Gleek True Confessions....

Now I don't know if you watch Glee. I sure do.

It's probably the only show that makes me think having cable is worth it. From the moment they sang "Don't Stop Believing" last year, I knew. I was going to be hooked on this show. It just brings me so much joy.

What I have loved is watching the slow revolution. At first people are like "a musical TV show about singing high school students, that sounds kind of lame". And yes, I suppose it kind of does. And then slowly, people keep falling and admitting to me that they love it too. I remember when the same thing happened with Lois & Clark in high school.

So here are my "Gleek" true confessions:

1. I listen to the songs constantly. I own almost all of them. I have about 65+ songs in my itunes library. Not joking.

2. This week I bought People "Glee special edition" and I have read it cover to cover for factoids.

3. I wish that the Glee tour would have come here, because I would have paid to see those guys sing.

4. Thanks to my excellent Novacom co-workers, I now own season one, and have spend a considerable time watching DVD extras like "Glee Jukebox" and "Glee Karaoke".

5. Today I researched Kurt mini-me double in the last episode, because it was bugging me so much. Was it killing you too? Check out my results.

So there they are - what are your Glee true confessions?

It's my birthday...

Well what do you say really, when your last post was June 3, 2010. Exactly four months to the day. Sort of timely then I suppose.

I guess I do have some pretty adequate excuses:

a wedding
a honeymoon
and now unfortunately, a surgery.

So maybe, now that my excuses are over (mostly), I can't defend my lack of posting any longer. I remember a time when something really excellent or noteworthy happened, I would shout "that should be a blog post" and then I would make a mental note. Now it just turns into a facebook status. That's pretty lame - I'm going to try bringing those thoughts here again okay? See if I can break this "soundbite" generation thing.

This week has been unusual. I have spent the majority of it sitting in my condo (hey, I live in a condo now, with my husband!) trying to build myself back up to normal activities. Things are progressing, but its still hard not be frustrated when senior citizens pass you in the street (yes that actually happened) Whilst in the hospital, someone also stole $500 from my bank account, so I worked on getting that back. And then on Friday, I thought I had lost all of the documents from my computer. Like literally all of them.

So I had a little breakdown, where I got all existential and wondered if any of it mattered ("but I did all that work on all those lesson plans and papers and they're gone"). Mostly a "final straw" moment, where I wasn't sure what else I could take. Luckily, I have a very wise husband who calmly ushered me out of the condo and into Home Outfitters to spend some wedding gift certificates (thank you my friends for those).

In the end, I got both the money and the documents back (hurrah!). But even before I did, I realized that I have an embarassment of riches here. I have a husband who loves me and takes care of me after surgery and I have a community that cares about me - one that will fly across the country for my wedding, do silly wedding tasks, visit me when I am stuck at home. I don't think I could ask for more.

So, on this 26th birthday I feel incredibly blessed.

(and hey, I'm going to try and blog more okay? please keep coming).

Mumford & Sons: The Concert

So, after that debate, I decided to go the concert. I mean, the people might be onto something right?

And oh - were they ever.

It was an unbelievable show. One that I'm pretty sure I'll always remember.

The day was pretty much "Mumford" from start to finish. It began with Lavonne and I rushing downtown to catch the FREE "Mum's the word" show in the Yaletown outside. It felt like the Olympics again - being out in the street and taking in a free concert. We sang along with hundreds of strangers outside in the open air and it was delightful. The funniest moment had to be when they asked "Who's coming to the show tonight" and only us four girls cheered. Then, we got booed, by probably about 600 people. Yikes. We had some coveted tickets I suppose.

So, we decided to carry this enthusiasm into the evening, and we ended up being in the first 10 people in line. I don't think I have ever done that in my life. We waited outside for so long, that we even made friends with our line-mates. Something amazing happens though when you're at the front of the line - you get to stand wherever you want. So, of course we picked front and centre, and we were an arm's length away from the band.

And then we sang. We sang lyrics rich with meaning and inference. Me and hundreds of strangers (including my new line-friends standing next to me). We sang lyrics like these ones:

Love it will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be
There is a design, an alignment, a cry
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be

It's difficult to describe - the feeling you get when you experience this kind of solidarity. The depth of lyrics (and the blatant Shakespeare references) were fantastic. Sort of like thousands of people singing "40" at the end of the U2 Vertigo concert. You're standing there wondering - are all these people really singing Psalm 40? Something about it always fills me with awe.

