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Sep. 5th, 2028

Large parts of this journal are locked, but at this point, as little as I post, I am feeling okay about posting in the clear.

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Edit, July 2009: I'm not friending anyone back right now unless I actually know them. My partner died last month and I need to feel safe in my journal to say whatever I need to say. Thank you for your understanding.

Edit, February 2010: I'm still friending back fairly selectively, but comment if you want to add/me to add.

Sep. 29th, 2013

Reading h_d and naturalliving really makes me think that most humans alive in North America are not suited for actual life on a planet. We need to colonize the Moon so these people can go live somewhere without actual life outside their hermetically sealed domes.


Got back from Europe last week, promptly got sick. Conference went well, London was great, Paris was amazing, Amboise was really lovely.

In Paris on Thursday, I scattered Ranj's ashes in a flowerbed on the Champs-Élyseés. It was good. It's the first flowerbed on the right side as you walk away from the Place de la Concorde, just off the Allée-Marcel-Proust, in case you're ever in Paris and want to visit him. I thought it was a nice spot because it's just at the turn when the Tour comes back into Paris.

Jun. 16th, 2013

Finished my alien sunset painting. Next involved project I'm calling "the bee painting". Been painting some bugs and stuff in between of course. Had to get a straight edge and a protractor for it. Almost got a t-square but I managed to do it without.

Gonna paint some flowers maybe. I got some little square canvases.

Can't believe I leave on Saturday.

All my friends are doing it

1. You can ONLY answer 'Yes' or 'No'

2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks — and, believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming. Nothing is exactly as it seems.

Kissed any one of your LiveJournal friends? — Yes
Been arrested? — No
Kissed someone you didn't like? — Yes
Slept in until 5 PM? — Yes
Fallen asleep at work/school? — Yes
Held a snake? — Yes
Ran a red light? — Yes
Been suspended from school? — No
Experienced love at first sight? — No
Totalled your car in an accident? — No
Been fired from a job? — Yes
Fired somebody? — No
Sung karaoke? — No
Pointed a gun at someone? — No
Did something you told yourself you wouldn't? — Yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your eyes? — No
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? — Yes
Kissed in the rain? — Yes
Had a close brush with death (your own)? — Yes
Saw someone die? — No
Played Spin-the-Bottle? — No
Smoked a cigar? — No
Sat on a rooftop? — Yes
Smuggled something into another country? — Yes
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? — No
Broken a bone? — Yes
Skipped school? — Yes
Eaten a bug? — Yes
Sleepwalked? — Yes
Walked on a moonlit beach? — Yes
Ridden a motorcycle? — Yes
Dumped someone? — Yes
Forgotten your anniversary? — No
Lied to avoid a ticket? — Yes
Ridden in a helicopter? — Yes
Shaved your head? — No
Blacked out from drinking? — No
Played a prank on someone? — No
Hit a home run? — No
Felt like killing someone? — Yes
Cross-dressed? — No
Been falling-down drunk? — Yes
Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? — Yes
Eaten snake? — No
Marched/protested? — Yes
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? — No
Puked on an amusement ride? — No
Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? — Yes
Been in a band? - No
Knitted? — Yes
Been on TV? — Yes
Shot a gun? — Yes
Skinny-dipped? — Yes
Given someone stitches? — No
Eaten a whole habanero pepper? — Yes
Ridden a surfboard? — No
Drunk straight from a liquor bottle? — Yes
Had surgery? — No
Streaked? — No
Been taken by ambulance to a hospital? — No
Tripped on mushrooms? — No
Passed out when NOT drinking? — Yes
Peed on a bush? — Yes
Donated blood? — Yes
Grabbed electric fence? - Yes
Eaten alligator meat? - No
Eaten cheesecake? — Yes
Eaten your kids' Halloween candy? — No
Killed an animal when NOT hunting? — Yes
Peed your pants in public? — Yes
Snuck into a movie without paying? — No
Written graffiti? — Yes
Still love someone you shouldn't? — No
Think about the future? — Yes
Been in handcuffs? — Yes
Believe in love? — Yes
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? — Yes

Jun. 15th, 2013

I can't believe we leave in a week for London. ANGST. Also it would be really nice if my freaking cheque would come so I can deposit it and start waiting out the hold. NEEDS TEH MONIES.

Jun. 15th, 2013

I panned an aggressively mediocre (to passively bad) Regency romance novel on Amazon and now the author and her mum are mad at me.

