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Saturday, October 29, 2005
'Cuz I like you
Arran will be here in an hour!
I'm very happy, maybe more so because it was a bit of a surprise. Like the time I came home from ice cream with Alpna and everyone I knew and liked (Fei!) was waiting at my house, a surprise 16th birthday. I remember wondering what the big deal was about being 16, but that was the year I fell in love for the first time.
Woah. Non-sequiter. Back that up a bit and you get the Arran visit effect.
She was going to come next weekend, and my Toronto departure was wrecking havoc.
So what is it about this that makes me feel so good?
Well, I've been working pretty hard this week. My factum [read: debating points, or legal argument written out to 7 ore 8 pages] was due on Thursday, and my major biblography was due on the same day. I caugt a cold and suffered some serious writer's angst, finally pouring forth five pages in eight hours. And now all that's over. [except for the cold, that sucks]
I have some time, now, to catch my breath.
And I need to see Arran. I've been feeling a little crappy lately about keeping in touch (see below), and the Toronto trip makes my point. I know so many people in Toronto (Ingrid, Ali, Diana, Steph), all of whom I was pretty close to at some point, and all of whom I feel awkward about calling now. "Hi, I know you haven't heard from me in 3 [or 5 or 5] years, but I wasn't ignoring you, I just can't have long distance frienships, so anyway, can I stay on your couch?". Not even close to being decent.
Arran makes all this better somehow. She's coming to see us. We make her feel better. And she makes us feel better. Dan and I are both so excited we're bouncing off the walls, and it doesn't matter that it's going to rain in Halifax for the 3rd? 4th? 5th weekend in a row? We don't care. We're both so excited about showing Arran everything in the city that the city itself seems prettier, more exciting than ususal.
Half an hour now. I'm going to make bread.
PS: Just finally bough 13 tales from urban bohemia. CD-R, 12 bucks. 2 years in the buying. Sounds so good [on the new STEREO!].
I'm very happy, maybe more so because it was a bit of a surprise. Like the time I came home from ice cream with Alpna and everyone I knew and liked (Fei!) was waiting at my house, a surprise 16th birthday. I remember wondering what the big deal was about being 16, but that was the year I fell in love for the first time.
Woah. Non-sequiter. Back that up a bit and you get the Arran visit effect.
She was going to come next weekend, and my Toronto departure was wrecking havoc.
So what is it about this that makes me feel so good?
Well, I've been working pretty hard this week. My factum [read: debating points, or legal argument written out to 7 ore 8 pages] was due on Thursday, and my major biblography was due on the same day. I caugt a cold and suffered some serious writer's angst, finally pouring forth five pages in eight hours. And now all that's over. [except for the cold, that sucks]
I have some time, now, to catch my breath.
And I need to see Arran. I've been feeling a little crappy lately about keeping in touch (see below), and the Toronto trip makes my point. I know so many people in Toronto (Ingrid, Ali, Diana, Steph), all of whom I was pretty close to at some point, and all of whom I feel awkward about calling now. "Hi, I know you haven't heard from me in 3 [or 5 or 5] years, but I wasn't ignoring you, I just can't have long distance frienships, so anyway, can I stay on your couch?". Not even close to being decent.
Arran makes all this better somehow. She's coming to see us. We make her feel better. And she makes us feel better. Dan and I are both so excited we're bouncing off the walls, and it doesn't matter that it's going to rain in Halifax for the 3rd? 4th? 5th weekend in a row? We don't care. We're both so excited about showing Arran everything in the city that the city itself seems prettier, more exciting than ususal.
Half an hour now. I'm going to make bread.
PS: Just finally bough 13 tales from urban bohemia. CD-R, 12 bucks. 2 years in the buying. Sounds so good [on the new STEREO!].
# posted by Spot @ 11:31 a.m.
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Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Bad Sarah
All my years of failing to keep in touch are coming back to bite me on the ass.
# posted by Spot @ 1:19 p.m.
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Saturday, October 22, 2005
The Process
Why do I have Jingle Bells in my head?
I'm making progress on the first of two major assignments due this week, mostly through the judicious use of personal guilt.
