Friday, October 29, 2010

My Cat (Again)

I received an email this morning from PetSmart. Before you rush to conclusions (I'm not really sure what conclusions you'd rush to, given this information, but sometimes I like to cover my ass [other times I like to leave it bare, obviously]), I'd like to give you some background information: I signed up for the frequent shopper thingie at PetSmart, where they give you a keycard thing that they swipe and, supposedly, you get a discount for shopping there frequently (sorry for the long sentence and the absurd amount of brackets/parentheses contained therein). I have yet to see this discount, but I will continue to shop there when it is convenient for me. Given that PetSmart is a huge chain that is soaking up the pet merch money from the other small pet supply businesses in town, I only shop there if I know they have something the other places don't. I just like to support local businesses, y'know?

Anyway, I was talking about Friskies... Um... I forget... Oh yes, I got an email this morning from PetSmart about nutritional supplements for cats and dogs, and I'm not sure what scares me more: how excited I was about PetSmart now carrying GNC pet vitamins, or how efficient PetSmart's marketing tactics are.

Yesterday I spent more money than is defensible on food for my dear feline. I justified this by the fact that she is getting older and creakier (she is 13 and I remember when we got her, so that makes me feel old too) and she needs good quality food so she doesn't die so soon, and she is also fat, so she needs special low-cal food, and she needs cranberry extract because she has pissing problems from time to time. Maybe I feel like I have to buy her love because I feel guilty about keeping her indoors.

In summation, I fucking love my cat.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Food Etc.

So the tactic I embraced last post of only using up half an hour worked pretty well. Another rapid word regurgitation coming your way right..... Now!

The commute is still going well. With my new phone (you'll hear about that in a minute, I promise) I've been taking pictures of funny things I see along my commute, as well as things I've seen at school. I'm starting to think I should create a blog just around my commute to Victoria, because you really do see so much more when you're not the one driving. I recently had my first carpool with another woman who lives here in the CVRD. She is a professor at Camosun, so our schedules work out quite well. Here are some photos of my commute:
Yup, that truck says "Skookum Tools". Would sending this picture to my Dialectology of Canada professor be really nerdy?

Here is a cute tiny bunny at UVic. I'm surprised there are still little ones around- it seems like they're usually only little in the spring time. I hope this one doesn't die... Actually, I think I had a dream about finding a warren of tiny baby bunnies last night. Or maybe it was reality. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference.

A cool stencil I found on a wall at Cornett. I've been seeing more and more spray-painted stencils around lately but most have not been as well-executed as this one. Maybe I just like the subject matter here more than the others.

This is the sky at UVic at 8am. Days like this make commuting not so bad.

So, my phone. As you may or may not know, as of August I had had a Motorola (not even sure of the model number because of reasons that will soon become clear) phone for around three years, although it seems longer than that because of how deep our relationship was, and how outdated it was already when I got it. It is so old I couldn't even find a picture of it online so here is a picture of it taken by yours truly:
Those are all fruit/vegetable stickers. I'm not sure how it started, but it became a mild obsession for me to see how abused I could make my phone look, not because I hated my phone, but because I wanted it to be unique in the growing sea of phone facsimiles. It served me well: it went through half a cycle in the washing machine before I realized it was in there and fished it out. It has been dropped more times than I could count. The ringer volume button is so worn that it's black instead of silver, and the stickers are so fused with the body of the phone that if I wanted to take the battery out it would be impossible to open the compartment. It might actually be waterproof now, with all the stickers on it.

Anyway, my phone and I have decided to part ways. It was getting tiresome to text when the phone's T9 vocabularly was so limited (it didn't know swear words, and those make up most of my texting speech). The plan was expensive, too, and it didn't even have a camera. I still keep it around for nostalgia and because GP and I have a friend with the same phone who periodically needs parts. I get the feeling he doesn't take care of his as much as I did mine. I now have a Palm Pre and I am continually in awe of the technology that most people have been acquainted with for several years.
Last night GP and I watched Food Inc. I didn't really learn anything new from it, but it did remind me why I continue to make conscious decisions regarding where I buy my food and especially my meat. It's fairly easy for us, here in the Cowichan Valley, to find locally grown produce and it's cheap as dirt. We're very lucky in that regard. Meat isn't much of a worry either, because of Quist Farms' Meat Market. I remember how difficult it was to find local produce and meat in Victoria, though. And what the hell?! Victoria is the greenest city I know, yet most of the organic fruit and veg in their stores is from California. Yesterday GP went to the store for dinner stuff and the only organic bell peppers they had were from Argentina and were six times the price of the BC hothouse peppers. They, of course, had every reason to be, given that they were shipped from way too far away.

