Archive for January, 2007
I forgot to mention that Brian and I went to see Zaide, which was being put on by Opera in Concert last weekend. This is a “rarely” performed opera and was unfinished (by Mozart) and, well, maybe there are reasons for both of those things — it wasn’t really that great.
One of the signers was blantantly reading every line — and I know they’re allowed to in this case, and that they have music stands, etc., but at least make it appear as though this wasn’t your first time through. The reason we went was to see Vasil Garvanliev perform. And he exceeded my expectations. He had everything memorized and his voice is just of a quality beyond, well, many. He’s a character on stage and adds to every performance I have seen him in.
Then, Monday night — I met with a new team I’m volunteering with (a research committee) and it was so great! I’m really looking forward to working with them.
Then, last night, I was set to meet a friend for dinner (after this dinner had already been cancelled 4 times, the degree of expectation was heightened) . Neither of us had each other’s phone numbers and we didn’t meet. We were both there — at Fresh on Bloor St, but I got a table and she waited outside (without even checking in the building) for 45 minutes before leaving.
I then met up with Queen’s friends who I haven’t seen for 4 years at a poetry competition. Apparently it’s the 8th annual, but after working in publishing for 3 years now, it was the first I’d heard of it. He made it to round 2, but not beyond, though I was very, very schocked at a couple of the choices who made it to the end. I bolted at the news to try to fly home and to get into bed before 12, but then remembered that I had won my pretty laptop bag (not the super cool one) on ebay and wanted to pay for it. Paypal was NOT cooperative at all! But I finally settled in at 12:30 only to feel like thirty seconds had passed before my alarm went off.
Now, I have class tonight, yoga tomorrow night and dinner plans on Friday night — I need to do things like laundry and grocery shopping! I only have a block of goat cheese and rice puffs left — not very conducive to keeping one’s energy up when running at this pace.Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )
So, I need “frivilous” money.
Money to spend on things that I don’t need, but want and that are ridiculously expensive.
So, I have decided to attempt to master the world of ebay — somehow… I know the basic premisis upon which ebay is based, but none of the particulars — I am currently in a bidding war for a laptop bag and have used ebay maybe 2 times before to try to get something…so I’m not sure how it works from the buyer’s perspective, or how paypal works from this secretive other side.
Research to follow… And then money? Perhaps?Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 3 so far )
Don’t worry — I know it’s not a tragedy, I just like to pine over it.Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )
I really enjoyed the premiere of Little Mosque on the Prairie a few weeks ago and, as this was the first Monday I’ve been home in a while, I was excited at the prospect of sitting down to watch the show at 9:00.
Alas — there was no show to watch. The ever stupid “Just for Laughs” was on (and I really don’t have time to waste on that. So, disappointed, I ask the CBC — what happened? Where did the show go?Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )
I was at a birthday party for my most long-time ever friend and there were 6 people there celebrating birthdays — there would have been 7 if Jeremy had come AND I recieved an email that another friend just gave birth to an adorable little boy.
So — what occassion occurs roughly 9 months before now…anything special? By my calculation it’s only April at that time, so maybe it’s just that spring is in the air?Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )
From Kindergarten Stacey and I were inseperable. We were best friends and no two best friends could have been more perfectly matched. We got into trouble together, got lost together so many times while hiking, fought together, and stood strong and tall beside one another.
Of course, I didn’t realize how similar we were until years later when, after spending years apart we met up and were still the same person in pretty much every single respect.
Looking back, she was the only person that, at the time, I simply HAD to do something with. I have never had another friend that I shared such a dependence on. We joined everything together, we thought in the same way, were both in the “gifted” program at school and silently competed for better grades against one another. We had a healthy one-up-manship at school, and in life.
It all came to an end in eighth grade.
That was when my best friend in the whole world moved.
Now, I know this happens to children all the time and we both tried to pretend that we didn’t mind, but she was moving to Switzerland. I still remember us the last day together before she moved. We were both trying so hard to be happy. Too tough and grown up to cry, of course. For 13 year olds we managed to keep in touch via mail (those were the pre-email days) for a long time, and I even got to go to Switzerland to visit when I was 14 — all by myself, my first time on a plane.
I remember being jealous of Stacey’s new friends she had made there. Jealous that she could speak German fluently. That she was now, likely, smarter than me.
Brutally jealous. I remember never wanting to share her. Or maybe being insecure and knowing deep down inside that she was one of two true friends I had in the whole world and, without her, I would be pretty much all alone in the world. (I did, of course, make new friends and have since rid myself of almost all jealous tendencies).
Continents apart, we still excelled at school — she veered towards Science and me towards English and the arts (maybe it was meant to be that way — complimentary instead of competitive). I went to Queen’s, her family moved back here and she went to Guelph. We both finished Masters programs. We had continued, through space and time to stay even — the measuring stick was level.
And now, I just recieved a wonderful email that she and her husband are pregnant. And I am so happy for her and wonder how the even lives we had been living somehow suddenly got so out of whack. Did she speed up? Did I slow down? Of course, I don’t actually think we should be at the same place in our lives but her email made me realize that I am just so not in that same place. So incredibly far from it and sometimes I wish I didn’t feel so far away, like I didn’t feel like I knew I would have to do things like buying a place on my own just to finally move out of my parent’s house again and to try to be sure that I could make enough on one salary to do so and to not be sure that any of the rest will necessarily follow. I used to not want it to. I used to claim that I would never get married — that it was an unnecessary situation in life, a stupid piece of paper. But, as everyone said it would, that has definitely changed. Now I feel like I never will in that way you do in your twenties when the rest of the world around you seems to be getting married and you’re not – not in the way that makes you want to go out tomorrow and tie the knot (I’m much to logical for any of that). I sometimes feel like I should be further along in life, though I don’t want the pace to speed up one little bit.
So, congratulations to Stacey. My first best friend in the whole world. Thank you for still being able to teach me about myself, my life, and how I work in the world despite the fact that we have seen one another a handful of times in the last decade.Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )
“Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself.”
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