Jun. 10th, 2013

Holy cow, I can do a series of vinyasas now. And I can basically do half-vinyasas back to back for quite a while.

Good lord, am I getting better? I think I may be! :)

May. 28th, 2013

Lots going on, as ever, but little of it interesting enough to bother writing about. I'm still working away on the dissertation, obv. Need to switch my focus and mess with my conference paper soon, since only half of it is written and it will need some serious editing. I also have some annoying paperwork I need to do quite soon. So that's annoying.

May. 23rd, 2013

I just said to Boy, "Being involved with a classicist means never again having to say 'gosh, I haven't heard a cool story in a while." I thought about it some and then said "Although I suppose at some point you might want to say 'STOP TELLING ME WHAT SOME DEAD DUDE SAID ABOUT DICKS.'"

May. 19th, 2013

I started using Wen a couple weeks ago. I'd been curious since catching a late-night infomercial, so I got a sample of the Fig flavour whilst I was in Vegas (they don't have Fig in Sephora in Canada) and gave it a try. Amusingly, when Boy met up with me in the Sephora where I was killing time and getting the sample, turns out he used to use Wen and loved it. On his mohawk. *grin*

But yeah, so I've been using it since it finally arrived (had to order it online) and I am insanely happy with it. I'll still have to use shampoo occasionally just because I'm blonde and sometimes you gotta strip, but occasionally so far is once in all the time I've been using it. So that's kind of nice.

I'm leaving for the UK in a month. Eek.

May. 8th, 2013

Working on the dissertation, have met with my two Latin 200 tutoring students, meeting with my Greek 200 tutoring student either later this week or next week. Still bouncing around trying to take one of all the yoga classes my gym offers, figuring out who my favourite teachers are. There's a convenient class on Tuesday-Thursday, time-wise, that I tried yesterday and while I wasn't super thrilled with the teacher at the beginning of the class, by the end I really did feel like I had been worked hard, and he does some different poses than some of the other classes I take. That's probably a good thing though!

I need to actually find some stupid Aerogarden bulbs, as mine need replaced. They are stupidly hard to get in Canada for some reason. The places that sell Aerogardens don't sell the bulbs. (Please do not offer solutions. I know what I have to do to get the bulbs, I'm just grumpy about it!)

Speaking of stupid, it was 70 on Sunday and *80* on Monday and the things that make my apartment cosy in the winter make it stupidly hot if the temp goes up suddenly, so it was over 82 (not sure how much over) in my apartment for two days and almost unbearable. But I can't work anywhere else right now very effectively if I need all my books because my laptop is currently a desktop so that's annoying. Oh well. I've been using my drying rack and laundry as kind of a makeshift swamp cooler in my bedroom, which stays cooler anyway, and last night it was really lovely.

Hoping it'll be sunny and warm on Friday so I can hit the beach and get some more bikini time in. I only have two spots of sunburn from bikini time on Sunday and I'm hopeful they'll resolve in time to get some more sun. I find it amusing that I spent so long actively avoiding the sun and now, mostly because there's so little of it up here, I am OBSESSED with it. But that'll happen when you live somewhere that for most of the year doesn't get enough sunlight to make vitamin D. Not enough vitamin D--ANY vitamin D.

My Wen came finally. I ordered through Sephora because first of all I don't like subscription-style body product services and second, Wen Canada doesn't have the fig, which is what I like. (I got samples while I was in Vegas and really liked it.) So gonna give it a real try, for the length of the bottle at least.

Anyway, that's what up.


Best yoga class ever. There's a particular teacher that I really really like and this was her power yoga. It was hard work but I felt so good after it, and so strong during it. I was resistant to the yoga thing because it's a such a Vancouver trope (I mean, we are the home of Lululemon) but it is so great. I had reached the point where I was totally plateaued with my usual workouts, and yoga has really energized me and made me feel like I'm working again. I'd gotten to the point with cardio where making it hard enough work actually meant making it so hard on my joints that I was starting to worry about RSIs.

I need to reintroduce cardio, but yoga is being really good to me right now. And the emphasis on focus and presence is very much about what I want my exercise to be, so it falls in well with my own beliefs about movement and exercise.

lauzeta and I are going to wander around today and I may buy a yoga mat of my own. I feel like my practice would be greatly improved by being on a mat that's not primary school blue or sputum green.

