Monthly Archives: September 2009

Working Hard and Playing Hard

Miric

Thumbnail: Barbecue
Thumbnail: Documentary night
Thumbnail: Karen and kids
Thumbnail: Strawberries and scones
Thumbnail: Stuffed animals

It’s been busy. Side work is going well, and I try to do as much as I can on weeknights so I can have my weekends free.

It’s made for a rather hectic schedule, which is a welcome distraction at the moment. I feel great for being productive, and great for being able to relax. Time is flying. I can’t believe it’s past the middle of September already.

I use to bring my cameras with me everywhere, but now I find I’m taking fewer pictures. I want to be less of an observer/documentalist and more of a participator lately. I don’t want to miss out on living from worrying if I’m capturing everything as best as possible.

Things iPhone app

One of the things that’s helped me maintain my productivity is Things for my iPhone, which gives little alert badges on the things that are due. It’s a great motivator when you want to clear the alerts from your home screen.

It's shameless, the way we flirt

Bronwen finally getting a cell phone (with an unlimited text messaging plan) has been the source of much amusement.


  • Bronwen: Aww, I think I’ve been really depressed lately, I’ve been finding it hard to find a reason to get up lately, trying to pull myseld out of it
  • Me: Awww. Too bad you’re ditching me this weekend or we could hang out.
  • Bronwen: Oh please, my mom, dad and grandma (possibly aunt) would be very annoyed with me if I had ditched all of them, I had plans to go home first!!!
  • Me: It was a joke you bitch
  • Bronwen: Jeeeeeze, not a morning person…mine was a joke as well crazy
  • Me: You’re not a person person.
  • Me: You will turn into a crazy cat lady who tries to trap me into having a baby so I’ll have to send you alimony cheques.
  • Me: I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU. YOU’RE NOT GETTING MY SPERM.
  • Me: Are you crying in the middle of class now?

The most private thing I'm willing to admit here: A Social Experiment

A social experiment to get people to open up about themselves, because it’s our little idiosyncrasies that make us unique. Maybe people will learn that they’re not alone in their intimate ways as well. In the process, it’s also a way for me to open up more, as I seem to be too careful about watching what I say here in recent years, and not writing with the same honesty that used to characterize my entries.

For every person who adds a comment with the most private thing they’re willing to admit here, between now and Sunday night, I will (try) to add a private detail about myself. Include a name instead of remaining anonymous1, be as honest and open as possible, and only one “thing” per person please. I don’t have that many secrets. Or do I?

I’ll start everyone off with a bonus one:

I hate making my bed. I get it messy (I do a lot of tossing and turning) in another 16 hours, so I don’t see the point of making it. I clean my house in general when people are coming over because I want them to be comfortable, but the bed is a different story. The only reason why I make it is because I feel self-conscious about it, not because I care if it makes my guests feel more comfortable. This makes me feel like a phony.

  1. Without some sort of identity to bind a detail to, there’s no point to the experiment. []