It's a tough decision to make: do I eat obscenely expensive produce shipped using ridiculous amounts of fossil fuel, but that has no yucky pesticides, or do I eat pesticide-poisoned food that requires intensive energy to produce but has been grown a few hundred kilometers away. There's always the choice in this situation, if we really love bell peppers and couldn't live without them, to move to Argentina, which is ridiculous. I don't like bell peppers that much. I think the best, sanest choice is to eat locally, regardless of whether or not pesticides are used, because if it's a small operation many times there is very little pesticide use and, if they don't use any, it is labour-intensive and expensive to seek certification by an organic food board, so farms don't bother. Jesus, that was a long paragraph.

Speaking of farming (ok, not a great segue, but go with it), I plan to plant spring bulbs this weekend!What we have above is a delightful assortment of narcissus, tulips, hyacinths, bluebells, crocuses, and snowdrops. My mum has been busy making window boxes for us (me, I guess, GP has nothing to do with this) to put on the railings of the balcony. I'd like to fill them with flowers in the spring and then, if possible, grow veggies in the summer. Hopefully I will be done enough homework today and tomorrow that I'll be able to carry out this plan. Oh hell, who am I kidding? I'll be planting this stuff regardless of whether or not I'm done my homework.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Hiatus? No, Just Busy-ness

If you're reading this, my thanks go to you for not giving up on my now pitifully backlogged blog. I have been so busy with school and life in general that updating my blog has seemed more frivolous an exercise than knitting, although I guess that doesn't mean much coming from me. GP and I have been very busy on many fronts, so allow me to update you, dear reader.

On October 1st we moved to a new and, happily, better living situation. I'll give you the bad news first: There is only one window that opens and it is in the bedroom and it faces a somewhat noisy street, so we can't really have fresh air at night without listening to noise. I guess that's the only bad news about this place... Oh, wait, no, our neighbours often have noisy sex. But that's kind of entertaining, so I'm not sure it can be counted as bad news, except that they are very unnattractive. They tend to talk a lot (weird...) and I'll admit that GP and I have sidled up to the wall to hear what they're saying on more than one occasion. I wish they would enunciate more because their words are very muffled. The only other thing I can think of negatively about this place is that it is on the second level and let me tell you, that sure was a bitch when we were moving our heavy furniture. Thank god we had done P90X not long before, otherwise we would've been passed out half-way through the gruelling 24-hour move. Yup, getting stuff packed up and put into the truck took around 12 hours and taking it all out again took another entire day. All I can say about that is thank you, U-Haul.

I would put a picture of the mess that was our furniture and earthly belongings, taking up most of the parking lot on the day we moved here, but we were too tired to even think of taking pictures. We were obscenely lucky that it was a sunny day.

Here are the great things about our new place: the second floor part makes me feel slightly safer, even though anyone could climb the stairs to our place because they are on the outside of the building. I can also imagine it being noisier on street-level, especially when the guy with the huge Dodge truck leaves for work in the morning. (Incidentally, that guy is the one living next to us and we are fairly certain from the sounds we hear from his girlfriend that he has that truck for a reason, if you know what I mean. Sorry, too much information?) The balcony is spacious enough for our BBQ, various gardening stuff, and a little table and chairs. My mum is even going to build us some boxes to put on the railing so that we can have flowers in the spring and veggies in the summer. I can't wait to get planting! Our worms had to come inside, now that it's getting chillier, and they seem happy in the kitchen. The good news is that there is a lot more room in this place, so we can actually fit the giant worm box inside without having to knock a wall down. And no, it doesn't smell because we are exceptional worm stewards. The new place has carpets in the spare bedroom/Kim's office and in the master bedroom. The only bad thing about that is that Friskies loves scratching it, so we've had to put up a kitty gate that she still manages to climb over:
She should talk to Alanna Kostiw about going climbing sometime because even after us having made an overhang, she STILL gets over the damn thing. Besides that, though, she has adjusted well.