I also really like that yoga teachers (the good ones at least) really understand that bodies aren't the same, and so instead of the message that my weird proportions and old injuries are either imaginary or can't possibly affect my practice (which is what my hooping teacher kept saying, and was one reason I became more and more resistant to hooping--because my arms are fucking short, goddammit, and telling me it's my imagination and to reach harder is NOT going to make them longer!), yoga teachers say "pay attention to your body and honour its wishes--if you can't do it this way, do it that way".

Today we did a weird set of IT band stretches that made my feet act up because of my birth defect in a way they haven't done in more than 20 years. So that was kind of interesting. It made me think about the nature of my feet, and the ways that my body has learnt to compensate for my birth defect as well as to compensate for the things that the correction of it did to my feet.

This may not continue; after all, it's been less than a month. But now, in this moment, yoga makes me happy in ways that I haven't been in a while. I call that a win.


So a guy was close-following Genevieve and me up the escalator at the skytrain and then stopped us--without touching us, thank god--and said to me "I just want to say this before I never see you again. You look like a little piece of heaven."

I know he was just, you know, drunk and had shitty boundaries, but I was SO CREEPED OUT.

It is totally cool to compliment a woman on the street if you can do so without being weird, but jesus christ. That was so goddamn creepy. I don't feel complimented. I feel like crawling into the shower with a pint of ice cream and a teddy bear the size of New Zealand.

New favourite mug is new, favourite.

Doc says that I'll know if the toe is bruised or broken by when it stops hurting: two weeks, bruised, six weeks, broken. She is, if nothing else, practical.

My students took their final yesterday and aside from 3 people not putting their NAMES ON THEM (I wound up with 5 extra points somewhere and I'm considering not giving them to the students who DIDN'T PUT THEIR NAMES ON THEM), it went pretty smoothly and seemed to be of an appropriate length and level of difficulty. I had two students (good ones) finish at the hour ten mark, a bad one finish at the hour fifteen mark, and then only 5 students working until the last 15 minutes, most people finishing up in between an hour forty-five and two hours, which seems pretty good to me.

Heading out to hang with G tonight and have some dinner. Possibly calamari. Mmm. I'm aiming to get there a bit early so I can do a little more marking. I'd like to be done by Friday. We'll see.

Allergies are killing me. Fucking birch trees.

How is everybody?

Back from Vegas

Back from Vegas. For souvenirs I brought a Las Vegas Starbucks mug (there's a sort I particularly like and I like having multiple cities of it), a pulled muscle in my neck, and a broken toe.

Sadly, no exciting stories. The pulled muscle was because I had too much crap in my handbag, and the broken toe is because the tub in our room was deeper than my tub at home and I wasn't quite awake getting into it.

It's that time again!

In honour of her natal festivities, elisem is having a shiny sale!

You should go check it out--she's got some really nice stuff up right now. Also, I own a pair of the cloisonné shell earrings and I LOVE them.

(And if anyone wanted to buy me a really expensive birthday present, the necklace-crown "Modern Enchantments" is pretty cool. ;)

Crossposted from G+

Stroke jokes aren't funny.

There are a certain subset of people with very poor social skills and not so much of a sense of humour as a sort of third-grade mindset who think that jokes about stroke and stroke survivors are funny, and who love to do what I'm sure they think of as a kind of physical humour with a clawed hand, a dragging foot, and a contorted face, or to ask anyone or of anyone who does something they consider out of character or stupid "Is their face drooping? Maybe they've had a stroke."

This isn't funny. It's not clever. And if you think it is, ask yourself if you've ever heard anyone who has actually had a stroke or had a loved one or romantic partner have a stroke make one of those jokes. Nobody who has had their life affected by a stroke, either their own or someone else's, makes that kind of joke.

Having a stroke doesn't turn people into monsters or idiots. It doesn't make someone unsuited to be a romantic partner. It can change the way their brain works, it probably has changed the way their body works, and they may be more prone to emotional lability post-stroke for reasons of both changed brain function and the cumulative effects of chronic pain or disability, but I think we can all agree that this isn't the kind of thing that it's particularly nice to joke about.

Stroke is the third leading cause of death in the US and the fourth in Canada. When you drag your foot and slur to be funny, you are almost certainly doing so in front of someone who has lost a loved one to stroke, and you might be doing so in front of someone who is a survivor of stroke. That's not funny. It's just mean.

Please think about what you're saying.

Writer's Block: Occupied

Have you participated in Occupy Wall Street? Why or why not?
I live in Canada.

Writer's Block: Checking it twice

Are you on Santa’s nice or naughty list?
I'm on his "raised Christmas-free" list.


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