Exhibit A - a baby!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Music this Friday at the Franco
WHO: Mike Walsh and Karen Mackenzie
WHAT: sing songs of joy and heartbreak
WHEN: Feb. 27 - happy hour - between 5 p.m. and 7 p.m.
WHERE: on stage at the Franco
WHY: to help you kick the weekend off well
...it is also rumoured there will be very tasty snacks...
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
(Sea) Monkey Man
Music: "Monkey Man" by the Rolling Stones
The friend with the sea monkeys has only three left. A bona fide practitioner of the Catholicism, he believes the rosary will encourage them to proliferate, as most of their brethren were gone when he returned from recent travels.
Bless their tiny, shrimp-like souls.
Three other prepubescent deceased are contained in a jar of formaldehyde, destined for greatness on the microscopic stage.
*Update: The rosary is about control, not proliferation. I mislead.*
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Kind strangers
Yesterday afternoon I spent a long and leisurely lunch with a number of ambassadors from the Northwest Territories blogosphere: Megan, Jason, Karen and Nunavut ex-pat John. Thank you and yay to them for being so welcoming and entertaining!
It was nice to see a community like theirs, sharing stories and encouragement off the computer screen as well as on. They're all lovely and intelligent and in possession of very impressive vocabularies. I was quite quiet and reserved in the light of their wit.
There are many other highlights from yesterday as well, but I am off to find a yoga class.
It was nice to see a community like theirs, sharing stories and encouragement off the computer screen as well as on. They're all lovely and intelligent and in possession of very impressive vocabularies. I was quite quiet and reserved in the light of their wit.
There are many other highlights from yesterday as well, but I am off to find a yoga class.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Morning in the big city
The universe did not want me to visit quite so many Yellowknife drinking establishments last night. It showed its displeasure this morning by sending numerous door-knockers and phone-callers my way BEFORE 8 a.m. Like, really?
And what the heck are those tall, spindly, green things all over the pla... oh my god... Trees! Trees. Even writing the word is weird.
And what the heck are those tall, spindly, green things all over the pla... oh my god... Trees! Trees. Even writing the word is weird.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I love small planes
I love travelling in small planes, love having the same view as the pilots.
It was beautiful flying back home from Cape Dorset last week, as the sky was cloudless and the moon was bright. Iqaluit appeared first as a tiny sharp shard of light, so lonesome and suspended in nothing but miles and miles of night. Growing gradually to a smear, then a pool, and finally stretching all friendly and clear to Apex on the approach.
That picture above of Cape Dorset was the only one I took other than boring promotional ones the entire time I was there. I know, sad. I was in one of my "must simply experience" moods. I checked out the print shop briefly which was cool too.
Sadly also I did not run into Jen of Nunavut, although I spied her honey in the crowd at one point.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Guess who just got a Valery Gore T-shirt in the mail??!
And a handwritten letter to boot. I wish I was there to go all Martha on the wedding magz with you Val!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Ze temporal rift
Monday? Really?
On the topic of time-travelling, holy, where did the weekend go? Maybe it’s due to the concussion I suspect I gave myself yesterday, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult to find my temporal place.
A ghost from the past commented on a previous post that it’s been two years since leaving Humber College, which means it’s almost two years since I got off the boat here. (Well, plane.) My life has changed so dramatically since then, and the main difference is simply that I’m happy. Stuff sucks sometimes, but it’s nice to consistently wake up in the morning to know that I’ve found myself a home, to have lost that desperate, searching need to fill up the cracks of drifting and lonely.
One of the big ticks in the plus column is the immense opportunity to get involved and volunteer here. In the Land of Hurry-Hurry you could throw yourselves at many non-profits and never get any uptake. All a human really wants is to feel useful, right? It’s made a big difference in how I feel, to be able to pitch in on things that I believe in.
Other ticks in the happy boxes include the lack of billboards and consumer culture, the view of the bay and the disproportionate number of excellent musicians per capita. Also, no slush all winter.
And, most importantly, I am absolutely blessed to have met a disparate group of wonderful, sometimes eccentric, always lovely people, many of whom I now consider chosen-family.
So, in conclusion, I would like to let my far-off southern family know this: I have finally kicked the habit of chewing my nails. Yes, I know, unbelievable. But true. Possibly owing to my departure from the deadlines and drama of journalism.
Mom, I own a nail file and three kinds of polish. It’s very exciting.
On the topic of time-travelling, holy, where did the weekend go? Maybe it’s due to the concussion I suspect I gave myself yesterday, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult to find my temporal place.
A ghost from the past commented on a previous post that it’s been two years since leaving Humber College, which means it’s almost two years since I got off the boat here. (Well, plane.) My life has changed so dramatically since then, and the main difference is simply that I’m happy. Stuff sucks sometimes, but it’s nice to consistently wake up in the morning to know that I’ve found myself a home, to have lost that desperate, searching need to fill up the cracks of drifting and lonely.
One of the big ticks in the plus column is the immense opportunity to get involved and volunteer here. In the Land of Hurry-Hurry you could throw yourselves at many non-profits and never get any uptake. All a human really wants is to feel useful, right? It’s made a big difference in how I feel, to be able to pitch in on things that I believe in.
Other ticks in the happy boxes include the lack of billboards and consumer culture, the view of the bay and the disproportionate number of excellent musicians per capita. Also, no slush all winter.
And, most importantly, I am absolutely blessed to have met a disparate group of wonderful, sometimes eccentric, always lovely people, many of whom I now consider chosen-family.
So, in conclusion, I would like to let my far-off southern family know this: I have finally kicked the habit of chewing my nails. Yes, I know, unbelievable. But true. Possibly owing to my departure from the deadlines and drama of journalism.
Mom, I own a nail file and three kinds of polish. It’s very exciting.
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