And that is why, in spite of my aching feet and my lack of sleep, I will continue to go to concerts. They're just something about seeing it live.

Waiting for the show to began, and our new friend Chase. He was nice to us after everyone booed us.

Mumford playing outside. A few people came.

There was a lot of standing, walking and waiting. I gave up and sat on the floor.
Pretty Rock n' Roll right?

So we were really close. No zoom required for this shot.

See what I mean?

Bonnie even touched a stage guitar! And took all these fantastic pictures. Thanks Bonnie!

If you haven't heard them yet - go take a listen. I'll even burn you a CD if you ask. Everyone should have some Mumford for the drive home.

Listening...

So I've been thinking a lot about listening lately. More specifically the art of listening to someone when they give you "input" on some situation in your life.

Matt was telling me the other day about a friend who "wouldn't listen to what anyone had to say to her, she was just going to do what she wanted either way". And it was funny, my first response was "well, wouldn't you?" or "wouldn't I?". And then it started this bigger conversation, where I started to ask people - "who do you actually listen to? and why?". It seemed like the common demoninator was often that we listened to people who had been through the same things as us, and that we trusted. But not necessarily. For example, our parents might have been through something and we may "trust" them, but we still don't want to hear their opinion. We want to act for ourselves.

And the more I talked about it, I wondered - is this our generation? Were our parents more willing to say "no, that's wrong, don't do that" (for better or worse sometimes) Are we too afraid? Have we reacted to them and gone too far in the other direction? Will we never say it? When I talk to a friend, I often hold back some of my thoughts if I think they sound "judgemental" in my head. I don't want to be that person. I want to show my friends I love them no matter what.

Sometimes, I think that is right course of action. You can hear in their voice - they have been judged, or hurt by a lot of "do's and don'ts" thrown at them by parents, or friends, or whoever. And you are just there to listen and love them.

But other times, I am not so sure. I wonder - should I have said (in love and with a lot of caveats) that I was worried abut them? But would it make a difference? Or would it just lead to friendships ending because we hate hearing this kind of stuff. I have to admit that I tend to spend more time with those that agree with me.

These are just some thoughts - spinning my head, and I just wondered what you thought - if you think we're all like this, or if you think you can take it. I know - sort an intense post. I'll try to make the next one lighter - perhaps about the Bestseller I just finished. Yep, it's true.

Clancy's Tea Cosy...

On most Saturdays I go for tea. It's become such a frequent event, that now the tea ladies know us by name. One in particular, a lady named from Wilhemena, who started the tea shoppe and named it after her Irish husband.

She brings us so much delight week after week. We tell her stories, and she remembers our order. When only one of us comes, she waits for the other to arrive before bringing the teapot. After travelling in Europe, we came back and told her that her tea shoppe was superior to many that we visited in the UK. She went into the kitchen and we could hear her tell the other ladies that "the girls thought OUR tea was better than Europe". We were the girls. Fantastic.

And then, the first week of April something terrible happened. She annoucned she was leaving - forever. She had worked there for over 14 years, and she was ready to have her freedom (and her Saturday's back). While we did feel quite bad about the Saturdays, we were very, very sad.

It's like one of those things you just count on - like the seasons changing, or Christmas every year. And when it changes, it's kind of shattering.

So last week we said our goodbyes.


And this week we couldn't go back. It was too soon. Maybe next week.

Mumford & Sons....

Currently, I have in my possession two tickets to two separate sold-out shows that I paid a total of $25 dollars for. One is Dan Mangan and the other is Mumford & Sons.

Thanks to my obsessive contest entering (I'd say I enter about 10 contests a week through Georgia Straight and the Peak...crazy right?) - I have won two sets of tickets to shows in the past year. Well three actually, but I couldn't go to one. How rad is that?

But now I am faced with a very strange situation. Somehow the Mumford & Sons tickets went on sale, and then like one week later they got really popular. Yesterday, I looked online and I could sell my $25 ticket for $90! What?!? That is a crazy return. So the question is - is it worth it to keep them?