Another great thing about this place is that it's SO much brighter than the last place. We are facing east, so we get the morning sunshine, whereas our last place was facing north so we got... Bupkiss. Also, this place has a full-size dishwasher, which is awesome because now I can cook whatever the hell I want and GP can stay as happy cleaning it up as he was when he was eating it, and I can bake and cook all sorts of amazing food with my Kitchenaid and Cuisinart and not worry about having to hand wash the damn things when I'm done. What have I made so far? Well here's the first dinner we had here:
A simple but delicious meal of roasted chicken and root veggies (parsnips, carrots and beets, to be exact). And a few weeks ago I marinated some chicken in red wine (surprising, I know) and sundry other delectable things and made a salad to go along with it. Needless to say it was delightful.
The picture doesn't do it justice, so just believe me when I say it was yummy.

I think that's enough of an update for now. I'm trying to limit myself to only spending half an hour on this and my time is almost up. I'll try my darnedest (weird spelling) to make sure this hiatus was a one-off and, as I said before, I'll post soon about my new phone, about which I still feel ambivalent.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

On Life and Living

...Because death and dying is much too morose and negative for the following post.

I attended a memorial today for a family friend who recently died in a car crash. She was young and her death was, as car crashes have a habit of being, a sudden shock and of course very sad for everyone who knew her. I did not know her especially well, and I am a few years younger than she was (these tense changes are confusing), but our families sometimes visited and so I did spend some time with her.

Her memorial service reminded me of what's really important in life: love and being in the moment.

You can think that's corny, but if you do you're an asshole (ha, wow, what an un-loving sentence this is). Really though, that's all we have, no matter how you slice it. Some Coldplay came on my shuffle as I was driving home tonight and the lyrics got right into my brain: yeah, we do all have someone to lean on and yeah, we really do live in a beautiful world. Sure, it's totally fucked up, but it's totally beautiful too. So why not do all we can to appreciate that? And why not honour our incredible ability to care for other people?

Why, since life is so short, do we put off things that are, in the end, so important? Things pile up and get in the way of friendships and family, but awful accidental tragic terrible things happen to remind us to wake up and re-evaluate how we value (or do not value) the people in our lives. What if you're not alive tomorrow? What if I'm not? I don't want to be one of those silly idiots who goes out and gets Carpe Diem tattooed on her lower back (how perfect of a tramp stamp would that be?!), but this horrific loss of life has changed my mind to believe that this is really the only way to lead a full, happy, honest, carefree life.

Why not strive to do your best? Why not smile? Why not start conversations with strangers? Why not keep in touch with your brother? Why not look people in the eye and tell them why you will or will not ___? So many people ask why they should do something. Well, really, why not?

Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. -Rumi

Monday, September 20, 2010

Misty Malahat, Murchies, Morphology and Marvelosity

Well jeez, it seems as though I've fallen off the blogging bandwagon a little bit. An update? Don't mind if I do. I wonder if I can get this all down in the 20 minutes before I leave for school. Yes, school, I'm still doing that! Only 11 weeks to go, but it's already very hard and I'm already going to be attending some office hours to help me with my first assignments.

Commuting to school has been interesting. I'm finding that soothing music helps with my road rage on the two days per week that I drive and reading on the bus is absolutely fantastic. I haven't had any creepy weirdos talk to me yet, but there are 11 weeks left. One thing I really love about driving on the Malahat four days every week is how damn picturesque it is. Most days it has been misty and foggy and sooo pretty.
Ok, so it's not the best picture, but it was taken on my (new!) cell phone. Blog post to follow about that bittersweet event.

Tuesdays and Fridays are my bus commuting days, on which I get up at 6:30 and take the 7:00 commuter bus. I get into town at around 8:15 and I get so much work done because my classes don't start until 12:30! Last Friday I met my friend Meghan at Murchies and we had a delightful time knitting the morning away. In fact, I was having such a good time I almost forgot about my 12:30 class. Luckily Meghan reminded me at noon that I had a class and off I went on the closest bus to school!

