Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Future and Past

Hello, how was your Christmas?

I'm ever so slowly typing this post on my new iPod Touch. So strange.

Especially since I'm in the oldest city in North America. That's right. D and I are in Newfoundland.

More to come on our adventures!

Saturday, December 19, 2009

What a bright time

When I came home this morning, I found this taped to my door:

Our friend Lindsey made us this sweet little card to wish us a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. It's cards and gestures like this that I love the most about Christmas. When I was little it was always the act of making things at Christmas that I liked the best. Making food, making gifts & cards, decorating the tree, wrapping presents...making magic. These are the reasons that Christmas feels magical and special. And I think we often forget that.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

A String of Pearls

When I listen to Glenn Miller, I think of my grandfather. When I think of my grandfather, I think of the sound of his voice, the easy way he walked and the things he loved. One of these things was Glenn Miller. He also loved golf, really good scotch and my grandmother.

I think about all of these things, but now, more than ever, I think about the kind of person I want to be when I think about Grandpa.

Listening to Glenn Miller and thinking about Grandpa keeps me going in the right direction, especially on the days when I think I may have started to stray too far away from the woman I want to keep becoming.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Game. Set. Match. Point. Game Over. End of Game.

I was shut down in a similar fashion earlier today while freezing my ass off and waiting for an elevator.

Man: You know you shouldn't be dressed like that in this weather.
Me: I know.
Man: At least you're not working outside.
Me: I have boots, they're upstairs! I just didn't put them on.
Man: You're only human.

(I'm wearing a skirt today with flats. I'm about to put my boots on and go home.)

Friday, December 11, 2009


Go home and watch Planet Earth right now.

And if you've already seen it, watch Blue Planet.

And if you've already seen them both, then I have nothing else to say to you...except this:

I think Planet Earth and Blue Planet are the most important films of our time.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

In Good Company

I give you John Milton:

And Judi Dench:

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Every morning

I take the TTC to work everyday. The 501 along Queen St. to be specific.

Every morning at Sumach St. an older couple get on the streetcar together. Then, one stop later, the man gets off the streetcar after smothering his wife in kisses and handing her lunch for the day. Then he stands on the sidewalk and waves as the streetcar continues down the street.

This makes me feel so happy. I look forward to seeing them.

Monday, December 7, 2009


My one and only sister is in South Korea right now and for the first time yesterday, we texted. We've talked on the phone and over Skype; we've emailed...but something about getting texts from her was really exciting. Naturally, speaking with her is always the best, but getting these little texts just felt so instantaneous and personal. It was great.

With so many various ways of communicating nowadays, certain modes of communication are considered more acceptable for certain situations than they used to be. How many people out there have now been invited to a wedding via email? Email?! I think this has become okay because email is the crown jewel of electronic communication. If someone really cares, they'll send an email. If someone sends a text or a FB message...not so much.

Here's is how I rank electronic communication, by importance:

1. Phonecall
2. Text
3. Email
4. Facebook/MySpace message
5. Twitter

Am I forgetting something?

Now, of course there are exceptions. Text and email are easily blurred, depending on who you are talking to and how much you have to say. For instance, my mother doesn't text and I obviously don't feel like she cares less because she emails me instead. (Actually, she always calls; she's the best.)

So, to bring this post full circle, getting these texts from my sister, who is oh-so far away, felt surprisingly personal. Although she and I call and email, it's hard to catch each other because of the time difference, schedules and cost. But with texting, it can be a spur-of-the-moment, sweet message. Just a quick little hello, from across the ocean, no matter what's going on. All our disconnects disappear and it's straight from her to me.

I love you, M.

Friday, December 4, 2009

My boyfriend jeans

In the past year or so, the "boyfriend" jeans trend came around again. American Eagle, for one, has carried boyfriend style jeans for quite a while now. My understanding of the boyfriend jean is this: they are jeans that are loose, often torn and usually rolled up at the bottom.

For example:

Well, I actually wore my boyfriend's jeans today (to work!) and let me tell you, they did not look like the jeans above. In fact, I seldomly see men wearing jeans that look like the "boyfriend" jeans. Those jeans are more like Huckleberry Finn jeans...and I'm down with that. However, my boyfriend's jeans, like most mens jeans are dark, smooth and fitted. And they look better on him.

If you're wondering why I wore my boyfriend's jeans to work, please see yesterday's post and I'm sure you'll figure it out.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

The Office Christmas Party

So tonight is our office Christmas Party. It's being held at 7 Numbers, which I highly recommend to those of you in the area.

Office parties are fun in my experience, but they can also bring up a lot of gossip, which has already been swirling around like crazy here lately. We'll see how tonight for myself, I'm going to focus on the food and the dancing.

And now, a picture, of everyone's favourite boss at Christmas time:

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

This city

As you may have realized by now, I live in Toronto. And it's cold here. Both the climate and the people (okay, a lot of the people).

Tonight when I was waiting for the 501 at Queen and Yonge, the city felt more aggressive and unforgiving than usual. It's raining, there were several ambulances and firetrucks screaming past and everyone at the streetcar stop seemed more irritable than usual. This isn't an uncommon scene for Toronto, but there was something different tonight. It felt more like Gotham City.

There are a lot of things I like about Toronto, but I'm having a hard time remembering what those things are lately. Maybe I just don't like cities or maybe I'm just not spending enough time with Toronto herself. Most of my time spent in the city is in the neighbourhood where I work (quite snobby, not very friendly) or on the TTC (where people are at their most miserable). Of course, the neighbourhood I live in is lovely and I adore my little apartment. It's my little haven in the city.

I grew up near Toronto and never thought I would live here. I much preferred the country when I was little, but somehow, here I am. I moved here for work, for love, to change my life, to challenge myself and so on. More and more I find myself thinking, why am I living here? Especially when I know there are places like this out there:

And this:

And this:

P.S. I have been to all of these places.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

I remind myself

The more it snows, the more it goes; the more it goes on snowing.

(from The Tao of Pooh)
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