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Missed Connections

Sickness Unto Death
The bus stop at 4th and MacDonald, 9:45am. You: cute blonde reading Kierkegaard. I: tall with curly hair. I ask if it's for class or pleasure. You glance up, smile thoughtfully and say, "Neither. For life." I ask what you think. You smile again and are about to answer when your bus comes. I want to know what thoughts lie behind that mysterious smile. Email me:

Jostled Your Friend
You: small Asian girl with a blue toque, leaving UBC on the 99, with a white friend. Me: Asian guy with a faux-hawk and Burton jacket. You two were talking, but we made eye-contact over her head. Several times. When the bus stopped at Sasamat, your friend lost her balance and fell into me. She apologized, but it was you that blushed. I wish I had been gutsy enough to ask for your phone number. Here's mine: (604) 555-5555.

Me: hippie chick with short red hair on the 84. Friday, November 24th around 3pm. You: slightly preppy girl across …


(subtitle: Obfuscated Meanderings Hoarded by a Literature Grad Over a Nebulous Span of Time)

So I've had some more thoughts on publishing a book. I want to. I think it's one of those things that I will dream about eternally but never do much about. If I did, I think it would fall somewhere between fiction and autobiography. Not like James Frey's Million Little Pieces, but I can't deny that my writing is in many ways influenced by my own experiences.

I think that a paperback blog would be an incredible thing. I'm imagining an entire series of novels, each one the paper equivalent of a single blog. Each novel is not just a collection of entries, but of comments and linked sites as well. Maybe even entries from a private journal at the same time. It would be like reading through someone's scrapbook. And each blog-novel would cover the same span of time as the others, so it would be like a narrative from many different perspectives. Only blogs aren't limited to o…

24 Kirkland

Last night I heard little steps pattering above me. Tonight, I hear a child playing piano.

If I close my eyes, it's as if I am back in my basement apartment...

Little Things

This morning I fixed a $10 watch that I bought last year and wore for a week before losing a pin. It's one of the few watches that I think fits my wrist. I am happy to have it back, and hope it lasts longer than a week.

I burnt my knuckle on the stove element, because it is a flat-top stove, and even though I took the pot off roughly 1 minute earlier, I couldn't tell by looking that it was hot.

My desk lamp light bulb burnt out. It is some sort of special bulb - halogen maybe? so it won't be super-convenient to replace. I am lazy.

I bought U2's How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb for $10 today. CDs are going out of style, but MP3-less me is behind the times.

My U2 purchase made me wonder how much money people spend on themselves when they go Christmas shopping. I spent roughly $12, with tax.

The snow makes it feel like winter in Ontario. I thought I was escaping winter by moving here. Trick's on me.

I like being online when comments from my blog are emailed to me. For a seco…

Snow Day!

Take this you Ontario stinking warm people!

8:15am this morning, taken off my balcony:

Do you hear that?
It's silent.
That's right.
I don't hear anything. No cars. No people. Just snow.

Thank You, Parentals

Upon hearing that I grew up without a TV, my roommate's cousin asks me if I listened to the CBC.

"Yes. Definitely." I reply.

"Ahhhh. I feel like I know you better now!"

I look slightly puzzled, and he continues, "I know a lot of people who grew up without TVs and listened to the CBC. They are usually well-read, intelligent...(etc etc)"

I nod, smiling. "Well, I won't disagree with any of that!"

I just took a peek to see if Stuart Mclean is stopping by Guelph this Christmas. No such show, and I am bummed. I need to find the audio of his Christmas story with the 2 punch bowls at the party, and the alcohol going in the wrong egg nog...

Weather Woes

Talking to my mom this afternoon. It is 13 degrees in Guelph.

Yeah, right.

This is what my neighbourhood looks like today:


I had another Skytrain thought to share.

In Chapters, I looked at a book of tartans, and came across Jesskah's clan. To be honest, I don't remember what the tartan looked like. But I like that her fam has a plaid all their own. As I was pondering this on the Skytrain, I thought about her. One of her skills that I covet is her great lyrical capability.

{It is snowing here in Vancouver. And staying.My potentially boring night in was transformed. But that is a story for another time. Except to say that I made meatloaf, and it was delicious.}

Skytrain Thoughts

I ventured out on my own today. All the way to Burnaby and the Metropolis at Metrotown. Apparently, Canada's second largest mall. (little known fact: I worked at Canada's largest mall for a summer) I had fun, even though I don't think I made it through half the place. I sung along with the loud Christmas music - in my head, although others sang out loud.

