Thursday, January 8, 2009
I'm back at work. The job is surprisingly fun and unmiserable. I am again working in an academic environment, only this time in a position slightly above what I did at Ryerson. There's a bit more freedom, and the fact that I'm new to a somewhat undefined position is likely quite beneficial. If I had stepped into an established position, it may well have been that I would have to walk an established path of crap. So this suits me well. There may be pit falls in the future, but I'll take my little pleasures now.
It's funny, I love beginnings. Beginnings are hopefully very clean, blank canvases upon which you draw the outlines of your expectations. As time passes, and you fill in the image, you hope that the process realizes the fullness of you vision. But things can get in the way, circumstances can change. Sometimes it seems like life bends you, and you end up mis-shapen and following a course not really charted by you, just one that you were pushed into by circumstance.
Okay, I'm meandering and mixing my metaphors. My point is that now things are good. I'm right where I want to be, and that sense of placement and control is just awesome. I don't know if it was entirely obvious, but I did go through a fair amount of upheaval preparing to move. I slugged it out in a job that was growing stale with a boss I didn't like (not that big a deal I suppose, really); I moved three times; and I was a fulltime student. It was all a lot of work and a lot of stress. But it made me a better person, more knowledgeable (though arguably useless knowledge) and more focused. What it really served to do was it allowed me to better understand what I’m capable of when I focus. I worked hard and earned my place in the here and now. It’s an awesome feeling.
I’m liking things a lot, right about now.
Friday, January 2, 2009
“For my crews bomb, where my peoples still at
If they call me and I don't call back
For weeks at a time, love is still intact
Let's be big about it, and realize the fact”
Q-Tip, The Love
So it’s a new year for us all, and a new beginning for me. Well, I suppose that the beginning is six weeks old, but the shine certainly hasn’t come off of my new life. Sometimes the glimmer is blinding (and by blinding, I mean confusing).
I digress... Apologize to all of you. I’ve been neglectful in contacting all of you. I have stories, but small ones, little dramas and comedies (sadly no action flicks) that bloom and fade. Regretfully, the details also fade. Regardless, here’s a little update, for all of you who are curious.
Vancouver is good, and thawing, very wetly, after the heaviest snowfall in years. In fact, it appears that this Christmas saw the highest amount of snow on the ground in recorded history.
It was a good, though untraditional Christmas. Being newly moved I didn’t have much money to spend on extravagant Christmas gifts. So, I spent modestly, and gave a few small (hopefully thoughtful) things. Here’s a shot of the Christmas tree (Nas' first!), with its little nest of gifts.
Nas and I spent the holidays largely snowed in in my new apartment. In previous years, she would have had to head up to her place on the hill, where her parents are. Those road conditions coupled with the steep hills have redefined treacherous for me. At first it was a little nerve wracking going up and down to her parents place. But I soon grew accustomed to the slight sliding and the jolt as the wheels caught traction.
Nas and I built a six-foot tall snowman on Christmas day, and then had dinner with her parents.
That weekend we attended a Bollywood themed wedding in Stanley Park. The wedding was okay, but the view of downtown from the park is beautiful. New Year’s was okay too, but I surely would have had more fun at Dan’s with all of you.
Anyway, that the short version of what’s been going on. I’ll try and everything better updated.
Take care, talk soon.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Today I have learned anew the meaning of damp chill. At 93% humidity and 8 degrees the air is bone-chilling. As I cross the channel between Van and N Van the water eddies and swirls, and shapes rise out of the fog, resolving into ships, buoys and the hulking skeletons of the shipyard cranes. In the mist they look like sad, orange giraffes. On a day like today most things along this industrial waterfront look vaguely haunted.
As the ferry coasts by, I see the foreign names from distant lands across the sterns of the huge cargo ships. It makes this city seem more exotic than it is, like a flash of red lace beneath a dowdy skirt.
It's very picturesque. I wonder if the enormous piles of fluorescent sulphur that line the mouth of the Fraser River get soggy... I wonder if they smell less in the damp.
I am not looking forward to walking Chomsky.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Judging by the photo, something tells me that their net worth would increase if they all died and became diamonds.
In examining that guy's cheesy moustache I found this site:
This is funny right? It's not just my latent feelings of inadequacy at not being able to participate, right?
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
So, Benjamin Cedric Brykczynski turns 1 tomorrow officially, but celebrated his birthday early on Saturday. For those of you were not there, I've posted a few pictures.
Actually, by the end of the party we all looked like this. We were all drunk. The surprising thing was that there was enough cake to go around for the adults to make a colossal mess. I'd post pictures, but some people are so touchy about their purported dignity; not like little BCB here.