Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Halifax Bucket List 2013

On August 28th I am going on a very big adventure. I will be moving from Halifax on this cheery East Coast, to Victoria, in the exotic West. As excited as I am to be diving into intensive musical theatre training (yes, I am one of those types), I am also very sad to be leaving the community that has woven me into its loving arms over the past few years.

So! I've created this Halifax Bucket List to help me bid a proper fond "bye for now" to this city that I love so dearly. My intention is to get as many of these activities done as possible before the Great Departure. I am open to suggestions for things that should be added and I will mark which activities have been accomplished along the way.

THE LIST:

  1. Going to the Citadel (not just the hill, but the actual fort-ma-jig)
  2. Ride the Harbour Hopper (Ribbit! Ribbit!)
  3. Host a Banana Party (for my cat, Banana, when he turns 5)
  4. Buy Groceries at the Seaport Farmer's Market (instead of just wandering around aimlessly)
  5. Take a Workshop (for acting, dance, song, puppetry, anything!)  
  6. Book an Acting Gig (this one may be trixxy, but not impossible so it stays)
  7. Picnic in Point Pleasant Park (with smuggled wine if possible... and sunhats)
  8. Attend a Show by Shakespeare By The Sea (I've foolishly never seen one yet)
  9. Eat a Lobster.
  10. Beach Day at Chocolate Lake
  11. Teach Campers How To "Prancercise"
  12. Go to Noble (Sorry, no link. It's a secret)
  13. Get a Chocolate from Brussels Restaurant & Brasserie
  14. Get My Picture Taken with Theodore Tugboat
  15. Run Across the MacDonald Bridge and Back Without Stopping
  16. Host a Potluck
  17. Ride the Ferry for Fun (up top, of course)
  18. Make Salt Water Taffy (and eat it, obvi.)
  19. Buy a bag of Anchored Coffee
  20. Blow Bubbles in the Public Gardens
  21. Find Loving Homes for my Cats
  22. Go Whale Watching (and see a whale, ideally)
  23. Go to Showtunez at Menz Bar
  24. Visit Peggy's Cove
  25. Drink Local Wine     

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Post the Seventeenth: A Global Proposal

I wrote this as a Facebook status to Canada, but I think it's really intended for everyone.

Dear World:


Let's get our act together, shall we?


Let's not elect politicians who do not respect the country they were elected to represent.

Let's accept accountability for our destructive actions and commit to making our next actions creative ones.

Let's acknowledge, accept, and celebrate our global citizenship.


Let's remember that this world is our home. Like in every home it needs cleanliness, mutual respect, and proper communication in order to maintain stability.


Let's accept one another as a family, albeit a very large one, and treat each person with the understanding and compassion they deserve.


Let's stop mourning our losses alone and start striving for improvement together.


Let's commit to each other and to this earth. It's our responsibility as a whole, and rests not on any one person's shoulders.


Accept responsibility. Spread the word. Take action.
 

The losses that we witness online, in the news, in our lives, are overwhelming. They are depressing. I think this is why we often choose to turn our cheek and alleviate our distress by pointing the finger at our politicians, by buying that chic eco-friendly dishware set, or by diving head-first into a big soothing pool of ignorance.

One day not long ago I decided to take action in my own small way and refuse to support meat production. I decided to go vegetarian and told my friends, family and co-workers of this change. When I informed them of this decision someone, and I will not name who because I do not hold them at fault for it, said that they understood and supported my choice but that they would be sticking to the idea that "Ignorance is Bliss."

Ignorance is seductive and deceptive. It's true that ignorance can calm the urge to wallow in despair when encountered with all the woes our lives and the critical state of the world. It is soothing and comforting, like a security blanket you hide under when your parents are fighting or like the Ben & Jerry's you devour after a break-up. Understandably it's a hard thing to give up. That blanket, however, does not change the fact that their is unhappiness in that marriage and the Ben & Jerry's doesn't change the fact that you are suddenly single. Likewise, ignorance does not solve the problem.

I like to take the ignorance route when it comes to finances. I hate hate hate dealing with money. I love buying new things and having grown-up things like an apartment and a phone of my own and a credit card. Then the bills arrive. And I have to pay them. And I don't make enough money to pay them all and I won't have enough money to pay them all in the foreseeable future. So sometimes, when it all just gets too scary, I take the unopened letters into my room and put them in a drawer, telling myself I will sort them all out... later. Then I walk out the door and move on to the more fun things in life. It feels soooooo gooooood. What a relief! If they're in that drawer, where I can't see them, they must not exist, right? ...right?

Wrong. The bills still exist. I still owe that money. I am still in a lot of trouble if I don't get my act together and do something about it. If I don't do something about it, and soon, things will only get worse. And worse. And worse. So eventually I cave. I open all the letters and read them. I finally take the call from my bank instead of pretending I'm not home. I listen to them, I apologize to them, I admit that I don't know what I'm doing and then I take the most important step of all: I ask them what I can do next. One step at a time I work towards paying things off, not all at once and not even a lot at once, but still something.