Coming out of the mall, there was snow in the air and I wanted to drink hot chocolate and listen to Christmas carols. I'll admit, I'm a little bit glad I'll be in Ontario where I had better have a white Christmas. The probability is much greater, at the very least.

I haven't used a subway-train system much since Montreal, and I was a little bit surprised to hear the announcements in English rather than French. Prochaine station: Lionel-Groulx. As I reflected on this, I realized that I want to go back to Quebec. I may not like 8 months of winter, but I have a deep desire to improve my French and to use my lan…

My Twin, Jenn

I have many friends (and one sister-in-law, who is having a baby) named Jennifer. This post, although I love all of them very much, is about my long-lost twin. I can't tell you her full name, because her father happens to be in an important position in his town, and just today the local paper found her blog, and now she has an interview with the media...

We met in May in an airport. I threw yogourt on her, and later that day, she made an inappropriate comment in a professional setting. True stories, both. So why do I think we're twins? Well, other then the fact that she is 4 inches shorter than me with straight dark brown hair and no freckles, we're pretty much the same person.

- we have the same job
- we both do scandalous things (as noted in our first day of friendship)
- we like the same music: I introduced her to Plumb, and I'm pretty sure she secretly knows how to hip-hop
- we are touchy - not emotionally unstable, but affectionate
- we want the same tattoo (…

Body Worlds 3

Once a semester, we staff leave the campus and do something exciting, just so we can enjoy one another. It is called "staff fun" and today, it took place at Science World. The main attraction was the Body Worlds exhibit - a combination of organs, partial and full human bodies. I was a bit tentative, knowing that I am, generally speaking, easily grossed out. And, when it comes to biological science, pretty close to uneducated.

Overall impression: I feel more educated, grown up, and appreciative of the complexity of the human body. I did have to make a concentrated effort not to think about where these people came from or how you would go about taking a corpse and ending up with a "plastinate." If you are ever in the same city as this exhibit, I say you go and see it.

One of the first specimens was entitled "Praying Skeleton." Posed leaning on a cross shape, with hands uplifted and holding a heart, it paid tribute to the fact that many of the body donors have…


I watched Gwyneth Paltrow in Jane Austen's Emma tonight. So good. Favourite quote:

"What's the point of being almost twenty-two if there's still so much to learn?"

I like Jane's heroines because they are sweet and well-intentioned, but imperfect. Sometimes a bit naive, sometimes a bit too nosy. Loyal too and looking for a man of honour. And her men of honour...wonderful. I don't know who I'd pick as my favourite if I had to: Darcy, Mr. Knightley, Henry Tilney, or Wentworth. Ok. Not Henry Tilney. But the other three are all up there. Men of honour, wit, and (if the movies are accurate) good looks to boot.


My dad asked me tonight if I was serious about the tattoo I mentioned a few posts ago. I am, for the record, not considering getting a tattoo. Mainly because I don't know where on my body I would put a tattoo that I would not regret in 50 years.

That said, If I ever changed my mind or came up with an ideal location, this is what I would have inked into my flesh. (sounds great, doesn't it?)

This is the Chinese symbol for righteousness. Why would I get this? BECAUSE! It is actually a composite symbol of two symbols. On top is the symbol for "lamb" and underneath, "I."

That's right. Righteousness = Lamb [over] I

Somehow, this Judeo-Christian idea {in Judaism, a lamb must be sacrificed to make right those who have sinned, while in Christian faith, Jesus is likened to a lamb in the same way} is found in the Chinese characters that were created a couple thousand years before Jesus existed.

How is this possible? My best guess is...God. Revealing himself to people d…

Lost For Words, Not Vanity

The OED Online has this wonderful little button called "Lost for Words?" which takes you to a random entry. I got a good-er on my first try.

mho. n. The cgs unit of conductance, equal to the conductance of a body with a resistance of one ohm; a reciprocal ohm. (A resistance of R ohms is equivalent to a conductance of 1/R mhos.)

Just down the street lives the word mianserin:
n. tetracyclic antidepressant with sedative effects, given orally as the hydrochloride; 1,2,3,4,10,14b-hexahydro-2-methyldibenzo[c,f]pyrazino[1,2a]azepine, C18H20N2.

The song You're So Vain has been in my head this evening as I contemplate getting a site counter and reread past entries that I had forgotten but find witty and wonderful.
I'm so vain
I probably think this blog is about me.
I'm so vain
I bet I think this blog is about me, 'bout me...

