academic reflection

SFU is built on something of a mountain, so it is often up in the clouds and the rain and the gloom while the rest of the city enjoys sun. Sometimes, however, we're lucky enough to switch that around and get our share of sunshine. Earlier this week we got to experience that change, the the outcome was amazing. The air was completely still, the sky almost completely blue, and the sun was as bright and almost warm as one would expect it to be in September. Perhaps the most amazing part of this, was how the entire city was covered in a layer of fog so dense that it looked like we were sitting on top of the clouds... although I suppose, literally, we were.

home café

I suppose I could write a little more about the previous two entries. I finished A Home at the End of the World yesterday, and it turned out to be quite an engrossing read. I’ve mentioned before that I’d often thought about the possibility of creating a family based on not 2, but 3 individuals, and I wondered how perfect it would be if it actually worked. This idea was the central premise of the novel, which is why I was so looking forward to reading it. And I read it quickly. As I feared, I was finished only a few days after starting, and was forced to return to my world. The only difference was now I had a taste of someone else’s.

** update - It's time for winter, so I've redesigned. For those who may be curious, the banner photo was taken by my grandmother a couple years ago in a park a few blocks away from her home in Saskatchewan. **

pieces

Have you ever made bad decisions even when you knew the consequences wouldn't be favourable? I have.

the frog

I'm finally reading Michael Cunningham's A Home at the End of the World. The other day, while skipping my accounting lecture, I went to Chapters and I purchased it along with C.S. Lewis' Mere Christianity. I've surprised myself at how much I miss reading for enjoyment... I think the last time I read a book purely for fun, prior to this fall, was about 7 or 8 years ago. Maybe I'll write something useful at some point. Time to go to bed and immerse myself in someone else's world. I'm such a hermit!

sweet seraphim

I want to write something even though I don’t feel like I have anything to write. It’s a problem I often have, especially when I feel like much of the writing I do put into this thing has a sort of depressed or lost tone to it (which does seem appropriate given the subject matter, but sometimes I and I’m sure you want a break). Unfortunately I don’t think that break will come today.

roadblocks

I was in 10th grade when I lost my best friend. His family lived across the street from mine; so naturally, we became friends even before kindergarten. He was the best friend I could have – we were both interested in Lego, computers, video games, rollercoasters, and later on, graphics and animation and all those fun things. In high school our interests began to differ slightly when he started up a band in his garage and he began to develop different musical tastes. That was perfectly fine with me, because best friends don’t have to be the same. Some time after, we began to talk less frequently to the point where I no longer hung out at his place for hours a day like I had before. It was later that I found I no longer had a best friend because of who I was thought to be.

all the gays

We were sitting at the kitchen table after our meal (for the first time in about a year due to renovations) discussing my past and future education possibilities, when the parentals began to look a little more into my desire to switch schools again and go to the main art+design school around here - eciad. There was some trouble understanding exactly what I would be doing, and how that could get me a job, but despite their overall negative tone towards the whole idea, I managed to keep civil and explain my view and all that. Then the mother mentioned how "all the gays" would probably be at that school.