Thursday, April 29, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
My Rite of Passage
Ladies and gentlemen, it has happened. After all of these years, I have officially been dumped. Ouch.
If I'm being honest, I received the news while watching, of all things, ANTM. If I'm not being honest, I received the news while engaging in a heated online debate concerning the provision of medicines to the developing world and the rights of Big Pharma in their quest for extended intellectual property rights. Either way, when I read what I read I experienced such an odd feeling - this hot ball of energy originated in my chest and emanated throughout my entire body, to my fingertips and toes.
I had three thoughts within the next few minutes. The first was that I had to know why. The email had been less than clear on this point. I just really needed to know. The second thought I had was that the worst thing about being dumped was that I was going to have to tell people. A few of my friends and family pointed out to me later that if I thought this was the worst part, I was going to be just fine. The third thought I'll get to in a minute.
Well, I met up with the fellow in question shortly after and am pleased to report that things are just peachy. I was given a more extensive reason, and one that I can certainly relate to, so I didn't feel too badly about myself, or the parting. I believe I have told everyone that needs telling, and it turns out that wasn't so bad after all. Not that I want to go through it again anytime soon, but all in all, people were just very supportive and I didn't experience the level of embarrassment I had expected.
This brings me to my last thought in those few minutes after the dumpage, which was: I should blog about this...
If I'm being honest, I received the news while watching, of all things, ANTM. If I'm not being honest, I received the news while engaging in a heated online debate concerning the provision of medicines to the developing world and the rights of Big Pharma in their quest for extended intellectual property rights. Either way, when I read what I read I experienced such an odd feeling - this hot ball of energy originated in my chest and emanated throughout my entire body, to my fingertips and toes.
I had three thoughts within the next few minutes. The first was that I had to know why. The email had been less than clear on this point. I just really needed to know. The second thought I had was that the worst thing about being dumped was that I was going to have to tell people. A few of my friends and family pointed out to me later that if I thought this was the worst part, I was going to be just fine. The third thought I'll get to in a minute.
Well, I met up with the fellow in question shortly after and am pleased to report that things are just peachy. I was given a more extensive reason, and one that I can certainly relate to, so I didn't feel too badly about myself, or the parting. I believe I have told everyone that needs telling, and it turns out that wasn't so bad after all. Not that I want to go through it again anytime soon, but all in all, people were just very supportive and I didn't experience the level of embarrassment I had expected.
This brings me to my last thought in those few minutes after the dumpage, which was: I should blog about this...
Friday, April 23, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Drumming
There's this guy who is always in the park outside my apartment "drumming". He brings one drum and hits it at semi-regular intervals, occasionally offering his chanting as accompaniment. He is terrible.
Usually people who go to the park with their instruments are great and very musical, and they are often encouraged by the other park goers who sometimes clap and sometimes demand more. I don't think anyone has ever asked this guy to keep going; but perhaps as polite Canadians we're all too nice to ask him to stop.
Usually people who go to the park with their instruments are great and very musical, and they are often encouraged by the other park goers who sometimes clap and sometimes demand more. I don't think anyone has ever asked this guy to keep going; but perhaps as polite Canadians we're all too nice to ask him to stop.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Lighting
I have been told that I am lighting sensitive. To me, it's just really obvious when the lighting outside is beautiful, but it seems not everyone shares my enthusiasm. I'm not at all an expert in photography, but whenever I see excellent lighting, one of the first things I think of is how great the colours and shades are for taking pictures. This usually happens at dusk, and I'm sure it would happen at dawn but I'm usually drooling on my pillow at that hour. Hot, I know. Moving on...I was inspired this early evening to take a picture to showcase the lighting, and was saddened that the picture does not do nature justice. I recognize though, that this isn't the camera's fault, but mine. I wish I knew more about photography.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Post the First...
I should probably just write and publish something so that the whole concept seems less foreign. It helps that I had a couple of drinks and am currently consumed by an emotion that is more than just neutral.
I just realized that it is quite odd to write for an audience of one, maybe two. It seems like I should be addressing these people individually. Blogging under your real name feels very different from commenting anonymously on various internet postings, not that that is something I do often.
I recently came across the account of someone I know (knew, really) quite by accident. This person is anonymously commenting frequently on a social news website (Wikipedia told me this is what this site is called...I wouldn't have necessarily given it a name that was so...legitimate sounding). Once I realized that I knew who this was, I spent quite a while poring over their posts - some of which were quite intelligent, some which were quite funny and some which I would have been happier having not read. I wondered what this person would think if they knew I found them and they were no longer anonymous. And how my posts would change if I was anonymous.
Well, here I am, going the non-anonymous route with this blog. I'll behave myself to a certain extent. Because really, as most of us know by now, people in this day and age take the whole politically correct thing a bit too far. But perhaps that's for another post.
I just realized that it is quite odd to write for an audience of one, maybe two. It seems like I should be addressing these people individually. Blogging under your real name feels very different from commenting anonymously on various internet postings, not that that is something I do often.
I recently came across the account of someone I know (knew, really) quite by accident. This person is anonymously commenting frequently on a social news website (Wikipedia told me this is what this site is called...I wouldn't have necessarily given it a name that was so...legitimate sounding). Once I realized that I knew who this was, I spent quite a while poring over their posts - some of which were quite intelligent, some which were quite funny and some which I would have been happier having not read. I wondered what this person would think if they knew I found them and they were no longer anonymous. And how my posts would change if I was anonymous.
Well, here I am, going the non-anonymous route with this blog. I'll behave myself to a certain extent. Because really, as most of us know by now, people in this day and age take the whole politically correct thing a bit too far. But perhaps that's for another post.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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