It's sort of like during the Olympics when people got crazy good tickets in the draws. One person at Novacom could have gotten $2500 for her $200 speed skating tickets, but she went because she figured it would be worth it. Obviously, not quite as extreme...but still.

I think I am leaning towards going. The people must be on to something right? (But I guess the same could be said for Justin Bieber...did I just compare Mumford to the Biebs? Yup). But seriously, these guys are pretty awesome. They're British, their music is fantastic and their lyrics are very compelling. Go take a listen.

And check out these lyrics:

"It seems that all my bridges have been burned/

But you say that’s exactly how this grace thing works/

It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart/

But the welcome I receive with the restart"

(From "Roll Away the Stone" Mumford & Sons)

So, what do you think? And are you loving Mumford?

coupons....

So I don't know how you feel about coupons. I know that some people hate them, and some people swear by them. Matt used to always get upset when I went to use the Entertainment Book. This one year at Kelsey's, he missed his Sales Goal because of that book. I'd usually get away with it anyway. I would just have to work hard not to be an irritating coupon user (tip on the whole bill etc).

But now, my friends I have discovered a whole new set of coupons. And they are just showing the Entertainment Book how it is done.

It's called Traveller's Deck - a set of cards for the various districts of Vancouver (Gastown, Granville, Commercial Drive etc). They are created by local Vancouverites who picked their favourite places in the city. Each district has a few restaurants and a few shops. The cool part is - you can't pay to be on the list (like in the Entertainment book), you have to be selected. Each card has a little write-up about the shop and a discount. So not only do you learn about cool places, but you also get a deal. The whole pack is only $12.


Now you might think this is sounding like a sales-pitch. But my friends - this is really a Public Service Announcement, because tonight we got the best deal ever.

Matt's parents came with us to Nood Furniture in Gastown, where we got 50% off two couches. Yes, you heard me. Fifty Percent. Two Couches. That by far, is the best discount I have ever received from a coupon. I still don't even believe it.
I didn't think I could ever be this excited about coupons, or couches. But I am. Maybe this is the true initiation into adulthood.

A delight...

Matt & I both laughed out loud.

To get us both - that's quite the feat. Bring some joy to your post-Olympic life.

www.isnickelbacktheworstbandever.com

Check it.

Olympics Top 10...

So the Olympics came to Vancouver. We talked about it a lot before they came - and I think it would be pretty safe to say they lived up to the hype for me. Either that, or we just created a lot of our own hype. Probably the latter. And yet still - there were some great times.

So, now here's my Olympic top-ten, lest we forget the fun as we pay for it in taxes over the next ten years.

10. Waking up at 4:30 in the morning to see the torch: Arnold Schwarzenegger

9. Watching Ladies Moguls with collective cheering, and dancing in the rain: Richmond Ozone & Bedouin Soundclash

8. Snagging Victory Ceremony tickets at the last second: Barenaked Ladies

7. No line-ups and excellent music: Hot Hot Heat

6. Watching an opening band that got a standing ovation, beautiful melodies and a seat to call my own: Hey Rosetta & Stars

5. Singing O Canada with thousands of strangers: Jon Montgomery Gold Medal Ceremony

4. An unreal outdoor concert with non-stop favourites: Sam Roberts Band

3. Creating a new record of four free concerts in one night - all with great friends: Hey Rosetta (yes again), You Say Party, We Say Die!, Tokyo Police Club and Mother Mother

2. Geoff's sign that read "Get your photo with a Canadian - Free!" and the crazy pictures that ensued: Downtown

1. Sheer joy after Canada's huge Gold Medal Hockey win.

Well - it was a pretty unreal two weeks. So much Canadian solidarity, and fun times. Part of the joy was experiencing this with so many different friends. So thanks to everyone that was Olympic keen with me.

I have that feeling like the day after Christmas or something - so much build-up and then it's over. I suppose I should get used to it because the wedding hype is just about to get into full-swing.

Ahh yes - the wedding. 2010 is going to one for the record books.

Solidarity....

I've blogged before on how much I love community solidarity. Let's just come out and say it - I like being part of the cheering crowd.

So today, everyone at Novacom packed up for half-an-hour and went to see the Olympic Torch pass through Cloverdale. I wore my Olympic mitts, and all of us paraded down the street with joy. It's not everyday you can get that much enthusiasm out of seven adults. The streets were packed all throughout Cloverdale, and people "cheered on the flame" when it passed.

