…something tells me that burning the candle at both ends is still a bad idea. Oh well.
So the Golden Key Honour Society Induction was last week. I enjoyed it insofar as I could. It seemed a bit haphazard at times, but I guess that goes with the territory. It was good to see Jen and Mike again though. Mike gave a tour of his lab and we had a good chat. I ran into Colin earlier in the day and we celebrated his birthday with lunch. It was crazy running into so many people on campus that I'm not used to running into.
Getting all pampered with a hair style (from a long ago purchased gift certificate that was ready to expire) before Trivia night was worth it. The hair looked great (done by Kam at MudHoney Salon) and she even complimented Jackie (who works at ICON) on my haircut. I rather liked her manner and her general styling technique, which is a great boon to a salon. Of course Jackie's my fave (and Kam did rather think my cut complimented me nicely) so I won't be getting my hair cut by anyone else (or at least I won't until such a point where Jackie's too far away or something to do my hair). Trivia night was also awesome. We placed third out of 25 teams!
The weekend itself was awesome. I truly enjoyed playing with a tonne of kids (comparatively speaking) this past week (well I dunno if playing counts when you're talking about an almost 2 month old but whatever), and have gorged on some really awesome food! Plus, of course seeing more of my friends' friends is great too! Saturday night's party was a blast!
And Sunday I saw the Fringe Theatre Adventures Double Feature with Jesus in Montana (which was amusing) and Dishpig (which was awesome! I dunno if I could EVER use repetition so effectively).
Today when the front page of the Metro covered Oil Capital Kiwanis' Top Cop Police Appreciation award, I couldn't help but smile. The previous evening's ceremony was such fun. It's always nice to see some of my favorite Kiwanians.
I guess it's no wonder I've been tired. But it's been good, I've met some amazing people, eaten some great food, indulged in culture and yes, seen just a few more crazy YouTube videos!
And now the waiting begins.
Then again it felt really great this morning when the lady came in to talk to our class about the merits of an MLIS, having completed the application and sent all of the appropriate paperwork to the appropriate offices.
The scary part is what if I don't get in? Do I apply anew? Or what do I do with the next however many years?
Hard not to worry and wonder.
My hair is still curled. The be-ribboned tree sits upon my table. And I am tired. But I have slept well, and Peter Pan in Scarlet has been read this afternoon. So my homework is done for the week and as I struggle against growing older, another Winter Waltz has passed.
Certainly I had an excellent evening. An excellent beginning to a long and varied season of merriment and other such busy-ness.
Now back to your regular programming.
I am ever so pleased to have seen Thomas King speak today. No, I didn't bring anything to get autographed, or speak to the amazing author whose voice speaks with such great storytelling ease, what I did bring was ears to listen. His brief lecture (gosh, whenever I'm looking at a public lecture and thinking it's brief or even too brief, I know it's a good one!) brought up so many issues.
And while I could go on for ages about politics or elections, causes or problems, storytelling or perceptions, or even a myriad of other topics touched upon by Thomas King, the noteworthy concept that he did address was ethics. He used stories to illustrate the value (or lack thereof) that we, as North Americans, place on ethics. It is easier to be lazy. More convenient to be lazy. Easier to forget about ethics. Easier to live in our material reality in comparative comfort and surrounded by convenience than to follow ethical routes all of the time. To take responsibility takes effort and this is simply not the easiest route. He goes on to explain that we are not without ethics, but rather act with them sporadically or speak of them frequently, but that it is not a constant. Instead, acting with ethics is an action that we all neglect to do frequently (or perhaps on an individual level, some people neglect to do so more or less frequently than others).
And then my mind thinks of inertia. Because scientific discourse must enter the discussion at least somewhere, at least in my way of thinking. And I am reminded of how it is easier to remain inert, than to get up and start moving.
And while perhaps each individual's method of acting with ethics might differ in one way shape or form (because certainly 100% agreement is a notion that is unheard of in such a seemingly diverse society of mixed views and backgrounds), Thomas King's notion does hold some weight.
All in all, an enjoyable lecture by one of the more vibrant public speakers I have had the pleasure to watch.
tickling my nose
flakes falling in darkness
interrupt my reverie
I spin and stare up
showering my black jacket with polka dots
this snow melts on impact or soon after
but colder night awaits
as we sleep
the flakes fall
one layer sticking
and then the next
soon blanketing the ground with whiteness
this first snow remains
clean white remembrance
greets the wakers this morn
on which we reflect
our gratitude for soldiers
protecting our chance
to revel in the crystal clean snow
while others fight in wartime
and some of us work today
and maybe roads are slick
looking out my ground-floor window
I wonder at the snow that sticks
So this Halloween was busier than most. I did have a blast and was featured in a rather large number of photographs (most of which I have yet to see). I started my day with a trip to work to see costumes (many of which were amazing… including a certain 'The Donald' imitator, some Vegas individuals, and a pirate) before heading to campus to pick up the last reference letter for my as yet not completed Grad school application.
Following a visit with a couple of my favorite profs (I have a few) I ate some sushi (pampering!) before making my way to an odd awards ceremony (odd as in how it was organized). There I saw Denny and met some other people. Kind of meaningless but oh well.
I revisited work to see an amazing hooker costume (yes it was a man underneath all that costuming) among others and got home in time to catch up on the internet (and start the homework assignment that I'm one tenth of the way through now).
Then there was my bartending shift at Dinwoodie. I was highly amazed by Devon's hair (it STAYED in Pipi Longstocking braids all night without bobby pins!) and a certain dress on another one of my friends (and yes, he looked great, as much as he probably wouldn't like me to go on and on and on about it 😉 ). My costume was akward when bending to lift things or when climbing to reach things but beyond that it performed well. I had a blast bartending. I actually really enjoyed making highballs and shots. That was my favorite part — of course people watching was a whole lot of fun too! Plus I got to bartend in French. And… Dennys afterward felt just plain great… though I'm perhaps more sleep deprived than usual after a time change (well except when the clocks change the other way somehow).
Shaun's Post/Saint Halloween party was a blast (though I still find it annoying that he doesn't have a buzzer resulting in my yelling and throwing rocks to get in….). His Tigger the stripper costume, Alex's Roman Angel alcoholic, and Fren's Two-Face were amazing! And that's not even mentioning the dead Jesus and other costumes.
I'm surprised I was as alert as I was today. Working at 7am after going to bed at 6am the previous morning does require a certain amount of internal clock readjustment. But I did learn a few things: Halloween is better in an awesomer costume, Olwyn is an awesome costume designer, I REALLY enjoy bartending (as much as I don't drink, and no, I didn't even taste the alcohol while on shift), and I am ever so thankful for my friends.