Archive for August, 2010


Saturday, August 28th, 2010

MOV-ie Night

Some photos from Museum of Vancouver’s MOV-ie Night earlier this week. A few more are posted on my flickr.

I was watching the footage that I took earlier this week and there’s one point where we’re outside and the camera shakes quite a bit. We were filming beside a marsh in a cloud of mosquitoes. I could feel them biting me but there was nothing I could do about it because the camera was rolling and I was holding it still.

But at one point I saw one land on my arm and I watched it begin to bite me. I was overcome by a powerful urge to whack it. I did finally. I hit it with the camera and smeared it across my shoulder. That’s why the camera goes all crazy at that point on the tape. I’m going to edit that part out.

I’m not safe at home either. I hear them all night. The sound keeps me awake.

One night I heard one and flipped on my light to see if I could find it. After an exhaustive search of the room, I found it on the wall right near my pillow. Apparently it had already gotten to me because when I slapped it blood smeared all over the wall. Lovely.

I’m kind of allergic to mosquito bites. One or two isn’t really a problem but if I have more than that it seems to be too much for me to handle and they all flare up. I don’t even have to touch them. Just wearing clothes or having my bedsheets touch them is enough to turn them into angry, swollen welts.

The only way to deal with them seems to be to take a heavy dose of antihistamines and then sleep it off, which is what I intend to do shortly. I’m feeling drowsy already.

Yes, I’m talking about my mosquito bites again. Yes, I’m aware that this is about as interesting as the week I spent talking about our lawn.

MOV-ie Night


Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

the claw!

Today I managed to pick up several mosquito bites while filming at a farm in Steveston. I was really good about not scratching them then and they didn’t really bother me much for most of the day but now that it is the evening, inexplicably they itch like hell.

I have a couple blog posts in the works about my thoughts on the trip to Steveston and I’ll link to them when they hit the web.

Until then, my arms are all itchy and swollen. I considered buying some antihistamines but when I finally made it to the grocery store I forgot I needed them. I probably wouldn’t have gotten any if I’d remembered. I’m always scandalized by the price of drugs. I’ll divide the price by the number of pills and always come to the conclusion that they’re way too expensive.

Admittedly I don’t know what goes into making them. Maybe it’s an expensive process. All I know is that a bottle of Tylenol is 20% of my monthly grocery budget and that means that I probably won’t buy it. I don’t really need it anyways.

That migraine that spanned last Wednesday and Thursday? For a while there light was making me nauseous but I got through it without taking any drugs. I’m impervious to pain, just not itching.

The itching is going to drive me insane.


Monday, August 23rd, 2010


“Like a headless chicken – do you have that phrase?” Mye asked me. She was pleased that we have something similar in English. I feel like I should put more time into this blog but then I don’t because I’m busy with other things. I’m running these days, sometimes literally.

Maybe I would not have this issue if I had an iphone*. Maybe things would be better if I was plugged in all the time. Somehow I doubt this. As much as I love the internet it is a poor substitute for actually going out and doing things. After almost fifteen years of being connected to the web via hypodermic needle I’m weaning myself off it.

I think there’s value in slowing down, in being understimulated, in browsing, staring out the window and being bored. How else are you supposed to think if you don’t?

I’ve always thought that people with bluetooth headsets look kind of stupid. They make sense in an office setting where you take a lot of calls and need your hands free, but outside of the office?

I know it’s supposed to be a sign of status. It’s supposed to signify that you are important enough that you take a lot of calls so you have the technology to enable you to handle it all. You have the money to put into having these gadgets that you wear on yourself. You’re dedicated.

But what it says to me is that you are physically and mentally held to a schedule that is not your own. You never disengage. You’re never not at work. Whoever owns you has you at their complete disposal.


So says the person who’s checking her work email on a Sunday.

* Though a good friend urges me to not forget Android because it is open source.

How to spend a Saturday

Sunday, August 22nd, 2010

cake in a mug:

2 tbsp each: flour, sugar, cocoa
1 tbsp each: milk, oil
1 egg

Mix thoroughly in a mug, then add a handfull of chocolate chips.

cake in a mug:

Lick your fingers.

cake in a mug:

Microwave for 1:30.

zombie movies are awesome.

Zombie movies are awesome.



well, yeah.

