Monthly Archives: September 2011

Self-aware in season

When did this become my city?

As I sat on the bench, overlooking the river and the highway and downtown, I hoped to get a glimpse of the satellite that supposedly rained down on Okotoks last night. The coolness of the air and the sounds of the city traffic brought on a sort of disjointed nostalgia. I remembered life before bills and boyfriends and benches – a life of star-gazing and campfires. Of wheat chaff and bush congregations. Then of the way the city smelled and sounded at night in the first years I lived in one – crisp, new, thrilling.

I think it’s the time of year affecting my sensibilities as it always does. And yet I wonder – how did I get to the here and now? On this bench, peering over this river? When did Calgary become mine?

I saw no satellite, no glimmer of light crashing toward the earth. Instead I saw an intricate moment of time and being. What a great way to ring in autumn.


Communication is change

This will not be news to those closest to me, but I am totally in love with social media. It is utterly fascinating. I don’t just mean in the keep-in-touch-with-people-you’re-better-off-forgetting sort of way, either. I find it enthralling that we have been granted the power of communication in a way that we have never seen before, and communication is very, very powerful.

Thanks to the internet and social media, we have worldwide news at our fingertips the very second we want it. We always have the most updated version of encyclopedias without spending a dime. (I remember when I thought that everything there was to know about the world was contained in those twenty-something brick-like volumes.) We have a global forum for all of our thoughts and ideas, from how awesome albino seals are to how ridiculously cool and frightening it is that we might have discovered a new planet with the ability to sustain human life.

But there’s something even more cool about social media than news and seals and space travel – social media affects lives.

It was social media that helped organize the revolutions in Tunisia and Egypt. It helped spread the word of a British Columbian three-year-old’s kidnapping faster than the speed of sound. It allows global reach for important causes, giving voice to millions who otherwise wouldn’t have one or who otherwise wouldn’t have bothered.

For my Canadian friends out there, if you haven’t already taken the time to, please read about and sign this petition that will help prevent the intrusion of our online privacy. Currently, the government is trying to pass a bill that will allow law officials to look into our internet usage without a warrant. It is likened to listening in on your personal phone calls. It is not okay.

Also, one of my favorite websites for helping to promote change worldwide is . This online petitioning website has influenced the world from the top of the political sector all the way down to single individuals. Check it out, and check it out often. (Currently, I am passionate about reducing rape in Africa.)

This isn’t my first vocal declaration of admiration for and belief in social media, and it won’t be the last. Thank you for listening!

What are your favorite ways to use social media?

Butter chicken of DOOM

As of this weekend, I don’t think I can enjoy Indian food or nuts any longer, as they were the last two things I ate before my stomach violently betrayed me. Reversely, I discovered a new addiction for ginger ale – the home remedy was the only thing that could make my stomach feel better and now I crave it often.

Ah, the flu.

At least by Sunday I was feeling better. And extremely motivated. I did three loads of laundry, two loads of dishes, burned myself on the oven twice, made supper and dessert, worked out, knitted and did my nails.

I’m not sure if I love them, but they’re different. And to me, different is usually good. Also, don’t discriminate. I’m crap at doing my nails.

If that weren’t enough, I also caught up on the rest of last season’s NCIS, just in time for it to start again Tuesday.


I woke up today noticing that my eye had a bunch of burst blood vessels. In case you missed my Facebook, here it is:

I’m sorry. Eyeballs are coool. Someone suggested that it was most likely due to being ill, repeatedly, into the toilet. I can’t think of any other reason as to why it’s there.

Today I enjoyed my first PDO by going on a 17th Avenue date with Chris. Poutine, gourmet donuts and light shopping. After, we went out separate ways – he fished, of course, and I read and enjoyed yet another pumpkin spice latte.

Thinking about getting up early to work it all off tomorrow! *snort* I’ll believe it when I see it.

Having a heckuva time being motivated to write. It’s been probably three weeks now. Any words of wisdom or threats of bodily harm to help get me going again would be greatly appreciated. My self-imposed deadlines are seeming more and more impossible by the day.

This has gone on far too long. Tell me about your weekend!


I recently switched my cell phone ringer from my usual “Sci-Fi” theme to a really eerie tone that was apparently on the Japanese horror movie, One Missed Call.

This back-fired on me last night, when my phone went off at 3:30am and scared the crap out of me. As an addition to being thrown from sleep by the creepy tune, not only was it an unknown number but it was an unknown number with a large amount of random digits (probably from a VOIP call.)

I had a heckuva time falling back to sleep, and kept thinking about the poster of the American remake of the movie:

Creepy, right?

I’m tired today. =.=

Teh Vampires

I feel guilty.

Here I could be saving lives, but I don’t.

Do you try to save lives? I’m talking about donating blood. My office even occasionally brings in Canadian Blood Services and sets them up in the gymnasium (I just recently missed this. On purpose.) I really want to give blood, I do! It’s one of the most basic, simplest ways that you can make a difference. But the last time I did (four years ago, almost to the day) I ended up taking 1.5 days off sick, just because my body couldn’t handle it.

It doesn’t help that Canadian Blood Services (otherwise known in my house the “blood suckers”, “leeches”, “vampires” or any other appropriate parallel – Chris is scared of needles and also won’t be donating anytime soon) call me pretty much every other day now. They’re currently worse than telemarketers. It’s practically harassment, but can I really be upset by what they’re harassing me for? (Although, in perspective, if anyone else called you at this frequency, asking for the squishie red juices from inside of your body, it might be deemed rather creepy. Just sayin’.)

Anyway, I never pick up. I feel too guilty, and annoyed, to bother.

What do you think? Is it time to try again? Is it worth the impending sick days? Will you pay me for time off?

Do you give blood?


It’s Friday! Before a long weekend! And although Rebecca Black said it first, Stephen Colbert says it best:

You’re welcome.

I got to work this morning to a present of buckwheat from my friend and colleague Leanne! (She’s also the awesome person who runs Healthful Pursuit. Some day I will branch out and find other blogs, but I love hers so much.) Anyway, how awesome is that?

Also on the awesome scale is the fact that starting now, I get an extra PDO – paid day off – a month! I had considered taking today off for an extra extra long weekend, but I think I would much prefer two long weekends in a month. Que diriez-vous?

Have a great long weekend, everyone!

Minutes to midnight

I’m not going to lie. As a yet-to-be-published author, I’m starting to panic a little bit. A lot of things point to the fact that the publishing industry is, in the very least, changing. It has been my life-long dream to have a traditionally published novel – in hard copy, where I can flip open the cover and smell the pages and admire the layout design.

I’m starting to feel the pressure to get my book finished and out there before the entire collapse of the printed book. (Melodramatic, much? Shush.) Heck, even I have purchased an eReader, and I always swore that it would be a “when-hell-freezes-over” sort of situation. (Although, I must admit, I still haven’t used the darn thing much.)

eBook sales are going up, up, up and big chain stores such as Borders are closing down, down, down.

A friend of mine has suggested that traditional publishing will not die, but that the mass-marketed paperback (which sells for about the same price or more than an easy-to-download eBook) will. More special prints. Less opportunities for new authors.

What do you think – do you think the printed word is doomed? If so, what do you think would happen to all of that fantastic content if the digital world died?