Missing It

Over the past month, I have had many spiritual conversations with people. One of the questions I often ask is, "What do you think Christianity is all about?"

girl from Turkey: "You don't believe in abortion or premarital sex, and you think family is important."

girl from China: "My landlords are Christians. I asked them, but they didn't really tell me what it is about."

girl from India: "I went to a Christian school for 11 years. I know the Lord's prayer, and I like to sing hymns."

blonde girl: "It's like other religions. It gives hope for when things are crappy."

church-going girl: "Well, I go to church and I pray. I try to know God."

other girl: "My friends who are Christians go to church and stuff...I don't think you have to believe [the Bible] to be a Christian."

Catholic girl: "I don't really know how to explain it." As we talked further, I shared with her what the Bible teaches about…

2 Unfortunate Things

Our water is slightly off-coloured this morning. Perhaps due to yesterday's storm? I know I'm not going to die from brushing my teeth, but still...

My earring hole (not "hearing hole" as someone once thought I said) is still infected. I think it's been infected since mid-summer. If my body weren't so antagonizing towards foreign objects, I might re-pierce my nose. But this summer has solidified the fact that it will never happen.

Perhaps I'll follow my dad's sarcastic suggestion and get a tattoo instead.

Update: at 8:45pm I find out there is a boiled water advisory in effect today. This is after the women's social, where I clearly served apparently contaminated water/drinks. Whoops.

Poor, Sweet Brolly

My goodbye gift from the one and only Rebecks was a lovely faux-tartan umbrella. Handy and compact, it was unique and fun. He served me faithfully over the past month. I ventured out into today's deluge of wind and rain, and this is what's left of my umbrella:
I am sad to see him go. (Thanks again to Rebecks for such a lovely and practical gift). Fortunately, I am not without an umbrella. On my arrival here, the fantastic girls in the leadership Bible study blessed me with a wonderful array of gifts, including this sturdy and sunny looking wet-weather-protective gear. Notice especially the real wood handle. It is handmade here in Vancouver, and although I am scared I will break or lose it, I must admit, I'm excited to put it to use.

Back at the Beach

Looking out toward the Georgia Straight.
Love the colours on the sand.
That dark stream? Ducks. Hundreds of them. I wish I had a zoom and could have taken a close-up.
I like watching the tide come in and splash up on the rocks. The spray hit my camera.
This seawall is the backyard to a multi-million dollar house. I was going to take pictures of the house, but then I noticed the security cameras.

Remembrance Day

The amount of love I have for my grampie is immense. We just spoke briefly on the phone, and as always, he made me both smiley and teary-eyed. In honour of Remembrance Day, here is an article that I wrote for the UofG paper last year.
If I were a non-biased reporter, this article would be succint and simple:In November of 1939, George Fisher and one of his friends transferred from the naval reserves to the Carleton-York Regiment, based in St. Stephen’s, NB. From there, they went to Woodstock, then Camp Aldershot for training. He landed in England before his 21st birthday, and spent the next two years in commando and defense training. June of 1943 found Fisher and his regiment traveling to north Africa before their invasion of Sicily on July 5. From there, the young machine gunner fought north through Italy to France, up to Belgium, helped bring freedom to Holland, and fought on into Germany before the war ended.He, unlike many, returned home to his family. He married, raised two boys, …

Redeeming Love

Tonight, I grabbed a book, a box of tissues (for my cold, not for crying purposes), curled up on the couch and read. The whole thing. This is one of my favourite novels of all time, and yes, I shed a couple of tears. But I didn't use the tissues to wipe them. Sometimes, I like the feeling of a single tear falling down the side of my face.

Redeeming Love is a powerful statement of love on two levels. It is the most striking portrayal that I have ever read of a man's sacrificial and committed love.- it is beautiful and realistic, and neither shies from sex nor sensationalizes it. Also, it is an allegory of how deeply God loves each one of us. It is a retelling of the prophet Hosea, whom God told to marry a prostitute. When I finished, I read the author's note, as I always do. She explains the significance of writing this book in her own life, and that is another exciting story.

I wish I could convey the intensity and the beauty of this book. I do not know a girl who has read i…

Where Are They Now?

Watching TV...Home Improvement ex-star Zachary Ty Bryan is making a guest appearance on Shark. Can't wait to see how this turns out...he has aged well. A little bit chubbier than when he was 18, but still very much looks the same. (Turns out it's a bit-part and he's gone after two 30 second scenes).