Those of you not reared in the tradition of Roman Catholicism might labor under the misapprehension that guilt is a bad thing. Not so. Guilt is wonderful for getting work done.
But it does have some negative side-effects, to wit grouchiness.
John just asked me to go out tonight and I nearly bit his head off.
"Not now, I have too much work!"
[This work will not stop me from sleeping in. Or eating a lovely long breakfast of eggs benedict. Needs, not wants].
I don't know: I wouldn't put up with me.
I'm making progress on the first of two major assignments due this week, mostly through the judicious use of personal guilt.
Those of you not reared in the tradition of Roman Catholicism might labor under the misapprehension that guilt is a bad thing. Not so. Guilt is wonderful for getting work done.
But it does have some negative side-effects, to wit grouchiness.
John just asked me to go out tonight and I nearly bit his head off.
"Not now, I have too much work!"
[This work will not stop me from sleeping in. Or eating a lovely long breakfast of eggs benedict. Needs, not wants].
I don't know: I wouldn't put up with me.
# posted by Spot @ 4:02 p.m.
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Tuesday, October 18, 2005
It's just a job
And I only got an interview.. but...
WOOOOOOOT! I'm a coming to Toronto, November 6ish. I am so uber-excited it hurts.
I don't know if it's the job itself or the comfort an interview gives, but I feel good.
If I'm lucky and polished and not a nervous wreck I might get the job. One of Canada's major firms, tons of interesting work, commercial litigation: I'm on cloud nine.
But, as Dan said, the cart is about a mile before the horse.
I was way too nervous during OCI's [On Campus Interviews for the uninitiated], so I'm going to try to relax a bit this time 'round. To that end, I did a brief enquiry. CanJet does have mutli-city tickets, and I could indeed stop by Montreal, for the price of a VIA ticket to Toronto. 80$.
If I do that I definitely can't do Atlantics the week before. And I'm not even sure I can take the weekend off in the first place, since I'll have to miss at least Monday and Tuesday for the Toronto thing.
It's a confusing, intimidating process. There are dinners involved, cocktails, 2nd interviews: when can I book my flight back? And I absolutely must be next to a phone on the Wednesday.
...sorry. Writing out loud there.
Point is, I'm excited and happy just to get the news. And I'm off to advocacy [more about that later].
Music: Mull River Shuffle. Condusive to mile-a-minute thinking.
WOOOOOOOT! I'm a coming to Toronto, November 6ish. I am so uber-excited it hurts.
I don't know if it's the job itself or the comfort an interview gives, but I feel good.
If I'm lucky and polished and not a nervous wreck I might get the job. One of Canada's major firms, tons of interesting work, commercial litigation: I'm on cloud nine.
But, as Dan said, the cart is about a mile before the horse.
I was way too nervous during OCI's [On Campus Interviews for the uninitiated], so I'm going to try to relax a bit this time 'round. To that end, I did a brief enquiry. CanJet does have mutli-city tickets, and I could indeed stop by Montreal, for the price of a VIA ticket to Toronto. 80$.
If I do that I definitely can't do Atlantics the week before. And I'm not even sure I can take the weekend off in the first place, since I'll have to miss at least Monday and Tuesday for the Toronto thing.
It's a confusing, intimidating process. There are dinners involved, cocktails, 2nd interviews: when can I book my flight back? And I absolutely must be next to a phone on the Wednesday.
...sorry. Writing out loud there.
Point is, I'm excited and happy just to get the news. And I'm off to advocacy [more about that later].
Music: Mull River Shuffle. Condusive to mile-a-minute thinking.
# posted by Spot @ 12:44 p.m.
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Monday, October 17, 2005
Morning Amnesia
Where am I? What day of the week is it? What time of the year? Ugggghhhh...
[typical morning inner monologue]
Have you ever seen Four Weddings and a Funeral? You know the milionaire friend of Hugh Grant's? There's this scene at the beginning of the movie where his alarm goes off and he bounds out of bed, takes a shower, dressed and ready in half an hour.
I hate people like that.
