Archive for March, 2010


Tuesday, March 30th, 2010

One of Wesley’s favourite hobbies is stalking people on Facebook, checking through pictures, looking at people’s friends, finding things out. On the one hand this is creepy but on the other, if people put their info out there then what’s wrong with looking at it?

Today I was working on a paper when he arrived at my door and told me that there was something that I had to see that had totally blown his mind. Was it that his hair was standing up? I asked. He had been wearing the hood of his hoodie earlier and there were several large chunks of hair on his head that defied gravity. It made him look as shocked and amazed as he sounded.

He said that no, it was that he was looking at people’s photos on Facebook and he had come across one that was taken in our kitchen.

And so it was! It was someone who we used to go to school with, and who I used to be in dance school with. We checked through all her photos and found one of her in what is unmistakably our bathroom. Crazy!

So he messaged her and found out that apparently she lived in our suite before we did.

She said we should probably put out ant traps now…

Brush up your Shakespeare

Monday, March 29th, 2010

I was sitting on the Skytrain on my way home from school when a guy sat down beside me and leaned in toward me to look at my book.

Him: To be or not to be… What are you reading?

Me: It’s about copyright law.

Him: For school?

Me: No, for fun.

Him: So like to be or not to be.

Me: Not really.

Him: What do you like reading? Like novels or fantasy or science-fiction or…

Me: I like non-fiction.

Him: … I like Shakespeare, like to be or not to be from Romeo and Juliet.

I think if you’re going to misquote Shakespeare you should probably do it with quotes from plays that no-one’s read, like Cymbeline or Richard III, not the two most famous ones that get read to death in high schools worldwide.

But I don’t know, that’s just me.

The gloves endeth.

Saturday, March 27th, 2010


I just need to weave in the ends of these before they’re done. As you can see, there are a lot of them, and that’s only the half that are visible. I’ve been putting this off for a while now.

For the past four months these have been my knitting club project. I could have finished them at least four times faster but unlike a lot of the other projects I have going, they are very portable. I’ve taken these gloves every Thursday night and my progress report has become a regular feature.

When I lost steam I started bringing other projects with me, but when I brought them out of my bag, people would ask me about my fabulous man gloves were and I’d begrudgingly pull them out and force myself to knit another finger.

The first one I knit from a pattern, sort of. I had the charts but the instructions were vague and didn’t seem to match the picture. I ended up doing a lot of my own math to figure it out. After that I had to take the book back to the library so I knit the second one by looking at the first.

The result is that I have acquired probably more status than I deserve, as that person who knits crazy-complicated-looking stuff without an apparent pattern.

The other night a lady approached us and started talking about maybe coming and learning how to crochet. She was looking at everyone’s projects and getting really enthusiastic but when she turned toward me and saw my gloves she seemed to lose interest. She said that she could never knit like that and then the conversation was over.

This doesn’t happen often but it bothers me every time it does. I hate having this this effect on people. It’s not a competition. No one gets judged or penalized for their lack of experience or ability.

Not to mention, I do things every once in a while that remind me that I kind of suck at knitting.

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See how the cardigan folds itself together like an accordion on the one side there? I decided to knit the button bands on and I got lazy, thinking that if I just picked up every second stitch that everything would work out fine. The nice thing about only knitting in every second stitch is that you’re finished so much faster! The bad thing is that you bind off, try it on and find that it’s totally gibbled and it’s your own fault for not thinking it through.

I do this stuff a lot.

So there you go. I’m a hack. I fly by the seat of my pants. I plunge into things without looking at the instructions and then I screw up and usually don’t show you when I do.


Friday, March 26th, 2010

i'm a lot like you.

I headed down to the library today to find some books for my paper. I’m researching a topic that I assumed I would find a lot of information on, but I’m not really coming up with much. Today I grabbed a stack of books that will probably only be moderately useful because I didn’t want to go home empty-handed.

It’s all adding to my growing sense of dissatisfaction with school right now. I’m having a really hard time staying motivated to do anything. A year and a half ago I hit a wall and suddenly school got really hard and I lost interest in it. The only reason I can think of as to why I’m still there is that I’ve put off applying for grad school three times now. Now I feel like I need some time off.

“You! Do you know how to work these things?” a lady asked me as I approached the self-checkout.

“Sure,” I said, “do you have your card?” I proceeded to walk her through checking out two books on chess strategy. She told me she didn’t trust computers at all and read over the receipt carefully to ensure that everything had worked. “Thanks,” she said, “I knew you were friendly when I saw you!”

I don’t really know how to end this post tonight. Part of me says the extremely awkward check out at the grocery store today deserves a mention and the other part of me says it’s really not that interesting. It’s just that the clerk took a very long time to ring my four items through because he had to stop and stare awkwardly at me and make comments about what I was purchasing. “Peanuts,” he said, “you must like peanuts… Maybe you could make peanut butter…”

I told the full story to my roommate and acted out his part. Based on what I showed her she concluded that he might have been stoned, but I think it’s more likely that he was new and trying to make conversation and not doing a very good job of it.

Chameleon at the Bourbon

Thursday, March 25th, 2010



There is a little Santa toy that has been floating around the house for the past few weeks. He has a pull cord and he shakes his head when you pull it. It drives the cat nuts, which is pretty much the only way it gets used, other than Wesley’s chatroulette experiment.

