Archive for December, 2005
December 31, 2005 at 9:33 pm · Filed under Experiences
It’s symbolic. I’m at home with my family and I’m thinking that I should go for a jog at midnight. That would really mark the start of a productive year. Probably won’t happen. If I’m lucky I’ll be able to muster up the energy to meet some friends who are partying just a few blocks away. Yes I’m that lazy with good reason though.
I had my real celebrations last night when we tried to take back the Owl and drink it dry. It was such a good time and the only thing I regret is eating that Humpty’s vegetarian melt sandwich and curly fries at 3am. Oh god I don’t think my body is used to fries anymore. Surprisingly, I’m not hungover today so maybe there was something special in that vegetarian patty but let’s not think about that too much.
I’m personally a little scared of 2006…have a hunch it’s going to be a weird year. Good or bad weird I don’t know yet. Last year was about reflection and discovering. This year is about action and what will action lead to?
OK I need to get out of here. I’m somewhat tempted to ring in the new one playing WoW and that’s an omen of no productivity waiting to happen. Give yourself a kiss from me and have a good one.
December 28, 2005 at 9:51 am · Filed under The Jumping Box
You might recall that Doctor Who came back to tv last year. The newly regenerated doctor (Christopher Eccleston) replaced the last timelord (number 8 and Paul McGann in a 1996 television movie) but cut things short and it had to be written that he would die at the end of the season. This year the new new doctor is back – number 10 – David Tennant.
The premiere, The Christmas Invasion, was shown on CBC this past Monday. I was a little skeptical over the new doctor but they did a really good job of easing him in. The first part of the episode concentrated more on Rose, her mother Camille, and ex-boyfriend(?) Noel. Equally distracting from my uneasiness with Tennant was the strong anti-war message put into the show. I recommend watching the episode (if you don’t think you’ll commit to the whole season : P).
In the end I decided that I will like the 10th doctor, he’s actually kind of cute. It must be the confidence and enthusiasm he displays in his role. Much more enthusiasm than Eccleston had. I think the kicker for me was the outfit he chose in the end (he spends the majority of the episode in pjs and a bathrobe). Where Eccleston donned non-descript black clothes and a dark dirty looking leather jacket (I *think* they were trying to appeal to the new millennium?? but I *think* I am off leather), Tennant is much more dashing in his brown pinstripe suit and overcoat. Oh I hope he stays on for a while. They say the doctor only has 12 lives. I wonder if they will write in some issues with the doctor facing his eventual demise.
December 27, 2005 at 11:43 pm · Filed under Reflection
You know you wasted large portions of your day but you are in denial. So you stay up, up, up because that time is not wasted until it has passed.
I’m hoping I don’t waste my time tomorrow. Mind you I was in the back of a van for 3 hours. I slept and listened to my ipod, and slept and when I could sleep no more I took some pictures and some movies too. Listening to wolf parade, I felt artsy which also means I felt guilty…what right do I have to feel artsy? I always feel that way when I listen to wolf parade. Either that or I am plotting.
feelin’ grainy
Then someone broke out the juicy fruit and it snapped me out of it. Juicy fruit is a comfort smell for me. I want juicy fruit juice.
I was super emotional tonight. Add to that one of those mindblowing experiences where you really, honestly, completely, get a glimpse of the depth of minds around you. We know that we
all have our own opinions, thoughts, dreams, etc. but we are often wrapped up in our own stories and survival and a little blind to others. We think of others but we don’t
not think and just
know the presence of deep, full individuals in the bodies around us. (Ok so maybe I shouldn’t say “we” and speak for everyone but I know that “I” am often like this). Anyway, I had this one second where the complexities of the mental world appeared to me and I felt in awe and smiled but at the same time wanted to cry because it’s so overwhelming to think about being a part of that. Am I making sense? Don’t know if I am.
I’m allowed to make no sense in the next few weeks. Introspection is coming from an approaching birthday. I believe that the birthday can often mark how the following year will transpire. Last year, although I spent the evening with a loving boyfriend, I felt insanely alone and I was craving good friends from Regina. That craving never left and I spent the year thinking about how I could create similar bonds in Vancouver. A year later I am disappointed at how many times I have shied away from people. Still need to work on that.
But now I’m a little scared of my
new birthday. What will the day be like? What does this year have in store?
December 26, 2005 at 2:19 pm · Filed under Dreams, Reading
I’m not a boxing day person. Only once in my life did I spend the day at the mall. Boxing day is sleep day. I would like to crawl in a box and sleep and read and sleep some more. At my grandmother’s in Humboldt. Everyone here is drifting off, taking there time, slumbering, napping, dozing…it’s the Deutscher way.
So I am thankful that my dreams are starting to get interesting again. Last night I was at a pizza parlour and then suddenly we were up in a small plane flying over Vancouver. The pilot was insane though, and a coke dealer I think. He laughed madly and the plane started to descend. We thought we were going to crash. But he gracefully landed us on South Granville street and we ran away terrified. I was trying to catch a bus back home. I knew that I had to pack my bags for a trip to Belgium or Bulgaria or some other place starting with a “B”. I missed my flight of course and then woke up.
I think my dreams are being influenced by the book I am reading, “House of Leaves” (see side column). Quite amazing. It’s a maze of a book. I think the author is borrowing from film theory to “frame” his story. I don’t really know anything about film theory, but it’s what I’m guessing. Please go read this book. I need someone to talk to about it.
December 24, 2005 at 4:14 pm · Filed under Experiences
It was an eventful 24 hours, starting at the crack of dawn yesterday. I went with my mother and sister to the Beaver Creek Ranch for horseback riding lessons. This is Gus, the horse I rode in on.
We had to get the horses from their “pasture” (??) and bring them to a barn for grooming and saddling (yeah I might be making up a lot of words here so bear with me). My mother passed me a bucket of oats while she tied a rope around Gus. This very, very large horse becamesuddenly obsessed with me. It was scary because at that moment, with this huge brown horse head nudging my face, I realized the greatness of these creatures and how they could, if necessary, smother me into the ground. I passed the bucket of oats back to mom and, as you can see below, the horse gave up on me.
The lessons were great! Brenda taught us how to control your direction, how to get the horse to start, stop, back up, trot, and gallop (though I think it may have actually been called a “lop” which is slower than a gallop…point being that it’s when the horse has all 4 feet leaving the ground in one stride). The horses were pretty lazy (which is good for a beginner) and I only managed to have Gus gallop for five seconds or so. It’s ok, the trotting was enough to bruise my sit-bones and today I’m kind of walking funny. I think we will try to go again before I head back to Vancouver. I am excited : ) Tensor bandage panties on my Christmas list!
Last night Kim had her Tenth Annual Still Girls Only Potluck at Home Christmas Party. So much food, wine, laughter, and of course the obligatory Carly Simon singalong. God these girls are hilarious. They make my year.
Sex in the City charades until the early morning hours was quite amusing. I’ve decided that I must make a video collection of people acting out the word sex in charades. The various renditions are quite amusing and insightful.
Such an awesome time and I still can’t believe that I was able to get up this morning and go tobogganing. We drove out to Douglas Park hill with two toboggans, a crazy-carpet, and an old snowboard. It was a beautiful day, almost worrisome as the snow was melting away by the minute.
But it was all good. Icy grass moves you fast. Toboggans are so speedy!
I am so pooped now. We just finished Christmas Eve supper and will open presents soon (yes we are night-openers…impatient). I want to write more, but I’m sore, tired, and wondering why I am on my laptop when they are bringing out cookies upstairs. My pants still fit so obviously I have some work to do.
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