It takes me forever to get out of bed. Part of it is that I'm a little dumber in the morning. I sometimes find myself frozen in my room, having contemplated... something [my schedule? last night's movie? upcoming holidays?] for the past 10 minutes. Plus wardrobe is a nightmare in the morning.
But I also hate mornings, in a viceral way. They are depressing, especially now, when the sun isn't up yet. What? I have to get up to this? I'd rather stay unconcious, thank you.
I wish there was such a thing as a penfield organ [see Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep] which would wake me with some kind of happy jolt.
Or maybe an alarm clock that wakes you by directly injecting caffeine into your veins.
Socially accepted addiction!
[typical morning inner monologue]
Have you ever seen Four Weddings and a Funeral? You know the milionaire friend of Hugh Grant's? There's this scene at the beginning of the movie where his alarm goes off and he bounds out of bed, takes a shower, dressed and ready in half an hour.
I hate people like that.
It takes me forever to get out of bed. Part of it is that I'm a little dumber in the morning. I sometimes find myself frozen in my room, having contemplated... something [my schedule? last night's movie? upcoming holidays?] for the past 10 minutes. Plus wardrobe is a nightmare in the morning.
But I also hate mornings, in a viceral way. They are depressing, especially now, when the sun isn't up yet. What? I have to get up to this? I'd rather stay unconcious, thank you.
I wish there was such a thing as a penfield organ [see Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep] which would wake me with some kind of happy jolt.
Or maybe an alarm clock that wakes you by directly injecting caffeine into your veins.
Socially accepted addiction!
# posted by Spot @ 10:53 a.m.
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Friday, October 14, 2005
Don't Phunk With My Heart
"If I take you home..."
Angie bought the new Black Eyed Peas cd, and I'm playing it on Dan's beeeaaaauuuttttiiifffuuuuullll new iMac G5. As me a question [Sarah, what are the readings for Constitutional?] and I'll talk about the G5 [it's so pretty....]
Still, I'm supposed to be cleaning the appartment, so I will try to resist.
New music feels good, even if I don't own it. I'm thinking of making a list of purchase-worthy CDs. Many white stripes, Dandy Warhols, Black Eyed Peas, and Blue Rodeo.
I think it's time to admit that I'm developing an interest in pesudo country. Weird.
Partay tonight...
Angie bought the new Black Eyed Peas cd, and I'm playing it on Dan's beeeaaaauuuttttiiifffuuuuullll new iMac G5. As me a question [Sarah, what are the readings for Constitutional?] and I'll talk about the G5 [it's so pretty....]
Still, I'm supposed to be cleaning the appartment, so I will try to resist.
New music feels good, even if I don't own it. I'm thinking of making a list of purchase-worthy CDs. Many white stripes, Dandy Warhols, Black Eyed Peas, and Blue Rodeo.
I think it's time to admit that I'm developing an interest in pesudo country. Weird.
Partay tonight...
# posted by Spot @ 12:53 p.m.
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Wednesday, October 12, 2005
It's so beautiful
Mac just released the new G5. I think I'm in love. I hope Dan buys it. My own laptop refuses to die. 5 years and still ticking: a modern miracle.
In non Mac related news [why bother?] I'll be judging provincials this weekend. Convenient, since it gives me the opportunity to interview the Kytester about escalating liabilities and eroding rights in the teaching profession. My major paper.
It suddenly feels like a small fucking world. Why am I still here? I should be so far as to make interviewing my high school coach and judging the same tournament I won 9 years ago an impossibility.
Every once in a while I have to remind myself that going to law school in Halifax is not a defeat or demotion. A best-interests, affordable, rational decision. BC was too far, Queens too expensive, UNB too small, and in Fredericton to boot.
I guess I shouldn't burn my bridges. [Why don't I just make myself more sociable while I'm at it?] But it's how I feel.
At least the law school is an island of social consciousness in a sea of whatever-the-opposite-is.
Cynical. This shall pass.
In non Mac related news [why bother?] I'll be judging provincials this weekend. Convenient, since it gives me the opportunity to interview the Kytester about escalating liabilities and eroding rights in the teaching profession. My major paper.
