journey into self discovery is one that made me both excited and envious. Come on, at some point we've all wished we were switched at birth, possessing of magical powers, or born into a world of adventure, meant for something great. In this way, it was nice to live vicariously through Clary as she learned the truths of her mythical heritage. For that matter, the characters are all captivating, as are their adventures that make up the greater quest in search of the Mortal Cup.

I won't ruin the ending but suffice it to say, I didn't wait a day before buying book 2. City of Bones left me desperate for more and I'm confidant that City of Ashes won't disappoint. If you're looking for an easy read and something to make you forget about these April Showers, trust me, City of Bones is the way to go.

http://www.mortalinstruments.com/

"I am lost" seem to be the hardest words

2009-04-21T12:08:00.000-07:00

So I just got an e-mail this morning to do some contract research work. It was like a tornado because the person wants the work next week and seems to have already assumed I have accepted. So here I am with a take home exam due Friday and a mountain of newspapers to research. This I can handle. What I cannot handle is the vagueness with which the contract work is presented. I never have any idea what I am being asked to do and hence I wing it. I have not had any complaints yet about my work and they keep coming back for more so I must be doing something right. (I just realized I feel like Doogie Howser right now typing a blog...cue the bad 80s electronic sounding theme music) Anywho, is it terrible that I am terrified to ask her what she wants or how I should do this work? I feel like my ability to figure it out for myself, as to not bother this clearly busier than thou person, is integral to my worth as a researcher. Solution...just do it my way and hope the cheque comes in the mail. And then to the Warcraft...hazzah!

Unpack Rat

2009-04-21T10:26:00.000-07:00

Last night it dawned on me, I've moved ten times in eleven years. Granted, some of these moves were only to new houses in the same city, but still, that's a lot of moving. You'd think after all these moves I would have gotten better at the moving fare; packing, unpacking, lifting, pulling, assembling, etc. I haven't. Basically the only reason I've bothered with any attempt at unpacking is because I'm sharing the apartment with two others and would rather they not evict me immediately. No, I need to bide my time. My plan is to slowly let out all my annoying behaviours (clumsiness, forgetfulness, snoring, harmonica practice!, among others) and then, just when they can't stand it a moment longer- BAM! Emeril style, I'll dazzle them with something delectable from the kitchen! I'll embrace the old adage and win their hearts via their stomachs.

Speaking of stomachs, the rainy April days have really become pathetic fallacy for my sentiments towards the stresses of moving. My remedy? A delicious comfort meal. Last night I made tortellini soup with spicy sausage and served it with stuffed tomatoes. I filled them with garlic, ricotta, egg and panko, and baked them until the filling puffed out. It was just the ticket and I found myself reassured. It's amazing how cooking a good meal can make such a difference. The methodical movements of chopping, stirring, and of course, tasting, really help to center and calm.

While continuing to blog is highly enticing to me right now, I can clearly see that it's primarily because I'd rather not return to my mountain of stuff, junk mostly, that needs unpacking and sorting. Alas, I shall regrettably man up...for the time being at least. Or maybe I should twitter....

Fetch me a scribe!

2009-04-17T07:09:00.000-07:00

So, yesterday I was a scribe for a CHSRF hosted roundtable discussion. It was interesting, thought provoking, exciting, and a hell of a challenge. Although my only job was to type, I felt challenged in a way that I did not anticipate. I should have known this but dude, academics talk A LOT. I realize that was the point of the roundtable but I guess I've never actually considered what it's like to sit at my laptop and type non stop for hours on end. When I accepted the contract I remember thinking, "Sure, I've spent entire days typing before. How hard could it be?" Well, "very" is my answer. By the end of the day, as my fingers felt stiff and my back ached, I regretted never learning shorthand.

Today, a day with minimal required typing, is moving day! Well, partially. It's more like moving eve. It'll be like on those special Christmas eves when you're allowed to open one present, just to get the excitement started. Well, tonight I'll get to start the process of moving out of Toronto, while tomorrow will be the more official day of fun as we pack up the van and head to Otown! Horray!

Queen of mediocrity

2009-04-16T10:31:00.000-07:00

I just realized that I can never complain about being mediocre. Getting B's, coming in second, not fully achieving what I want. You know why...because I appear to strive for mediocrity. I just realized this upon completing my end of semester regime of calculating my possible grade in a course before the final test or assignment and then mathematically determining what the lowest mark I can get on this final component can be while still allowing me to get a B. I have again realized that a 60 range mark will do it so I have decided to focus on the more important task of getting my 79 Night Elf to level 80. Now that will offer a sense of accomplishment.

Balcony Douche Bag

2009-04-15T09:53:00.001-07:00

So I have a general life observation. Right now I am sitting by the door in my less than stellar apartment trying to work and I am continually being distracted by the sound of falling junk. The person on the balcony above me is doing a little spring cleaning...which means they sweep the junk off their balcony into the air and it then lands on everyone else's balcony. GET A DUST PAN for the love of God and stop annoying me. Ok that's it I am leaving and going for a walk. How can I be a productive member of society in this apartment.

They have the internet on computers now?

2009-04-14T07:49:00.000-07:00

World, I'd like to introduce you to our blog. Blog, meet world. Blog has many interesting takes on life. World provides infinite characters, situations and opportunities for comment. Truly, it's a match made in heaven.

Our goal in this blogging collaboration is to provide unsolicited commentaries from our unique perspectives as twenty somethings, post grads, recovering academics, literary connoisseurs and culinary afficinados. So expect book reviews, life complaints, recipes, rants and general observations on the oddities of our respective lives. Our title comes from a Vampire Weekend song that became the theme of our time in publishing school. Although we love grammar like a hipster loves his skinny jeans, we've learned that in writing, as in life, sometimes you just have to fuck the rules and have a good time.

So without further ado, our blog.

-Krista