Saturday, October 29, 2011

Oh, play that thing


Listening to Louis Armstrong and fast-forwarding songs to reach those places where he hits long, pure, lingering notes. Good stuff. I'm feeling antsy/lazy at the same time today; kind of a strange emotional mix. F and C are occupied watching A Knight's Tale, or something like that. Dr. Cook would politely rail against the historical inaccuracy present in the film; Dr. Eidinger would not-so-politely rant about the subjugation and stereotyping of medieval-era women, and probably connect it to her Jewish heritage, or something. Myself, I think there has to be an eventual recognition that an academic tendency to break everything down into smaller portions detracts from a bigger picture that's somewhat slipperier, and harder to define. But hey, there are no letters after my name (yet).


Disappointed by the lack of costumes last night, a lone duct-tape knight that went around tackling people and beating them with rolls of paper towel was not exactly what was expected.


Tonight, I think Mexican food and frequenting a few quiet pubs with the other two apartment occupants is on the agenda. I won't lie, it'll be nice to not spend so much time tiptoeing around in a few days from now. Man, do I ever wish I was working next semester.

Motto for the Day/Life: Be Nicer to People. 

Sunday, October 23, 2011

We look good walking back to the hotel




There is a wine bottle full of pink carnations on my kitchen table. There is also a massive stack of books, most of them with dull covers that carry a faint dusty feeling. Their pages are full of information about:
1) The Fraser River Gold Rush of 1858
2) The deportation of the Acadian people from Port Royal
Also on my table is this book:



I'm listening to "Absinthe Party at the Fly Honey Wearhouse", by (who else?) Minus the Bear.

This is such a procrastination post.


Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Trying to figure out our lives


Yup. It's that time of the year again. My main prof is away at an ethnohistory conference, which means tomorrow is a class-free Thursday. I'm going to celebrate by showing up extra-extra-early at the library. And going to a talk about wolves later in the evening.

Planning on reading a book about Wildflowers of the Yukon soon and baking massive amounts of banana bread.

Still having trouble dealing with my Women in Canadian History prof, who cannot go a single class without mentioning vaginas and the degradation of Aboriginal culture, usually in the same sentence.

 

Sunday, October 16, 2011

One eye on the sky and the other on the road


I've just returned from an island sojourn. The weather was wonderful; I saw whales!, admired a bat hibernaculum and an obese sea otter, and watched other people eat sushi. We also passed a woman posing for wedding pics in the middle of Stanley Park, which was a little strange because the pathway was crowded, man. I don't necessarily think I'd like having spandex-clad rollerbladers in the background of my wedding photos. 


And guess what? In a tiny, hole-in-the-wall Greek diner, the head chef from C Restaurant was cooking lamb slouvaki. Out of necessity, he was opening up this small offshoot until they could hire more staff. He fed me free pastry, recommended the best places to eat in Victoria, and looked up directions to a local pub on his iPhone. He also talked about sustainable seafood for a good long while, which was interesting and informative and slightly scary. 


Last night there was more country music than I've ever heard...ever, so it's currently being counteracted with a good dose of James Keelaghan. Nobody rode the mechanical bull.


The roommate left to get gas for her sister's car a good two hours ago, and hasn't been seen since.


On the Reading List: Downtown Owl, by Chuck Klosterman. Also the author of:



Saturday, October 1, 2011

Violin

Still sick, listening to Vivaldi and reading about infusing vodka with bacon. Hmm. Also, there is a much more appealing recipe for orange-vanilla ice cream that can be frozen in a cake pan.

Should be camping right now, or possibly doing homework. I'm reading
The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie instead. The roommate is curled up on the couch watching something amusing, and our apartment smells like ginger tea and Alfredo sauce. It sounds like yesterday was a fairly crazy night; I hope everyone has recovered with the minimum amount of aching heads and blurry memories.

Today, on the walk back from Wellburns, I passed by an impeccably dressed woman in a suit jacket and dark skirt, wearing full zombie makeup.