It suddenly feels like a small fucking world. Why am I still here? I should be so far as to make interviewing my high school coach and judging the same tournament I won 9 years ago an impossibility.
Every once in a while I have to remind myself that going to law school in Halifax is not a defeat or demotion. A best-interests, affordable, rational decision. BC was too far, Queens too expensive, UNB too small, and in Fredericton to boot.
I guess I shouldn't burn my bridges. [Why don't I just make myself more sociable while I'm at it?] But it's how I feel.
At least the law school is an island of social consciousness in a sea of whatever-the-opposite-is.
Cynical. This shall pass.
# posted by Spot @ 8:42 p.m.
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Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Sadly Neglected
As Ali's comment suggests I haven't been keeping up with the blog. [PS: Hi Ali!!!]
In a classically feminine move I spend 30 minutes [possibly more] shopping for new temples in an effort to "reinvent" the blog. Only to decide that it's really quite nice as it is.
Though I *think* the image files might be hosted on John's webspace. Weird. I'd better back those up.
Anyway, I was thinking about discontinuing the blog altogether: it just didn't seem to fit anymore. I was especially disappointed about France. I mean, there I was, meeting awesome new people, seeing amazing stuff, growing and changing a fair bit and I couldn't write a thing.
[Note: blogging in a house with 7 roommates is an impossibility. Don't even try: you'll just get angry looks when someone else needs to check their mail / enroll in classes / book flights]
So the whole blogging thing came to a crisis... but I think I'll keep it after all.
Sure, I've changed a lot since I started this thing. And sure, the audience is *completely* different than it was back then. And yes, I am embarrassed to read what I've written before.
But parts of me are the same.
I still like summer and sand. I still like to write, it still helps me think. And I'm still really bad at keeping in touch with old friends.
The trick is, can I juggle this thing? It's not too hard to find the blog [via google] so how should I write it? Some of you get after me for not writing enough [it's definitely sunny side up, most of the time], and I know it's hard to know "how things are going" if I'm not honest, but I'm ever wary of writing too much.
M'eh. I'll try my best. There's no doubt it's personal, but I don't think it's TMI.
This from the girl who hates acronyms.
Right.
Maybe next time I'll get around to actually updating, n'eh?
Today's picture is brought to you by the BH crew and farmer's fields:
My digital camera should be fixed in a few weeks. I'd like to get snapping in a meaningful way.
In a classically feminine move I spend 30 minutes [possibly more] shopping for new temples in an effort to "reinvent" the blog. Only to decide that it's really quite nice as it is.
Though I *think* the image files might be hosted on John's webspace. Weird. I'd better back those up.
Anyway, I was thinking about discontinuing the blog altogether: it just didn't seem to fit anymore. I was especially disappointed about France. I mean, there I was, meeting awesome new people, seeing amazing stuff, growing and changing a fair bit and I couldn't write a thing.
[Note: blogging in a house with 7 roommates is an impossibility. Don't even try: you'll just get angry looks when someone else needs to check their mail / enroll in classes / book flights]
So the whole blogging thing came to a crisis... but I think I'll keep it after all.
Sure, I've changed a lot since I started this thing. And sure, the audience is *completely* different than it was back then. And yes, I am embarrassed to read what I've written before.
But parts of me are the same.
I still like summer and sand. I still like to write, it still helps me think. And I'm still really bad at keeping in touch with old friends.
The trick is, can I juggle this thing? It's not too hard to find the blog [via google] so how should I write it? Some of you get after me for not writing enough [it's definitely sunny side up, most of the time], and I know it's hard to know "how things are going" if I'm not honest, but I'm ever wary of writing too much.
M'eh. I'll try my best. There's no doubt it's personal, but I don't think it's TMI.
This from the girl who hates acronyms.
Right.
Maybe next time I'll get around to actually updating, n'eh?
Today's picture is brought to you by the BH crew and farmer's fields:
My digital camera should be fixed in a few weeks. I'd like to get snapping in a meaningful way.
# posted by Spot @ 3:14 p.m.
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