And I think I'm going to go again tomorrow. (Southpoint 6:15 or Semihamoo Mall 6:36 if you're interested).

Moments like these are rare - where we all come together for something. The cynics might say that we should come together for something more...erm...community-building. But I think this is a start.

Maybe you're an Olympic hater - or maybe you're an Olympic lover. I don't know. But I do know this - our city is about to have a big (free! well sort of) party, and you should come join me in it.

feb 12 - PPAC Opening Ceremonies

feb 13 - Bedouin Soundclash/Hey Ocean (Richmond Ozone)

feb 17 - Hawksley Workman (Richmond Ozone) OR Hot Hot Heat (Surrey Holland Park)

feb 19 - The Stars (The Orpheum)*

feb 20 - Hey Ocean/Said The Whale/Mother Mother (Holland Park Surrey) OR
Sam Roberts/The Arkells (Livecity Downtown)

feb 21 - Great Lake Swimmers (Ontario Pavilion)

feb 27 - Wintersleep/Tokyo Police Club/Hey Rosetta/You Say Party, We Say Die (Surrey Holland Park)

Check all the free concert listings yourself

Check out all the other free fun events (Russian Tall-ships, Ziplines, Country-houses)

So are you convinced? Do you want to Olympic-party with me? Love it or hate it - those tax dollars are paying for it - so let's enjoy!

*only paid show in the list. all others are FREE!

three month lull, and then FLASHMOB!

On January 23, 2010, I danced in a flash-mob.

During the practices I realized: "this was something I wanted to do before I die". I didn't even realize it was on my "bucket-list" until I was doing it. Aren't those the best kinds of things?

So now, for your viewing pleasure:

Flash Mob For Haiti Youtube

I run in at 1:45, in case you wanted to see me. ha. Geoff Stewart (the organizer) had this idea that maybe for every view (we're hoping for a lot), organizations will donate to Haiti. We'll see what happens.

When you're done watching, check out these flash-mob classics.

But maybe watch ours first, because we aren't "proffesional dancers" or anything:

T-Mobile Dance Liverpool Station London
Sound of Music - Belgium Train Station

Yes, it's true....

I am engaged to be married to Matthew Fraser Dayco.

On Saturday, November 21st Matt proposed to me in Portland. What follows is the (quite detailed) story of our engagement, starting from Friday onward. I guess if ever there was a time for a long blog-post, this is it. But be prepared, it is quite long. I'm sure I am breaking every rule of wedding-etiquette there is by posting this here. But I'm okay with that.

If you want to "skip to the good part" go down to Saturday. Here we go....

.Friday.
In early October, Brandon and Lindsay told us they would take us on a trip as a combined birthday present. So, we decided on Portland. On Friday, we all met up at their house and headed out. On the way, we stopped to get gas (yes, this is a significant detail). We were about two blocks from the border when we see a man yelling at us from another car: "All your suitcases just came out at the intersection". And he was not kidding. At 8th avenue and 176th street, all of our suitcases had flown out of the back of the truck into the middle of the intersection. Somehow, the we had failed to close the back of the truck at the gas station. (see, told you).

Matt runs out into the middle of the road, and rescues the suitcases. But that's not before one gets run over by a Semi-truck (ouch! good thing it was the empty one). But my suitcase is nowhere to be found. So, we start looking, and we can't find it anywhere. We decide to drive all the way back to the gas-station at 64th avenue. We drive along 176th with the windows open in the pouring rain looking, and we cannot see it. We look again at the 8th avenue intersection and Matt runs down the side roads to check. Nothing.

So, we give up.

We head back down 8th towards the apartment, so that I can get some things to make it to the next day. As we're driving I say to Matt: "Do you think there is any point in still looking?". I am literally finishing my sentence when Lindsay yells: "There it is!!!" And there it was, my suitcase which had been dragged 1/2 a kilometer by a car from the intersection. We run out into the road, and by some insane miracle, everything was there, soaking wet in a beat-up suitcase, but all there!

The whole way to Portland, we would turn to one another in delight and say "All our bags are in the back!"

And that's day one.

This is my "we found our suitcases, I can't believe it" face.
Notice the rain-drenched hair.

