Skip to main content

A 24-Hr Chain of Thoughts

Yesterday, I met someone who has heard my voice from work-related phone calls, but never seen my face. As we shook hands, I introduced myself. "Oh! You look far healthier than I imagined you would!"

Later in the evening, I sat in the movie theatre and consumed a "dinner" of Cadbury Mini Eggs, gummi bears, and Bugles. Feeling gross, I thought to myself, "I think what he really meant is that I'm younger and more attractive than he'd expected. But that would have been a weird and even more awkward thing to say."


Watched Hugo last night, finished reading The Invention of Hugo Cabret this afternoon. Quite enjoyed them both. Probably the first 3D movie I've seen in which I felt the added value of the glasses (note: I did not see Avatar in theatres), instead of wishing it were just a regular film. In the book, I like the angles and perspectives and general use of illustration. Also, I prefer the book's Isabelle to the movie's. All in all, you should check them both out. Don't be scared by the book's thickness; half of it is illustration.

Love the themes of belonging, purpose. Love the clockwork focus as well. I love clocks; it's hereditary.


I woke up this morning singing this song. On the weekend, I told a friend about it as she relayed her story of a nice but far-too-young boy attempting to pick her up.

(I do draw the line at 23, because it is weird to think of dating someone the same age as or younger than my (bigger) baby brother.)

I also tried to tell my friends about this song by The Go Gos. My first attempt at singing the chorus was a miserable failure. Only after I youtubed it did they believe that I wasn't making it all up on the spot. Sigh. Career as a musician officially a no-go.


Happy Birthday to my brother, Stephen. He wasn't impressed when I tried convincing him that "thirty is the new twenty." Enjoy the party at the Mandarin. Wish I could be there.


Today was my first doctor's appointment in roughly three years. Follow-up appointments and referrals now in the works. Peeing into a cup is always tricky. And apparently, telling the nurse, "They usually draw blood from my right arm..." is too indirect. Instead of allowing a second attempt on my left arm, I calmed my voice and hid the tears in my eyes long enough to say, "Please. Use my right arm." It was a relief to realize she was using a butterfly needle for this go-round.


Hanson concert is in nine days. I think it's time Nadine and I start queuing up the albums...


I should eat dinner. Especially after last night's debacle.


Popular posts from this blog

I Like to Keep My Issues Drawn

It's Sunday night and I am multi-tasking. Paid some bills, catching up on free musical downloads from the past month, thinking about the mix-tape I need to make and planning my last assignment for writing class.

Shortly, I will abandon the laptop to write my first draft by hand. But until then, I am thinking about music.

This song played for me earlier this afternoon, as I attempted to nap. I woke up somewhere between 5 and 5:30 this morning, then lay in bed until 8 o'clock flipping sides and thinking about every part of my life that exists. It wasn't stressful, but it wasn't quite restful either...This past month, I have spent a lot of time rebuffing lies and refusing to believe that the inside of my heart and mind can never change. I feel like Florence + The Machine's song "Shake it Out" captures many of these feelings & thoughts.

(addendum: is the line "I like to keep my issues strong or drawn?" Lyrics sites have it as "strong," …

Simone Weil: On "Forms of the Implicit Love of God"

Simone Weil time again! One of the essays in Waiting for God is entitled "Forms of the Implicit Love of God." Her main argument is that before a soul has "direct contact" with God, there are three types of love that are implicitly the love of God, though they seem to have a different explicit object. That is, in loving X, you are really loving Y. (in this case, Y = God). As for the X of the equation, she lists:

Love of neighbor Love of the beauty of the world Love of religious practices and a special sidebar to Friendship
“Each has the virtue of a sacrament,” she writes. Each of these loves is something to be respected, honoured, and understood both symbolically and concretely. On each page of this essay, I found myself underlining profound, challenging, and thought-provoking words. There's so much to consider that I've gone back several times, mulling it over and wondering how my life would look if I truly believed even half of these things...

Here are a few …

Esse - Czeslaw Milosz

I'm on a bit of a poetry binge this week, and Monday afternoon found me lying on the luxurious shag rug of a friend's tiny apartment, re-reading some of my favourite poets (ee cummings, William Carlos Williams, Czeslaw Milosz). It is an adventure to re-open a collection and wonder what will pop out, knowing something you've read before will strike you afresh, or you will be reminded of a particularly moving line that you had somehow forgotten. Like this piece from Milosz, which floors me.

Every. damn.* time.

The first time I read it, I lay in a park with a friend (this same friend who offered me her rug as my reading burrow) and demanded that I share it with her. I spoke it carefully, and then, into the post-reading silence, I slammed the book shut, and dropped it as loudly as I could onto the grass.

"I'm never reading anything again," I declared, "What else is there to say?"


I looked at that face, dumbfounded. The lights of m├ętro stations flew…