Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
let's talk about funny things
earlier this week i visited a "clothing optional" beach for the first time in my life. why not. i like the sun and i like skinny dipping and i like my body and so be it.
took my top off for a bit but wasn't really feeling the vibe of no other topless women (literally, not a one) just a forest of wangs as far as the eye could see. the sun felt real nice where it normally doesn't shine but every now and then i would look to the water and it was weird seeing my tits and also other people at the same time. kind of surreal. not a prude, but definitely not used to being topless in public. also a few fully-dressed people being looky-loos. not cool man. i would be weirded out by some of the outfits i saw on a REGULAR beach. slacks and a dress shirt? no.
anyway, naked people are funny.
especially when they walk around with only a knapsack on. WHY is this so funny? the juxtaposition between a naked peen and shoulder straps is too much for me.
the other thing that was amazing was hearing "OW" and looking up to see a man, a naked man, hopping around on one naked foot after stubbing his naked toe on a garbage can. A NAKED STRANGER. HOPPING. ON ONE FOOT. you can only imagine.
crossing it off the bucket list but not convinced i need to go back.
took my top off for a bit but wasn't really feeling the vibe of no other topless women (literally, not a one) just a forest of wangs as far as the eye could see. the sun felt real nice where it normally doesn't shine but every now and then i would look to the water and it was weird seeing my tits and also other people at the same time. kind of surreal. not a prude, but definitely not used to being topless in public. also a few fully-dressed people being looky-loos. not cool man. i would be weirded out by some of the outfits i saw on a REGULAR beach. slacks and a dress shirt? no.
anyway, naked people are funny.
especially when they walk around with only a knapsack on. WHY is this so funny? the juxtaposition between a naked peen and shoulder straps is too much for me.
the other thing that was amazing was hearing "OW" and looking up to see a man, a naked man, hopping around on one naked foot after stubbing his naked toe on a garbage can. A NAKED STRANGER. HOPPING. ON ONE FOOT. you can only imagine.
crossing it off the bucket list but not convinced i need to go back.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
did you know that the base of a large tim hortons coffee fits perfectly over the middle pipe of a bike stand when the top is missing? i did. these are the things you learn when you work at 5am.
did you know that stella the cat purrs so loud when she's sitting on me that it sounds like she's singing? i did.
no paws!
corn on the cob on the bbq in my mouth.
eatin pretty good.
runnin pretty good.
loaf of bread cat
cinnamon bun cat
candle for jack. sad i won't be in town for the funeral. considered changing my travel plans. actually still considering it.
the beginnings of dinner last night. veggie spaghetti and broccoli. shortly after this was taken i burned the bottom layer of veggies. good job.
drinks at three speed with julia: i left the house as it started to monsoon. when i left dufferin station i was listening to my ipod and wanted so badly to take it out of the pocket of my super thin windbreaker to put it into the zippered pocket of my bag to keep it dry but knew that by doing so it would get even wetter than it would in the pocket because the rain was going sideways and LIFE IS SO HARD.
crazy lightning storm. loved it. have always loved watching storms. have never been afraid of them because no one ever gave me a reason to be.
SO META!! think about it.
eating dinner i look in the hallway and see this:
he was just lying there. i wonder what it's like to be that relaxed?
did you know that stella the cat purrs so loud when she's sitting on me that it sounds like she's singing? i did.
no paws!
corn on the cob on the bbq in my mouth.
eatin pretty good.
runnin pretty good.
loaf of bread cat
cinnamon bun cat
candle for jack. sad i won't be in town for the funeral. considered changing my travel plans. actually still considering it.
the beginnings of dinner last night. veggie spaghetti and broccoli. shortly after this was taken i burned the bottom layer of veggies. good job.
drinks at three speed with julia: i left the house as it started to monsoon. when i left dufferin station i was listening to my ipod and wanted so badly to take it out of the pocket of my super thin windbreaker to put it into the zippered pocket of my bag to keep it dry but knew that by doing so it would get even wetter than it would in the pocket because the rain was going sideways and LIFE IS SO HARD.
crazy lightning storm. loved it. have always loved watching storms. have never been afraid of them because no one ever gave me a reason to be.
SO META!! think about it.
eating dinner i look in the hallway and see this:
he was just lying there. i wonder what it's like to be that relaxed?