.Saturday.
On Saturday, we all woke up and went out for breakfast. Matt suggested that we should take Brandon and Lindsay to my favorite bookstore - Powell's City of Books. Yes, that is the name because it is 1.6 acres (a full city block, four stories high) of books.

As soon as we get there Matt says he has to go to the bathroom and leaves us for a few minutes. I walked around with Brandon and Lindsay and looked around until Matt joined us again. He comes back and tells us there is a "special event" happening in the Antique Books Room upstairs. Now, you have to understand. This is my favorite room in the whole store. It's filled with first editions, and beautiful antique books. I obviously do not see it coming, so the on the way up I'm telling my brother all about this room. He is smiling nicely and laughing in his head at me.

We get up there, and there are three musicians playing. There is music and books and it's all very lovely. (But I'm still not getting it). There are two chairs set up by the musicians, so Matt and I sit down there. I listen for one song, and then I get antsy - I need to look around of course. Matt's not having any of that. "Just hold on a minute" he says as I get up to look to around. I am a little suspicious but think its probably a classic case of Sharelle not being able to stop and enjoy anything for more than two minutes.

The song finishes and Matt says "I just want to grab this book I saw on the way in". So he gets up and I'm thinking "so you get to look at books, and I have to sit here?" And then the wheels start turning, and it all starts to click together (finally!).

He comes back, and the daze starts. I see him kneel, and open a Wordsworth book. Inside it, is a ring box and he says those four sublime words. I don't think I answered him for at least a minute, just dazed. We hug, and I'm trying not to cry. One of the musicians shouts: "Is that a yes?" and I come to my senses enough to say "Yes".

And then, they play "All You Need Is Love". And then the people cheer. And just like that, I'm engaged.

It couldn't have been more perfect. Brandon and Lindsay were there to celebrate with us after too. And we got two days to revel in the joy that is the first days towards Marital union. I am very, very happy. I can't even put the way I feel now to words. Its like somewhere in that two minute daze, a new kind of love developed. One that I didn't even know I was capable of. And it's pretty amazing.

Looks like a yes to me.

There's my ring, and Matt's musician trio behind us.
(they were fantastic, he made an excellent choice in them)

Celebrating at Deschutes Brewery.

"Let's take some ring pictures" - Lindsay.
"Can I do it with my cappuccino?" - Sharelle

"Look, there's a ring on my finger"

I really want a famous blog...

I mean really.

However, seeing as I haven't updated my blog since October 13th - it's probably not a realistic dream at this point.

I often read popular blogs and think "I could have written that...". But hasn't this always been the dilemma with art (yes, I just classified blogs as art), I didn't do it.

I'm not giving up hope though. Maybe one day I'll find a niche. And then I can stop working a 9-5, and when people ask about me, you can say "oh yeah Sharelle - she has a famous blog now". Here's hoping.

Until I get famous, go check these out:

The People of Wal-Mart - this little gem chronicles the many different people that walk through the doors of everyone's favorite mega-store. I've always loved people watching at Wal-mart. Too bad I didn't start a blog about it right?

1000 Awesome Things - This is a good one if you need a little pick me up. A Vancouver Sun review: "it’s a countdown of life’s little joys that reads like a snappy Jerry Seinfeld monologue by way of Maria Von Trapp" (again, I DO Seinfield monologues, and I enjoy a lot of things)

That's all I've got. Stay tuned for more "my weekends are fun" posts. ha.

Mr. Nick Hornby and one of the best moments of my life...

(Warning: this story is a bit long, and includes not one but two dialogue parts, so you can't say you weren't warned)

One of the great luxuries of not spending my whole life stuyding or teaching, is that I get to spend time pursuing other "interests" - like reading. So this meant, that last week when the new novel "Juliet Naked" by Nick Hornby came out, I had bought it and read it in two days.

Just for a little background - Mr. Hornby has been my favourite living author for a few years now. Ever since "High Fidelity" and "Top 5's" at Capernwray, I had a feeling I was was going to be into this guy. Then I kept reading, and had this strange, reoccuring feeling that he was inside my head. So much of what he wrote felt like something I had just thought, or felt. And so we clicked, Nick and I.

And then I pretty much read everything he wrote - his novels, his short stories, his literary essays, his music-criticism. If the man put pen to paper, I had to read it.