School itself is hard, I won't deny that. In fact, I'll be the very first to admit it. I think the people in my classes think I'm a bit dim, but I just don't remember anything from my courses last year. It's really frightening, actually. I'm not really sure how someone who got relatively good grades (a B and two B-'s) in the feeder courses for the ones I'm taking could feel so lost with the homework she has been given, especially phonology and morphology. Syntax I am just fine with. The upside of this is, though, that this is the first year I really feel like I can ask for help and elaborate on what I don't know.

(Aside: someone just walked past the window where Friskies is sitting staring out. They saw her and said "Oh hi, you're pretty". I am so proud.)

GP has been really good so far about taking on more responsibilities at home. In the summer I did most of the household chores because I wasn't really doing anything, so I could. Now, though, we both have school and work, so GP has to pick up some slack and I must say he's doing marvelously. It's his responsibility to make dinner twice a week and do the laundry, while I'm responsible for cleaning and making dinner on the other nights. Whoever cooks doesn't do the dishes. I think it's pretty fair and it's helping me a lot with getting more work done. Last weekend and the weekend before he made me pancakes. I hope this is the beginning of a wonderful routine!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

First Years

School started yesterday and as much as I sometimes loathe going to school, I was feeling incredibly nostalgic because yesterday was my last first day of undergrad. I can remember my very first first day like it was yesterday (cliché, I know, but it's true) and watching all those bright-eyed first years wander around with the obviously faked look of knowing where they were going made me look back on my university experience. What would I have done differently if I could start over? What advice would I give to someone starting university for the first time, fresh out of high school? Between my victory lap or two, almost transferring to three schools, and changing education paths more times than I care to admit, I like to think I know a bit about what to do and what not to do at school. Then again, the more I learn the less I know and the more I learn the less I believe there is one way to get things done. However, if you were to do things my way, here is how you would do them:

1. Live in rez, preferably with a roommate. It's the experience. How are you going to know what you like and dislike in a roommate if you never have (ha, almost typed 'hate' there, Freudian slip I guess) one? I know people who absolutely loved their first year roomies and still talk to them. I know other people, myself included, who ended up abhorring them and blocked them on Facebook as soon as they signed up for the damn site. I also know people who loved living in rez and hated it. Both my brother and I hated it, for different reasons. Actually, that's not true. I really liked the people but I hated the actual building and the oppressive atmosphere of the university and city in general. My brother hated the lifestyle. Actually, I guess I didn't like it either. But what I'm trying to say here is that you need to live in rez, even if you don't think you'll like it, because it's one year that you can look back on and say "Good heavens, what a great/awful year, I wish I could/I'm glad I don't have to do it again".

This was the whiteboard outside our door, probably near the end of our relationship.

2. DO NOT have a boyfriend/girlfriend. I made this mistake in first year. It was even worse for me because my relationship was long-distance. I know lots of people who stayed with their high school boyfriends/girlfriends in first year and regret it. First year is about meeting new people and finding your niche, and you just can't do that with the responsibility of a relationship. It's about not putting your eggs in one basket. You need a balance between all your relationships and, although this takes a while to figure out (I'm only figuring it out now, when I'm almost done school), it's nice to get a head-start in first year.

Puppy love.

3. Take courses you're really excited about as well as ones you're either only vaguely interested in or have never heard of before. The only reason I am in Linguistics now is because of a whim. Some of the best courses I've ever taken were completely off the cuff decisions, like EPHE 142-Personal Health, Wellness and Potential. Other courses I enjoyed were things I knew I was interested in but didn't know much about, like Women's Studies. Don't be afraid of what people will think if you tell them what courses you're taking and don't let people bully you into taking courses you're not into. I took an introductory PSYCH course because everyone else was and I absolutely hated it. Stay on top of add/drop dates so that you know when you can get out of a class if you don't like it. You don't have to explain why you're taking a course to anyone; your education is your decision and if you're in French but you want to take a Computer Science class, take it, dammit! Also, don't think you have to take only 100-level courses in first year, only 200-level courses in second year, etc. Learn how the calendar works, how prereqs work and make your courses work for you.