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
"farting will always be funny"
PHEW after that last post, i am glad to be moving on to lighter fare.
sometimes, even when your thirty(ish), you sit around a campfire and giggle about farts. turn it way up if you want to hear the actual conversation, or don't and just watch the fire. so good.
sometimes, even when your thirty(ish), you sit around a campfire and giggle about farts. turn it way up if you want to hear the actual conversation, or don't and just watch the fire. so good.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Dad Layton
Jack Layton was a dad. not MY dad, but someone's dad. i also like to think he was Canada's dad. the guy that looked out for everyone, that made sure the "bad guys" didn't get the "little guys".
as he got more visibly sick, the thought that he was looking like my dad looked before he died needled it's way into my head. admitting this was not easy, because recognizing that in him meant it was possible that the worst was coming. it was a terrible familiarity. it didn't help that there were already many similarities between them-not just their looks, but their energies. both were strong yet gentle, dignified, diplomatic, life-of-the-party-magnetic and joyful individuals. they both faced their terrifying diseases with a brave yet humble outlook.
when someone dies of cancer (and there have been so many terrible losses amongst my friends) it inevitably takes me back to what it was like, and i remember the many horrors of watching someone you love slowly slip away and turn into someone you barely recognize. i remember the helplessness and the desperation, the pleading with "god" (or whoever) and the immense indescribable anger.
this is my dad in the hospital in november 2005:
he, on the other hand, REFUSED to be somber or depressed. constantly made jokes about mortality, or hospital food, or how stupid it was that he was stuck there. fought until we said it was ok for him to stop fighting. i wish so badly that it had turned out differently for both of them. our family is stronger than it was before, hopefully our country can pull together in the same way. live in someone's memory, do right by them. they are with you, and in you, and life has to go on. YOU choose how it does.
i have a feeling we are up to the challenge. we were shown what it is to believe in the rights of all people, and to truly believe in the potential for change. what we do with the example he made is up to us.
i went to the memorial not knowing what to expect. it was very moving, and i found myself in tears. mostly over the loss for the country - tears for him, yes, but also tears for all the people that have been so unfairly taken by this disease, and all the families who have lost them. the mood was solemn and the other people that were there slowly and respectfully milled about. i recommend you go if you can; the feeling cannot be conveyed in pictures.
i wrote "thank you", as it was really all i could muster. i am thankful for him, for everything he has done for this country, for women and families and people who are cast to the margins by a system that privileges the powerful. i am also thankful for the example he set. in a eulogy at my dad's memorial service a friend of the family said that my dad showed him how to be a man and also be close to his children-he hadn't seen that within his own family. the lesson we should learn from Jack Layton is somewhat similar - that true strength comes from caring for others and that we should do it at all costs.
as he got more visibly sick, the thought that he was looking like my dad looked before he died needled it's way into my head. admitting this was not easy, because recognizing that in him meant it was possible that the worst was coming. it was a terrible familiarity. it didn't help that there were already many similarities between them-not just their looks, but their energies. both were strong yet gentle, dignified, diplomatic, life-of-the-party-magnetic and joyful individuals. they both faced their terrifying diseases with a brave yet humble outlook.
when someone dies of cancer (and there have been so many terrible losses amongst my friends) it inevitably takes me back to what it was like, and i remember the many horrors of watching someone you love slowly slip away and turn into someone you barely recognize. i remember the helplessness and the desperation, the pleading with "god" (or whoever) and the immense indescribable anger.
this is my dad in the hospital in november 2005:
he, on the other hand, REFUSED to be somber or depressed. constantly made jokes about mortality, or hospital food, or how stupid it was that he was stuck there. fought until we said it was ok for him to stop fighting. i wish so badly that it had turned out differently for both of them. our family is stronger than it was before, hopefully our country can pull together in the same way. live in someone's memory, do right by them. they are with you, and in you, and life has to go on. YOU choose how it does.
i have a feeling we are up to the challenge. we were shown what it is to believe in the rights of all people, and to truly believe in the potential for change. what we do with the example he made is up to us.
i went to the memorial not knowing what to expect. it was very moving, and i found myself in tears. mostly over the loss for the country - tears for him, yes, but also tears for all the people that have been so unfairly taken by this disease, and all the families who have lost them. the mood was solemn and the other people that were there slowly and respectfully milled about. i recommend you go if you can; the feeling cannot be conveyed in pictures.
i wrote "thank you", as it was really all i could muster. i am thankful for him, for everything he has done for this country, for women and families and people who are cast to the margins by a system that privileges the powerful. i am also thankful for the example he set. in a eulogy at my dad's memorial service a friend of the family said that my dad showed him how to be a man and also be close to his children-he hadn't seen that within his own family. the lesson we should learn from Jack Layton is somewhat similar - that true strength comes from caring for others and that we should do it at all costs.