So when I heard that he was coming to Seattle in October, and I wasn't bogged down by lesson planning, or marking, or writing papers, I knew I had to be there. So I got in my car on Friday and headed to Seattle Public Library to hear him speak. I waited in a ridiculously long border line-up, and then got there five minutes after it had started. I ran up to the door, and the conversation goes like this:

Security Guard: "it's full, and we've already turned over 100 people away".
Sharelle: "But I drove all the way from Canada!" and then "please.please.please..." (shameless, unrelently, emabarassing begging)
Security Guard: "oookay...I'll get my manager and we'll see"

Head security guard comes to the door, and says "come with me". As we go up the escaltor, he confesses that he hadn't even heard of Hornby until the day before. "And you drove all the way Canada..." he said, so shocked. I didn't bother telling him that Canada isn't really that far. I thought he had fair reason to feel bad, I mean you work at a library man.

So I sit in the back, unable to see him for the first half while he reads. Then for question and answer, I snuck to the side, and watched him speak. And I was so, so happy to learn that he was as brilliant in person as he is on the page. It felt like his rants were my rants. He talked about being an adult and having interests, the importance of hope in art, and the necessity of having a laugh while you're reading. And my heart beat wildly in my chest.

And then I realized I forgot to bring my book in for the signing, so I get in the book buying line. Only to take 8 years, and then end up at the very back of the book signing line. By the time we get to Nick, he has signed 100's of books. But the event organizers (who now know me quite well as "the Canadian") tell Nick of my lengthy trek.

NH: "All the way from Canada..." (I didn't correct him either) "I hope it was worth it" (with a grin)
Sharelle: "Definitely worth it"

And then we talked about his new movie screening in Vancouver ("I already have tickets" I gushed), he side hugged me, and took a photo. It may be one of the best moments of my life.

Thanks for sticking out that lengthy story. Now when I start to launch into in real life you can say: "Oh I read it on your blog". Which is why, I almost didn't post it here in the first place. But really, how could I resist?

And there we are:

Given all the context above, please resist the urge to comment on how he looks like a creepy British man. ha.

my long weekend...

(in a rare feat of creativity, I made a collage, or rather, the computer did, and I rearranged. click on it to see it larger)

confessions of a shopaholic & pimms lemonade with lavonne.
wedding with greek dancing
secret garden tea room
slip and fall
seattle outlets
forever 21
pints with spiro
compline with singing monks.
pretentious seattle coffee shop (endearingly of course)
waking up to a view of seattle – 19 floors high
bumbershoot music festival
mango lemonade
slip and fall.
new hipster hats (matt and sharelle)
franz ferdinand
pizza
american microbrews
houndstooth scarf
metric

an excellent weekend (in spite of the double-fall clutziness). it's the kind of weekend to send out the summer with.

What's your favourite era?

I really should not make blog promises that I can't keep. I think I promised a lighter post. I'm not quite sure what this one is.

So today, I delivered a tender at Kwantlen. I've described this tender closing process before. It's sort of like the "spy" part of my administrative assistant job. I stand in a room with four strangers, and frantically scramble down a price, hoping I have the lowest one (so that we get the job). I am very careful that no one overhears my price, and steals it. Then I relish in the results, and stare down all the people we beat. Today, we got second place, so someone else got to stare me down. That was a full paragraph of context right there. On to the real story:

I am driving into Kwantlen, and this wave of nostalgia overtakes me. I saw all these students, on this, their first day of university, scrambling through the parking lot, arms loaded with books. It's that mix of anticipation and fear in their eyes. You sort of want to stop them and say: "it's only Kwantlen, you'll be fine". They have conversations like this one:

Student 1: "I am sooo tired, I was up so late last night"
Student 2: "Why, were you studying or something?"
Student 1: "Oh no, I was just on facebook"

That was real. Fantastic (Tragically, that still is my life sometimes. ha). But really, the whole thing got me thinking about my own university-era.

I think I can say, without fear of regret, that university was my favourite era.

I mean, obviously there will other great eras - there is no denying that. Some people want to choose High School, but I don't think so. In my opinion, University is so much better. You get the social environment of high school, but with more freedom, and ability to develop identity outside of a fishbowl. You get to learn, and even though you feel busy (and you are), you also have daytime hours off. I mean, obviously I am biased because I have always enjoyed school. But, I can't even be accused of "rose-colored glasses" for the past, because I felt this way during university.