Here's the funny thing. The relief I felt, that blissful feeling I had when I pretended that the letters in my drawer did not exist and that I was a financially responsible and independent woman? It dwarfs in comparison to the immense joy I felt after I made a payment on my credit debt. That joy is genius. Drug companies can't manufacture euphoria that good. And it was so easy! All I had to do was look at the problem for what it was, ask for help, and commit to taking those baby steps towards a solution.

If we put slaughterhouses in a drawer and walk away it makes it a lot easier to eat that tasty tasty bacon. It's easier if it's just food and not a dead animal. Thinking of the conditions in which the pig that bacon comes from is depressing and depression makes a poor breakfast companion. But every time you buy that bacon it contributes to the problem. It says to the companies that run the slaughterhouses "I'm okay with this," even if when faced with the realities of what is happening you are not okay with it at all. That purchase gives them the green light, the shiny consumers' seal of approval. And like when those bills continue the be ignored, the problem worsens.

Likewise we gives shiny seals of approval to our governments when we choose to complain to each other about how their choices should be reprimanded and then give up on the whole thing by refusing to vote. That's putting them in the drawer. If you are unhappy with the choices being made by your government you have every right to call them out for it. After all, they are there to represent you. If you remain silent or keep your concerns to your close pool of friends how is the government even going to know that their not doing the job you elected them to do?

Okay, so after reading all that, if you're anything like me, you're probably thinking that that's a lot of responsibility. That yes, you want things to get better, but that all this is too much. It is just too much to handle and too much to deal with and how the heck are you supposed to affect change? You're only one person for frig's sake.

You're underestimating yourself. Your voice has a lot more impact than you realize, so long as you use it. It's not even hard to use. Social media has made voicing our opinions more accessible than it has ever been. If there's anything I took from the whole KONY 2012 debacle it's that spreading the word is easier than microwaving a pizza pocket.

This is all getting very preachy, so instead of continuing to type at you I would like to point you in the right direction. I'm starting a series of posts that will offer some simple steps, and I do mean simple, that you can take to help us all work towards a safer and pleasant world. I will continue to add in my own odd posts in between posts with steps for the future. For your own convenience I will label all steps-for-the-future posts "For The Future: <topic of content>".

Hope you like the series!


Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Post the Sixteenth: Dealing With Stress

Lately I've been feeling a little overwhelmed at work. I've been assigned a lot of big projects with tight deadlines. I like it, because it means that I am getting lots of hours and that my work days go by quickly, but sometimes it can be a little overwhelming.

Today, while I was working from home (there's a bus strike on right now), I had a moment of feeling like I just wasn't going to be able to do it. I wasn't going to have everything done on time and everyone at the office would consequently hate me just a little bit. I decided to take a break.

I had two options: Throw a temper tantrum, or make Cream Puffs.

A few years ago my sister-in-law gave me a most beauteous book: Cupcakes, Muffins & Baked Goods: A Collection of Easy & Elegant Recipes. It is one of those gem-of-a-cookbooks that has a photo for every single recipe. On page 52 is a recipe for raspberry éclairs and the picture is divine. Seriously, I wanted to eat the page right out of the book like some sort of demonic hobgoblin.

But for some reason I was scared of making them. They looked so dainty and intricate. Surely my troll hands would destroy them and surely I would be brought to tears any time I saw a pastry thereafter. So the book got tucked away in my stash of food porn so it could be ogled on occasion when foodies came over to visit.

Recently I rediscovered the book and, consequently, my love for those dreamy-looking desserts. Feeling empowered and ready to tackle something new I decided to make them. They were so easy to make and OH MY GOD WERE THEY GOOD! Choux pastry? Easy. Whipped Cream? Easy. Raspberries? Yummily easy. Lemony Frosting? Easy. Quick to assemble and even quicker to eat.

Conquering those fruity beasts filled me with a calm euphoria.

So, back to my decision. Temper Tantrum, or Cream Puffs?

The answer I came to is sitting in my fridge. Yummmm.

The next Andy Warhol, clearly.




Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Post the Fifteenth: Nasal Spontaneity

I enjoy being a somewhat spontaneously strange person. I like making odd sounds on a whim and I like bursting into made-up songs at the drop of a hat. Sometimes extreme joy, an excess of caffeine in my system or sheer boredom cause me to run around and move in inexplicably odd ways whilst singing "AROOOOOOOO" at the top of my lungs. I embrace this kind of spontaneity. It's fun.

When the dry winter months are upon us my nose also embraces spontaneity. It likes to surprise-attack me with nosebleeds, usually at very inopportune times. Sometimes it is as if my nose is eagerly waiting to spring one on me when I will be the most aggravated by it. Running late for the bus? Yes! Having a heart-to-heart with your partner? Boo yeah!  Wearing white? SHAZZAM! IT'S NOSEBLEED TIME!!!!!! I am thankful that my nose does not own a confetti gun, as I am sure it would set one off every time it pulls this prank if given the opportunity.