Well, yeah.

Phantom bugs

Saturday, August 21st, 2010


Today was my long-awaited day off and I used it to check a bunch of stale things off my to do list. It wasn’t particularly exciting but it was nice to have a mostly quiet day to myself.

The cat has taken up sleeping on the bathroom floor. I think she might be stalking something in there and I’m not sure I want to know what it is. It’s hard to say. Sometimes the cat chases things that are not there, so maybe there’s nothing in the bathroom. But it’s likely that there is because this house seems to contain every insect imaginable.

I’m sure that if there is something in the bathroom I’ll find it eventually. She’s not a very good hunter. I kind of wish she was.

Work work balance

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

granville st

The area around where I work has great photowalk potential. So many things to see in all directions. I keep meaning to go out and take some pictures during my lunch break, except that I don’t really take lunch breaks. I guess that’s an issue, but it’s only for a short period of time so I don’t really mind. I enjoy not being on a clock.

But it all means that most nights I come home, sit down here and don’t know what to write. I’m not in the habit of talking much about work on my blog, but it seems that that is what takes up the majority of my time.

I’ve been busy working on the new exhibit at Museum of Vancouver. It opens next Wednesday. Among other things, we’re looking for home canning to put on display. If you’ve got any you’re willing to part with, I’d love to hear from you!

Once I get a couple projects at work off my plate I’m going to have some more time off to do some other things. Blogging is definitely on that list, as is doing summer stuff. I never get to do summer stuff.


Wednesday, August 11th, 2010


I find it amazing that there are so many blackberries on the bushes near where we live. It’s not the fact that the bushes are so prolific but that no one picks berries around here. That’s alright though. More for me! My hands are all scratched up but I don’t mind because it’s only temporary and I have a lot of berries to eat.

One thing I’m hoping is temporary is the stabby pain I have been feeling in my lower back. I’m not entirely sure where it came from but it can go back there.

I put some clean sheets on my bed. The cat sat on the mattress in eager anticipation and predictably went nuts when I started putting the sheets on. What is it about cats and bedsheets? They all seem to do it.

Now that my bed is made she’s jumping up and down and trying to burrow into the quilt as if there’s something in there.


Friday, August 6th, 2010

I was kind of expecting a quiet evening at home because I’ve been having a stressful week at work but I came home to the above. I love my roommates.

Duel to the death

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010

Screen shot 2010-08-03 at 4.03.42 PM

I had another bad night’s sleep last night. It seemed like every time I was just about to drift off to sleep I heard the persistent whine of a mosquito near my ear. I’d lay there and try to ignore it for as long as I could but inevitably I’d get really annoyed and turn on the light so I could find it.

Of course it was impossible to find because the sudden brightness would blind me and I’d spend a few minutes squinting around without much luck. Eventually I would give up and try to go back to sleep, only to have it return to buzz in my ear again.

This repeated itself a few times over the course of about two hours. One time I heard it buzzing behind my head in the dark. I reached out and whacked the back of my head and I must have hit it because the pitch of the buzzing climbed and it sounded like it was tangled in my hair for a while.

I finally decided to just keep the light on. Clearly I wasn’t going to sleep until it was dead. Eventually I found it hanging out on my curtain and squished it. It wasn’t until then that I was finally able to sleep.

I’m now dreading a repeat of last night. There is a new mosquito hanging out on the ceiling just above me. The ceiling in my room is not conducive to killing bugs. It’s a lumpy plaster that gives good camouflage to bugs and prevents you from squishing or whacking them with a fly swatter or a towel.

However, when you do try squishing them, just touching the ceiling unleashes a hailstorm of little plaster chunks and I manage to get plaster under my fingernails. Hopefully I’ll fall asleep before it gets to me.

March of the Penguins

Monday, August 2nd, 2010

One of my projects right now is to put together some film footage for a project we’re working on at work. One of the films I have to do has to be shots that evoke winter. I have a tight deadline and no real budget for stock so I went looking for snow.

My mom was good enough to drive me to the arena where we found a kind of pathetic looking glacier of zamboni snow that looks cool on film, though it doesn’t necessarily have the right feel… Little icebergs calving into parking lot puddles kind of evokes March of the Penguins more than winter in Vancouver.

It’s August. I do the best I can.