4. Learn about what services are available to you and TAKE ADVANTAGE of them!
The UVic health plan covers a lot of dental, as well as massage therapy, chiropractic, physio and other things too, I think. Need a pair of orthotics? Get 'em while you're at school because they are WAY cheaper! Believe me, I've done it. Prescriptions are also partially covered, so get your HPV vaccine right now while you're young and it's cheap. I've done that and have the reduced risk of cancer to prove it.

This goes for teachers' office hours, too. I consistently get higher marks in the courses of professors whose office hours I attend when I need help. I think this is because when you really have a good grasp on a concept the other course material becomes more interesting. How are you going to be interested in something you don't understand? Of course, there are exceptions to this. GP didn't talk to any of his profs in undergrad and pulled off very high marks, but it doesn't hurt to at least go and introduce yourself. Profs, like wild beasts, are a lot less scary when you have them cornered in their offices.

5. Join a club. Just join one. You will meet people who share your interests and learn how to talk to strangers. This is the only time when you'll have this kind of thing thrown at you, and it will look fantastic on your resume.

6. Party your nuts off, if that's what you're into. You need to get all your hormone-drenched beer-thirsty naive first year partying over and done with while you're still in first (and second) year so you can focus on school in the subsequent years. Profs design first year courses knowing that you're a dumb high school kid who has a lot more to think about than English 135, so take advantage of that. This is the only time you're going to be able to enjoy the freedom of partying-mid week, not having anyone to answer to, and not having any real responsibilities. As Ms. Frizzle says, make mistakes and get messy. Just remember the next piece of advice...
This about sums it up.

7. Take care of your body. You've surely heard of the Freshman Fifteen, where you're supposed to gain an extra fifteen pounds in first year because of all the shit young irresponsible people put in their bodies. Don't do that! Eat well. There are healthy options if you look for them; you might have to get creative, but your body is worth it. Don't, for god's sake, eat donuts for breakfast, burgers for lunch, and fettuccine alfredo for dinner every day just because you can! Many people do this and end up feeling bad about themselves. Many people also feel bad about themselves and try to eat as little as possible. Don't do that either. It will deplete your brain power and physical energy and make you want to binge on really awful food, which will lead you to feel even worse about your body afterward. I'm no doctor, but I think it's safe to say eating vegetables and lean protein and staying away from fried foods and refined carbohydrates will give you a leg up on nutrition.

Studies also show that physical exercise not only improves brain power, but also helps you sleep better, avoid depression, cancer and heart disease, and significantly increase your self confidence. A minimum of 30 minutes a day is all you need and it's likely you spend that much time procrastinating on Facebook, so why not take a walk and take your phone with you so you can walk and procrastinate at the same time?

Also, you should have an up-to-date medical history, so go to the campus medical clinic on AT LEAST a yearly basis to get screened for the plethora of disgusting illnesses that plague first year students. It's important to have a baseline for your health.

Above all, respect yourself and the fact that this body is the only one you're going to have. Take it out for exercise and feed it good things. Don't make foolish mistakes that have serious life-changing consequences. Pregnancy can be fixed (depending on your beliefs, but if you have those kinds of beliefs you're likely not going to be in that situation anyway); HIV, HPV and herpes cannot, so use a damn condom if you're the humping type.

8. Don't go home every weekend if that's an option. You need space from your family to grow up and they need space from you to learn how to let you grow up. Besides, you should be out making friends, not going home and eating chicken soup made from scratch every weekend, as nice as that sounds. Finding out who you are means sometimes being uncomfortable and/or unhappy and learning how to deal with that yourself, without the help and comfort of home.

9. Call your mother. She loves you and she wants to know you're safe. She remembers when she was in university (maybe??) and how crazy first year was. She worries. You don't have to call every day, but once a week would be nice. You never know what could happen, so it's good to keep on good terms at most times. There is also something in it for you, because when you have a good relationship with your family they'll be more likely to help when you phone at 1 am on a Tuesday morning in late November when you're up to your eyeballs in papers and assignments and it's not going anywhere and you're running out of money because your Theatre prof requires that you attend expensive theatrical performances and you don't know what to do because you feel like you're getting the strep throat that's been going around in rez and you really (sob) just (sob) need (sob) a hug. When a hug is impossible you'd be surprised at how good most mums are at pep talks. If you don't have a mum for this, you can call mine.
She's great.

