Yep, I’m participating in Nanowrimo again this year, and the story I’m writing has a decidedly dark tone that’s colouring my moods these days. So, what better way to waste time than find photos to match with some of the more melodramatic and melancholy quotes coming forth from my own dark places.
For my fellow space nerds…
My astronomy geek self is in love with this visual representation of how expansive and alive our universe is, while my arm chair philosopher self loves how this puts our significance in the greater scheme of things, into perspective. Our obsession with money and power seems pretty silly if we stop and and think deeply about what our higher purpose should be (hint…it ain’t buying “stuff”).
Space, the ultimate affluenza vaccine.
Finally, something in the news this week doesn’t make me ashamed to be a white woman living in a first world country.
ARTICLE: Plane carrying Syrian refugees arrives in Toronto http://www.cbc.ca/1.3360154
Call me sappy, I don’t care. Today hit me in the feels…big time. For most of the evening I’ve been watching the news about the Syrian refugees arriving here in Canada, and it’s made me all teary and emotional.
I’ve never been prouder to be a Canadian than I am today. Seeing the new arrivals greeted by friendly, welcoming faces, I can only imagine the sense of relief these families must feel after spending months and years in a frightening kind of shell-shocked limbo. It’s a feel good moment we desperately need to bury the hostile and vicious Islamophobia that’s dominated the news of late, and I’m proud of our media for making this story a priority, and for showing this issue for what it truly is…one of humanity. Continue reading
Well, the longest election in modern Canadian history is finally over, and Justin Trudeau’s Liberals achieved an amazing and historic result — with a side of warm fuzzies (or indigestion) for anyone who remembers and loved (or hated) his father, arguably our most polarizing and famous prime minister ever, Pierre Elliott Trudeau. That said, I don’t want to talk about political opinion or the ramifications of who won and lost, but I do want to rant a little bit about a new election phenomenon that bugs me — Strategic Voting.
It’s been so long since I wrote anything on here, I’m surprised a cloud of cobwebby dust didn’t blow up in my face when I cracked open the laptop. At least I have a good excuse for writing diddly-squat for so many months — I gave up my job, my house, and my comfy life to move across the country for my husband’s job transfer. Continue reading
Growing up as a child in the 70’s and 80’s, I experienced the rise of technology via the first HP touchscreen personal computer, complete with plotter—a printer that used little felt pens to create pictures and text documents (of course, we just used it to input our birthdays for a unique, colourful spiral-gram). My most enduring memory of that computer, is when my dad brought it to my grade three class for show and tell. We still have the thank-you card my class made for him, which is pretty cool.
My father worked in the technology business, so we had all the firsts: first Macintosh, first ColecoVision game system, first Motorola cell phone that was ridiculously huge, the first VHS player, followed by the laser disk player. Needless to say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and I turned into a hardcore techie. Currently, I have an iPhone, iPad, Macbook, iMac, and Kindle. My husband is just as bad.
However, like so many people these days, I’m starting to resent it all — big time. With the intrusive nature of email, text messaging, and 24/7 internet access, there is no such thing as down time, and it’s become sensory overload. There is rarely a moment when my laptop doesn’t have several windows open, along with at least a dozen Safari tabs. Oh sure, it’s not being forced on us, and it’s a conscious choice to use all these gadgets, but really, it’s become a daily habit that’s hard to moderate because it is necessary. Very few people can manage to live off the grid. It’s just not realistic, and I wouldn’t want to do it full-time.
Forgive me if the following rant sounds petty and bitchy, I don’t mean it to come across as painting everyone the same way because I definitely don’t! But, any parent knows that coming up with Teacher gifts isn’t easy, and I’ve spent way too much time worrying about it, so even though that angst is totally my own fault, this is my cathartic letting go of the whole ordeal.
This year, my nine year old son picked homemade soap crafts to gift his teachers and school support staff: Continue reading
Of course I did.
Before I continue, we shall pause for the requisite eye roll.
Done? Good, me too. Now let’s have an extra one for the WTFery of the Nano graphics this year. Seriously, did you see ’em? It’s a nod to our humble digital beginnings, and a total FAIL. In selecting my lovely blog image, I had to choose between crap, crappy, and sweet Jesus were the graphics people on crack? PacMan 1980 was better than this crap! Pfft, I feel cheated…no slick Nano Winner gloat banner to plaster all over Facebook so my friends get to eye roll right along with us. Continue reading