Saturday, November 2, 2013
Friday, October 18, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
A new purchase
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Friday, August 30, 2013
Real Women
Wise words from Hanne Blank:
"Excuse me while I throw this down, I’m old and cranky and tired of hearing the idiocy repeated by people who ought to know better.
Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as babies of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions.Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them.Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides.Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not.Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.There is a phrase I wish I could engrave upon the hearts of every single person, everywhere in the world, and it is this sentence which comes from the genius lips of the grand and eloquent Mr. Glenn Marla:There is no wrong way to have a body.I’m going to say it again because it’s important: There is no wrong way to have a body.And if your moral compass points in any way, shape, or form to equality, you need to get this through your thick skull and stop with the “real women are like such-and-so” crap.You are not the authority on what “real” human beings are, and who qualifies as “real” and on what basis. All human beings are real.Yes, I know you’re tired of feeling disenfranchised. It is a tiresome and loathsome thing to be and to feel. But the tit-for-tat disenfranchisement of others is not going to solve that problem. Solidarity has to start somewhere and it might as well be with you and me."
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Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Rock the Casbah by Myself
I woke up this morning with an awkward medley of Rock the Casbah and All By Myself stuck in my head. A hilarious creation of my nocturnal subconscious and lingering evidence that something weird went down in dreamland last night.
I've always had incredibly vivid and strange dreams, but these days they escape my memory minutes after I've opened my eyes. This makes me sad because I love the amused look on Jean's face when I tell him the latest.
As I was walking to the office this morning, I saw a man in a suit on his knees in the mall, picking up a dozen Timbits in different flavours scattered all over the ground, the empty Tim Hortons box he'd dropped lying on it's side not too far away. It's really insignificant on the scale of bad things that can happen to someone, but it damn near made me cry. I'm such a sucker for these kinds of "sad" situations, I don't know why the hell I'm such a jellyfish for this type of thing, but I always have been and forever will be.
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Monday, August 19, 2013
It's nice to have a garden...
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Labels: food, home, jean's house, life, photo
Sunday, August 18, 2013
This.
This is how I feel right now.
I'm not super elated or excited. I'm not bursting at the seams. I'm just...
So I'll avoid that topic for now (and perhaps forever) and instead say that I did two 30km rides this week on my bike, and a few shorter ones, and in the last two weeks since I've started riding my bike more often, I've been feeling really:
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Labels: life
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Maturity in Our Thirties
Me: I "reformatted" in the last couple days
Me: Wiped out my iPhoto and iTunes library, starting from scratch
Me: Ended up going with Aperture
VW: I didn't have a pref
VW: Just thought that long term wise, I'd rather go with Adobe than Apple for editing photos
Me: Yeah... I went Aperture cause I thought it might play nicer with my Mac... I don't know...
VW: LIGHTROOM 4 EVA
Me: SHUTUP
VW: UR PIX SUX
Me: UR FACE SUX
VW: OMGZ UR SO DED
Me: U GONNA KILL ME WITH LIGHTROOM?
VW: GONNA KUT UR FACE WITH MY MACBOOK AIR
Me: Hahahaha
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Labels: chats
Monday, July 29, 2013
Baby Steps
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Labels: life
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Tomorrow's Friday
A glass of wine and some good cheese was waiting for me when I got home from work today, and I've got to say, it did wonders in quelling the intense envy I've been feeling toward my boyfriend for having taken two weeks off work. Dragging myself out of bed every morning when he's sound asleep and looking like the picture of pure bliss and comfort in a pile of blankets and pillows has not been easy.
We've been talking about taking off for ten days in October and have been weighing our options. Nothing official yet, but seclusion, relaxation and amazing scenery are high on our list of criteria. I've been looking at private house rentals in Portugal with patios overlooking the sea, and it looks so alluring that I just want to teleport there NOW and not have to do any planning or counting down the weeks.
Some beef brochettes just went on the grill and they smell so fucking good. I don't love cooking, but damn, I love to eat!
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Saturday, July 20, 2013
Oh, hey!
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Labels: life
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
On relaxing
The train lulls me to sleep most mornings, if it's quiet enough. I love the train, it's the best form of public transportation. It's clean, always on time, dependable and best of all, there's a silent understanding among most passengers that the train is a quiet place. Unlike buses, trains are not at the mercy of traffic, and unlike the metro, trains are well ventilated and air conditioned and I can stare out of the window at the passing scenery and daydream.
There's a stretch of green between two stations that's my favourite. I often see deer there, which always makes me excited. I've lived my entire life in the city and you don't see deer in the city. Raccoons, skunks, rabbits, maybe. But not deer. Ever. Not long ago, I saw a fawn standing, bewildered next to the tracks. I hope it went back into the green and into safety.
I've got to learn how to relax more. I'm not a busy person by any stretch of the imagine, but I suffer from two debilitating affections: not being able to shut my brain off, and anxiety-based procrastination. Two separate issues that occasionally get tangled. At least only the latter is self-destructive.
A friend suggested I take a "relaxing bath", so I said, "yes, dear friend, I shall try that". Except I ran the water, sank into the steamy bubbles and only lasted about two minutes before thinking "I'm bored and pruny" and wanted to get out.
But... I have my quiet morning train rides, so there's that.
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Labels: life