10. Use your agenda. I cannot stress this enough. WRITE EVERYTHING in that thing! If you've never been organized, now is definitely the time to at least try. And sometimes if you fake it long enough it just starts being an actual skill. Also, write your name and phone number in the front of it. I have been saved by that on more than one occasion.

11. Talk to people. First year is when relationships are made and broken. If you don't talk to people in your first year and stick your feelers out as much as possible you will have nobody to take notes for you in third and fourth years, when school actually matters. There's also the fact that if you're from out of town you won't know anyone and you need to know people to at least find out where stuff is, if not to have people to hang out with. Plus, it's a confidence booster to know that you have the social skills to strike up random conversations and the more you do it the better you get at it.

12. Don't text in class. It is SO disrespectful to the prof. Think about how you'd like it if you were giving a speech on the thing you're most passionate about and someone whips out their cellphone for the entire duration. Don't think s/he can't see you, because s/he has had lots of experience with in-class texters and you, likely, have had less. Sure, you've paid for the course, but that doesn't give you a license to be rude to the professor. Also, it totally gives you away as a first year. As does a cell phone ringing in class, so just turn it off.

13. Take things when they're free. Trust me when I say you'll need every last penny, so when they hand out free bars of soap in rez, take as many as your pride will allow. Same goes with sticky notes, pens, binders, and toothpaste, not to mention free coupon books that give you $10 off when you spend $__ at Thrifty's. I'm not ashamed to admit I picked up quite a few of those and abused the hell out of them. Maybe I'm the reason they stopped doing that. Don't buy an agenda or any clothing at the bookstore in September. You can get an agenda for free at the SUB and the bookstore has REALLY good sales usually at the middle and/or end of the semester. You should, however, buy your books when the bookstore is busy. If you're a first year this is a rite of passage that you cannot miss: it builds character.

14. Don't own a car. Chances are pretty good you'll meet some dumb chump who owns a car and has to pay for the parking, insurance and increasingly expensive fuel, if not the loans too. It is unlikely, if you live in rez, that you'll ever need a car. If you do, though, borrow someone else's and make them cookies in exchange. As well as being a waste of money, cars just don't enable you to explore a city like the bus does. On foot you get to know a place a lot more intimately. Also, if you're taking the bus you're forced to plan ahead and know when and how you're getting somewhere. This helps with getting home from the bar (although if you're an 18 year-old first year I guess you wouldn't be going to the bar in B.C.- head to Alberta for first year!) and with people who have trouble being on time. And hey, not owning car is good for the environment too, so that's cool. I wish I could practice what I preach here, although I guess I didn't own a car in first year so I'm still ok.
Do as I say, not as I do.

15. Respect money. If you are someone who is putting yourself through school, you know (hopefully) how important it is to be wise with your money. Make a budget and stick to it. DO NOT get a credit card. And don't make people whose parents pay for their schooling feel bad. Just because money isn't a problem for them doesn't mean their lives are easy. If you are someone whose parents pay for your schooling, don't tell many people and don't lend people money. If you do, don't expect it to be paid back and do expect to have a lot of 'splainin' to do when your parents find out you lent Whatshertits x-amount of their hard-earned cash because she was irresponsible with hers. Respect your parents and their money by making a budget and sticking to it. They will appreciate this and will be more likely to give you extra money for fun things once in a while. Also, realize that you are in your current financial situation entirely by luck.

16. Don't eat at Applebee's. The food and drinks are overpriced and under-tasty. Support your on-campus pub instead. Oh, and to save you from making an embarrassing faux pas like I did, it's prouncounced fuh-LISS-ih-tahs, not fell-ee-SEE-tahs. (It's annoying not having the IPA alphabet on my keyboard. If I could write all my sentences in IPA I probably would... Maybe.)

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

CAUGHT!

THIS IS THE FACE
Of a cat who knows she's not supposed to be on the bed.
It shouldn't be surprising that she has climbed onto the couch and is now purring in my lap.