George Stro-something, formerly of Much/MTV/something like that and now a CBC employee (I think he's supposed to be the hip, sexy face for my generation to tune in). And it worked...I decided to check out his show The Hour. I'm not overwhelmingly impressed tonight...first thing: a song making fun of Ted Haggart, which on one hand I understand, but it also makes me sad. I forget what show I was watching earlier this week, but I quote: "You can't make fun of anyone these days!" "Christians. And black people." Also, my friend Alison has a stellar blog with thoughts stemming from this scandal.

Next up: Deepak Chopra, a new-age guru, who is introdu…

Bus Ads, Bowling, and Balls of Exercise

Bus ads are usually of inferior quality. I find this one hilarious, although I have no inclination toward buying the product (Crest with Scope).

Lonely Existentialist Moose:

Moose seeks partner withfresh perspective to search for answers to the universal questions in life. (deep breath here) Primarily - what is the plural of me? Is it "meese?" - "Meeses?" "Mooses?" "Moosi?" Seriously! Hell is not knowing the plural of yourself. How can I find love if I can't put a label on "we?"

(sigh) Exploring the great truths...that's what counts.


Who knew that 5-pin bowling is a strictly Canadian phenomenon? I went with Wendy and posse on Saturday night: Of the 16 of us, 4 were Canadians...Wendy topped the first game with 169! (I had a measly 82) But I had already topped my previous score by halfway through the next game, and ended off with something like 137. Props to us Canadians, for a fun variation on a universal game.


I bought an …

My Day

2 churches and 3 sermons later, I've got some food for thought. [how is that possible? you ask...1 sermon was online!]

The two churches I went to today couldn't possibly have been more different:

evening church morning church

-98 years old -1.5 years old
-big 'ol building -meets in a theatre
-sang hymns -sang songs w/in the last 5 years
-congregation of 60(second service) -congregation of 250
-predominantly hippies -predominantly yuppies
-many community programs -focus on relational interactions

But you know what? They were worshipping the same God. In both churches, I felt both at home and out of place. I found both churches exciting and frustrating. Thankfully, it's not up to me…


Turned on the telly while I ate my lunch. Saturday afternoon...the only thing on that's any good is some British football. So good. An attempt to play-by-play:

White player is down, play goes forward, he stays down.
Ref does nothing.
Blue player notices and kicks the ball out the sideline.
White player gets helped.
White's throw-in - thrown directly back to Blue's goalie.
Play resumes.

Now that is a gentlemanly moment.


Once again, an entry was started and then just about scrapped. It was to be replaced with:

(in whining voice) It's hard to be the new person!

End of pity-party.

Then I realized that would not replace, but actually completely negate the scrapped entry. So I unscrapped the scrapped entry and have included it here for your perusal. Because otherwise...I would be serving the very things I need to deny (thank you, Wendy, for yet more truth-speaking and spirit-convicting).

I have been thinking and have come to some conclusions.

1. I am narcissistic. Far more than I would like to admit. I think about myself often. As someone said this evening, "I am my own greatest lover." I contemplate how I look, how I dress, how I am perceived by others, what I want to do next, what I will be like in 5 years, what I am good at, why people like me...I sometimes think about my plans for the next two days while others are praying. I look at myself in almost every store front, just to make sur…

The Un-blog

I wrote a post tonight about the serious thoughts about life in the big city that have been rolling around in my mind since the weekend. But then I deleted it, because I realized that - well, I'm not sure what I realized. Maybe that some things are better communicated not online? Or that some things are meant to be processed internally. Or maybe it means nothing at all.

And so this is a non-post.


Here are some exerpts from things I've read in the last 48 hours:

(from Master Plan of Evangelism)
They [the disciples] were not hand-shaking emissaries maintaining the status-quo of complacency.

Evangelism is not an optional accessory to our life. It is the heartbeat of all that we are called to be and do. It is the commission of the church which gives meaning to all else that is undertaken in the name of Christ.

(from Christianity Today's interview with John Stott)
[on the recent boom in church growth]
The answer is "growth without depth." None of us wants to dispute the extraordinary growth of the church. But it has been largely numerical and statistical growth. And there has not been sufficient growth in discipleship that is comparable to the growth in numbers.

[on our secular western culture]
I think we need to say to one another that it's not so secular as it looks. I believe that these so-called secular people are engaged in a quest for at least three things. The …