It's sort of a strange thing, to realize an era you loved so much is over. But maybe it doesn't have to be? I guess we'll see about that. What about you, what would you say is your favourite era so far?

some Clive wisdom...

So I've been reading Clive Staples "The Four Loves" this week, and I am in awe that I have never read it before. I am just about finished, and I am quite certain, once I flip the last page, I will turn back to the first one. It makes my mind spin with ideas...(as Clive is wont to do). So here is a quote from today, because it's a good one:

There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.

- C.S. Lewis from The Four Loves

Don't worry, I'll probably try and lighten the mood for the next post. I see the direction this blog is taking. ha.

Here we go...

Normally, this isn't something I would post on the blog, for fear that it might be misintepreted.

So I offer this disclaimer:

I am neither advocating nor rejecting the claims in this article. Instead, I am attempting the impossible: to present the article without my opinions attached. I will tell you this - there are parts I agree with, and parts I don't (oh shoot, I already ruined it, didn't I?)

Just read it, and see what you think. Just by reading the title, I am sure some of you are already gasping and calling me names. I hope not. Mostly, I am just interested in this conversation on having and not having children. And I am interested in the way society treats this issue. If you are too, take a read. If you want to punch me, please reconsider.

The Case Against Having Children - Anne Kingston - "Maclean's Magazine"

*And one more disclaimer - if you are a mother, I respect and admire you. You are doing something amazing and selfless everyday. I promise, I just like the conversation.

summer music...

I always love a good soundtrack. It's a good way of pretending you know what's hip & cool, by listening to the songs that other music-loving people pick.

And now, we have the soundtrack of Summer 2009. (500) Days of Summer*

The entire track-list is good. That is not an exaggeration. It is a rare thing to be able to say that. It's got some of my favorites (Regina Spektor, Feist, Simon & Garfunkel) and some new things. Two new ones I am loving are "Sweet Disposition" by The Temper Trap and "Here Comes Your Man" Meaghan Smith. And Zoey Deschanel sings on there too. Pretty great.**

So, you should probably go check it out. I am pretty sure I will be listening to it on repeat for the rest of August.

*Just to be clear, I am not necessarily recommending the movie here. I am still kind of undecided about it. Originally, I was pretty sure I didn't like it. And that's not because of the anti-romance ending (no, I didn't give anything away there, its in the preview). It was something else, their relationship or something. But it's inspired quite a lot of conversation. Which makes me think I might be starting to like it. Now I sort of want to see it again.

**I have been doing some serious music geeking, and have gone to another blog where Marc Webb (the music director) discusses all his music choices, both on the soundtrack, and just on the film. It's actually quite a funny little dialouge about cynicism, and tug-of-war between pop and indie music. If you are interested, take a read.

I usually wait until I am inspired to write....

No. this is not my photo. but it was titled "Back to the Future" in White Rock.
Thanks Flickr.

..but the inspiration seems to come in bits and pieces. And never whilst near a computer. Sometimes, I write random things in the moleskine, and then it never seem to make it to the screen.

Today, I saw on some one else's blog-roll that it's been four weeks since I have written. Although that is probably the worst motivation I can think of, it is causing me to write this.

So, I'm home.

I have been for a while now. But in truth, I am still coming to terms with it. It's strange really. Because most times I come home and I am ecstatic. The first sight of YVR makes me grin ear to ear. I don't know what was different this time. I don't love home any less, but it just seemed too soon or something. Or maybe that I had more "real life" to return to.

That being said, quite a few moments this week have signaled the return of

White Rock Love:

.being "missed" by my tea shop lady at Clancy's Tea Cosy in White Rock.
(this is a great story, more later perhaps)

.sunset at crescent beach.

.sunday morning farmer's market with locals selling fresh fruits & veggies.

.outdoor movie yesterday on the beach with the train passing in the background.

.flowers planted around the base of a lightpost at the beach.
(acutally, that was Laura's, but it's a good one isn't it?)

I feel quite consoled that it's returning. I am not loving suburbia yet. But, I am loving the suburbia August long weekend events happening this year. I think it's quite safe to say, I'll been back to normal in no time at all.