Monday, August 22, 2011
canisbay
first things first.
on thursday stella had some bloodwork done, and the vet called friday to say that her urea and creatinine levels have not just NOT gotten worse, not stabilized, but in fact have fallen "significantly" and that she's just outside of the normal range. she's also put on 6 ounces. this is very, very good news. it means she's feeling better, and it confirms my suspicion of a spring in her step. such a good girl.
after that was camping prep time. as always i brought couscous salad.
i'm all kinds of nerds but in the car i'm a car nerd.
this is not an uncommon sight in huntsville:
what i want to know is how one sees out the back window?
the drive was long, traffic was terrible. we made it though.
the QFF van.
our site was a walk-in, the number for which we will guard with our lives, because it is the best site ever.
big, quiet, and private water access. very rare.
just a quick walk through the woods and you're here:
saturday was humid at first, a sign of the rain to come. witness humid camping hair:
many of us had the same mug so we had to differentiate somehow. admittedly i was the only one who got so elaborate.
it rained.
we started with a drawing game. this started as an approximation of "tentaur". half tent, half horse, all lonely. it ended as whatever this is:
there was too much creativity so we decided to harness it with CARCASSONNE!!!
jay reads the rules. the many, many rules.
some people were having trouble listening.
i dunno, board games don't really do it for me. catchphrase is more my speed but i don't have it. next time.
essentials:
the rain built up and we had to divert it.
it eventually flooded the entire campsite, and filled the fire pit so that the logs were floating. once it soaked in we were still able to build a fire, but it took a while to get going.
beers were had. of course.
yeah. so, dinner was a feast. i brought the aforementioned couscous, veggies for grilling with herbs from the garden, and green salad stuff.
there were also sausages and amazing pasta.
fire time.
it was a good fire.
i rarely take pictures of packing up the next morning because i can't handle it.
ride home from algonquin requires a kawartha pit stop. they have FINALLY provided the flavour list with descriptions so you can choose before getting to the front of the line and asking the miserable 16 year old to tell you the difference between bear claw and wolf paws for the 10,000th time. i got muskoka mocha, one i never would have gotten if i didn't know there were chocolate chunks. makes all the difference.
it was dreamy.
this goat is standing on a rock in the middle of the field.
just hanging out.
some pretty serious skies on the way back.
on thursday stella had some bloodwork done, and the vet called friday to say that her urea and creatinine levels have not just NOT gotten worse, not stabilized, but in fact have fallen "significantly" and that she's just outside of the normal range. she's also put on 6 ounces. this is very, very good news. it means she's feeling better, and it confirms my suspicion of a spring in her step. such a good girl.
after that was camping prep time. as always i brought couscous salad.
i'm all kinds of nerds but in the car i'm a car nerd.
this is not an uncommon sight in huntsville:
what i want to know is how one sees out the back window?
the drive was long, traffic was terrible. we made it though.
the QFF van.
our site was a walk-in, the number for which we will guard with our lives, because it is the best site ever.
big, quiet, and private water access. very rare.
just a quick walk through the woods and you're here:
saturday was humid at first, a sign of the rain to come. witness humid camping hair:
many of us had the same mug so we had to differentiate somehow. admittedly i was the only one who got so elaborate.
it rained.
we started with a drawing game. this started as an approximation of "tentaur". half tent, half horse, all lonely. it ended as whatever this is:
there was too much creativity so we decided to harness it with CARCASSONNE!!!
jay reads the rules. the many, many rules.
some people were having trouble listening.
i dunno, board games don't really do it for me. catchphrase is more my speed but i don't have it. next time.
essentials:
the rain built up and we had to divert it.
it eventually flooded the entire campsite, and filled the fire pit so that the logs were floating. once it soaked in we were still able to build a fire, but it took a while to get going.
beers were had. of course.
yeah. so, dinner was a feast. i brought the aforementioned couscous, veggies for grilling with herbs from the garden, and green salad stuff.
there were also sausages and amazing pasta.
fire time.
it was a good fire.
i rarely take pictures of packing up the next morning because i can't handle it.
ride home from algonquin requires a kawartha pit stop. they have FINALLY provided the flavour list with descriptions so you can choose before getting to the front of the line and asking the miserable 16 year old to tell you the difference between bear claw and wolf paws for the 10,000th time. i got muskoka mocha, one i never would have gotten if i didn't know there were chocolate chunks. makes all the difference.
it was dreamy.
this goat is standing on a rock in the middle of the field.
just hanging out.
some pretty serious skies on the way back.
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