Well, I've had enough of it, and I'm issuing a formal complaint.

Dear Nose:

You are being immature. Grow up. I do not appreciate your spontaneity and you are not funny. You show so much promise and you are wasting it on this crude prank. Find yourself a new hobby. Examples of new hobbies you might take an interest in are:
  1. Making snorting noises
  2. Exhaling in a meaningful and dramatic way
  3. Playing viola
Maybe you've never noticed this, because you are not particularly fashion-forward, but red is not your colour.

I love you, but...





Thursday, January 26, 2012

Post the Fourteenth: Alaska

I have a problem.

Every time I see a map of Alaska I cannot focus on the fact that I am looking at a map. I don't see the state at all. I see a polar bear on a broken barge that is on fire.




Don't see it? That's okay. I will show you, with the help of Paint.



See! I told you!

Post the Thirteenth: Thiiiiirrrteeeeeen!!!!

Sometimes I get superstitious. This is my 13th post. I think that by acknowledging the number and the weight it carries I might be able to avoid any potential dire consequences from having a Post the Thirteenth. Wikipedia is helping me out a bit on this one.

So. Thirteen. THIRTEEN!!!

Fear of the number 13 is called Triskaidekaphobia. Fear of Friday the 13th is called Friggatriskaidekaphobia, or Paraskevidekatriaphobia. Did you know that Tupac was pronounced dead on a Friday the 13th? Or that on a Friday the 13th in 1939 71 people lost their lives to the worst brush fire in Australian history? Just this month 16 passengers were killed, with another 61 injured when the Costa Concordia cruise ship sank on Friday the 13th.Friday the 13th is considered to be the most feared date in Western culture.

It is the smallest number with eight letters in it's English name. Don't let that fool you. It is a big number. It is extreme. What it lacks in numerical value it makes up for in terror and black magic.

It takes a minimum of 13 turns to make a noose that is strong enough to snap a neck. There are also 13 steps to the gallows.

The number 13 is said to be representative of femininity as is corresponds with the number of lunar cycles in a year. It is said to be dedicated to evil because the lunar calendar was "repressed" when the solar calendar was adopted. This does not surprise me. When I am feeling repressed I too feel an urge to dedicate myself to evil. All the evil. JUST KIDDING! *wink

Your standard coven should consist of 13 witches. (If I have a coven, it will consist of 13 unicorns) Thirteen is also the age at which those who are magically inclined traditionally start learning witchcraft (Hogwarts starts them off young. Dumbledore was a keener.)

The only unsuccessful U.S. mission to land humans on the moon was Apollo 13.

13 is considered to be the age at which one becomes a teenager. (No wonder it is considered so unlucky!)

Taylor Swift was born on December 13th.

There are 13 cards in a suit.

There are 13 kinds of love triangles.

A baker's dozen is 13, not 12. Why? Because bakers are good people and are on a mission to fill the world with buttery carb goodness. Or maybe they are trying to give their customers bad luck so that they'll come buy more baked goods to eat while they wallow in their misfortune.

I kind of like the number 13 (Hear that, 13? I kind of like you! So don't hurt my blog!) I like it enough that I am going to end this post by drawing a picture... in Paint.



Mad Skills.










Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Post the Twelfth: Conversations with My Abdomen

A conversation with my abdomen from earlier this evening:

Me - Abdomen?

Abdomen - Hey, what's up?

Me - Oh, you are there! I haven't seen you in a little while now. I was starting to get worried.

Abdomen - Yeah, uh it's been more like a long while.

Me - You're right. Why is that?

Abdomen - ...

Me - Abdomen? Why has it been so long?

Abdomen - Err...

Me - It's okay, you can tell me

Abdomen - You're kind of a lazy lump.

Me - What?

Abdomen - You're a really lazy lump.

Me - That's silly. I dance and I walk practically everywhere

Abdomen - You last danced back in November

Me - Well...

Abdomen - And you've been taking the bus everywhere since it started getting cold

Me  - That's only been going on for a little whi -

Abdomen - 2 Months. Almost 3. It's the end of January.

Me - Oh

Abdomen - And you've been eating like mad tons of craving-indulging food because of the holidays.

Me - Oh yeah...

Abdomen - And you live with the best baker in the world and therefore eat butter infused baked goods left right and centre.

Me - Okay, okay, okay. I get it.

Abdomen - You and I, we were getting along there for awhile. You were finally getting so fond of our friendship that you would even flaunt me from time to time.

Me - I'm sorry.

Abdomen - I miss you.

Me - I miss you too. Abdomen, I've been a really bad friend and I promise that I'm going to start getting you back to what you were. It's time for you to come out of hiding so I can share you in your full glory once more. Starting right now I am cutting back on eating crap and I am going to make a honest effort to get regular exercise and maybe even get back to dancing. Whaddaya say?

Abdomen - That sounds great, but uh... oh this is awkward

Me - What is it, Abdomen?

Abdomen - You're eating pudding cups for dinner.

Me - ... starting tomorrow then.