Late last night we were being silly and decided that maybe he should keep Santa in his breast pocket during his band’s show. The result was a lot of pictures that I’ll probably post tomorrow.

We laughed about it a lot at the time but I don’t think I actually expected him to do it. If you look closely you can see it in the second picture.

Mary-Lee, Mye and I stopped for dinner at Nuba beforehand and shared a bottle of wine so when I got to the show I was feeling kind of sleepy and not really in the mood to take pictures. Luckily the lighting was pretty decent so I didn’t have to take very many to get a few I was happy with.



Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010

an experiment

Everything I own has grown legs. It started just after the Olympics with the sudden disappearance of the lens cap for my camera.

It’s not so much that everything is a mess. Everything’s always a mess around me. Clutter always manages to find places to roost in the corners while I go on with my life, oblivious to it all. I have a pretty high tolerance for clutter which makes it hard for me to even recognize that it’s there.

I don’t notice or do anything about it until I lose something. In this case, the companion to the knitting needle you see in the picture above. Shortly after I took that picture it completely disappeared.

Today it is the usb cord for my camera. The last time I saw it was 2:00 today. Now it seems it has vanished. It can’t have gone far but it’s nowhere to be found.

I don’t think it’s that my room is a mess. I can always find things in the clutter. I think that it has more to do with the fact that the Olympics disrupted my schedule for two weeks. Things I would have used regularly sat wherever they are hiding and I’ve forgotten where they are.

I keep saying this but tomorrow I’m going to clean my room. I’m getting tired of not being able to find things.


Saturday, March 20th, 2010

r.i.p. blender

The blender leapt out of the fridge to it’s death Wednesday. It smashed all over the floor in a pool of smoothie and broken glass, some of which I think I may have found with my foot yesterday morning.

Either that or it was the glass my roommate broke two weeks ago or the spice jar I broke last week.

I can’t always tell when the pieces are little. I can’t see it but I can feel it. It’s a little itchy but I’m not going to worry about it much. I heard that your body ejects those sorts of things after a while. I’m not so sure that that is true. I have a piece of glass stuck in my right foot that’s been in there for years. I don’t usually notice it but sometimes when I remember it’s there I poke and squish it around. That kind of hurts. I really should leave it alone.

Either way I’m not keen on going to the doctor to have it taken out. Been there, done that. It was pretty unpleasant, far more unpleasant than just leaving the glass in.

I helped my roommate clean up the blender but later I rescued the pieces from the garbage and washed them. The glass is pretty thick. I’m not sure exactly what I’m going to do with it just yet. I’ll make something out of it eventually.

I brought it home to my parents, where I am right now. My father grinned bemusedly because this is the sort of thing he would do too, bringing random crap home to make art projects that have not yet been defined.


Thursday, March 18th, 2010

CODE @ Great Northern Way

Mye spent the entire Olympics working so she missed out on all the cultural programming around the city. The one thing that she really wanted to see was the CODE Live interactive art exhibits at Great Northern Way. The website said that they were over but as I was taking the bus back from the Museum of Anthropology last week, I noticed that the dates had been changed on the signs outside, so I got excited and ran home to tell her.

We decided that today we would go see the exhibit before she went to work but arrived to find a brand new fence around the area and no one around. It was kind of disappointing.

I showed her my pictures of the exhibit from the Olympics but it’s not really the same.

CODE at Great Northern Way

CODE at Great Northern Way

CODE at Great Northern Way

Chains: fun and tedious

Wednesday, March 17th, 2010

I’m not used to the time change just yet. Maybe if I had to get up at regular hours I would. I’m still finding myself looking out the window, seeing the sun, thinking of all the things I can do in the day and then suddenly realizing that I have to leave for class.

So… I am out of food because the grocery trip I was going to fit in before class didn’t happen. The good thing is that during silver class I’m so absorbed in whatever I’m doing that I don’t usually realize that I’m hungry.

I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do with this chain I’ve made. It’s actually two pieces because I didn’t have time to solder them together and also managed to melt a couple of the links that were supposed to join them together. Maybe I’ll make some more. Today was the last class, so I’m going to have to find the torch heads I’m missing at home.

For a while I considered turning them into dangly earrings. I held them up to my ears and they seemed to be a good length, either as long chains or held in half. But once I started moving my head around they made a noise.

I’m sure that if I ever wore them the sound and the swinging would drive me nuts. This is not so much because they dangle, but because wearing them would make me flick my head around far more often. It’s like when you have a bruise and you’re compelled to poke it repeatedly even though you know it hurts. I’m sure I’m not the only one that does this.


Tuesday, March 16th, 2010

A touch of the old ennui has settled on me and it’s making it hard for me to write. It was tugging at my coattails during the Olympics, perched on my shoulders shortly afterward and is now sprawled out like a stole around my neck.

You know it’s pretty bad when complete strangers notice it, which has happened this week.

I’m not really sure what to do about it. It’s not really all that bad. It’s just there. It doesn’t seem to want to be dislodged.

I should go take some pictures or something, get out of the house and do something, or make something or something. I can’t help thinking that the things I do are just a distraction from what’s always there.

But I should stop whining. What I really should do is finish knitting this pair of gloves:

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If they take more than about four hours to finish I would be surprised, but they’ve been on the needles for a very long time. I kind of lost steam.