March 13, 2012 – It’s Snowing at #SFU
13 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
in art, Linguistics, Peculiarly Awesome, Photos, Simon Fraser University, Weather Tags: AQ, art, drawing, flowers, gardens, photography, photos, SFU, Simon Fraser University, snow, spring, trees, weather, winter
In class, I looked out the window.
Someone had walked in circles today, around some trees, in a sleepy grey garden dusted with sugary snow.
Who are you? What were you thinking?
It got me daydreaming:
March 13, 2012 - in class (LING 480) doodle inspired by that anonymous person who walked in circles in the snow around the trees in the AQ garden at SFU.
Dear snow walker, I hope you find what you are looking for.
Thank you for inspiring me today.
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Feb 28, 2012 – Swinging Trapeze @ Vancouver Circus School
28 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
in Achieving WIN, Circus, Exercise, Health and Healthy Living, Peculiarly Awesome Tags: circus, exercise, fitness, new westminster, river market, static, swinging, trapeze, vancouver circus school
Started taking swinging trapeze classes @ Vancouver Circus School this month. Here’s a pic of me on the static trapeze doing an angel hang 
The swinging trapeze is higher off the ground and you get harnessed in before climbing up and swinging around (so you don’t fall and break things)
Fun times. You should go check out the VCS website. Super fun stuff..and you don’t need to be fit or skinny or young etc. to give it a try. Aerial silks is also very fun – I did that for about a year before starting this trapeze thing.
Feb 28, 2012 | Angel Hang, Static Trapeze @ Vancouver Circus School
Do What You Love, Love What You Do.
05 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
in Achieving WIN, art, Dreams, Peculiarly Awesome, Tech The Crazy Tags: apple, art, death, jobs, life, love, raw canvas, steve, Vancouver, yaletown
Steves in general are extraordinary. Steve Jobs was no exception. Why be ordinary? Change the world. Rest in peace.
Of course, the video of Steve Job’s speech at a Stanford commencement in 2005 was everywhere today, and as I had forgotten what he said, I watched it again just now. It hit me. Apparently it had also hit me when I had first watched it some time ago, because I can see how it has changed me since then:
I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. And don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking. Don’t settle.
This past week, a good friend and I visited Raw Canvas in Yaletown to chat and paint. Twice. On Monday September 26th, and a week later, Monday October 3rd. Not knowing why, I felt like I needed to paint “Do What You Love, Love What You Do.”
Do What You Love, Love What You Do.
I still don’t know why.
But I know that these words and this painting resonated in my heart before, during, and after its painting.
Rest in peace, Steve. You’ve changed the world in this life, and you’ve changed me.
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On a sillier note, today, I really identify with Sirius Cybernetics Corporation’s Happy Vertical People Transporters with Defocused Temporal Perception… ie. the ability to see dimly (very dimly) into the future. When people around me get close to dying, I get very tired and heavy. I have to sleep. I hit the bed mid-day, have to sleep for a long time, and usually receive sad news soon after I wake up. Maybe it’s because I happen to take mid-day naps more than the average person, but really, it’s starting to get to be a trend. I know, correlation, not causation. But it’s happened about 4 times this year already.
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Premonitions in Dreams…that come true! :)
22 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in Dreams, Peculiarly Awesome Tags: canucks, dreams, hockey
So it’s really silly, but it’s kind of fun when you dream something and then wake up and it comes true.
Today I fell asleep before the Canucks game, and right before I woke up, dreamt that they were up 4-0 at the end of the first. Then I woke up, and as I turned on the TV, air horns went crazy and I could hear people cheering in my neighbourhood.
I switched the TV to the game though it wasn’t the end of the 1st (It was already into the 2nd period), WOOHOO! The Canucks had just scored to make it 1-0. Kesler at 9:16 of the 2nd period!
Then they scored another goal almost right away! Salo at 10:55 of the 2nd period. 2-0. WOOHOO!
THEN THEY SCORED ANOTHER GOAL ALMOST RIGHT AWAY! SALO at 11:11 of the 2nd! 3-0! WOOHOO!
Then in the 3rd period THEY SCORE AGAIN! BURROWS at 5:43 of the 3rd!
YES. That made it 4-0 Canucks. Oh. My.
The Sharks then went on to score 2 goals, but HUZZAH the Canucks are now up 3-1 in the series! One more win and we’re on our way to the Stanley Cup.
Yay dreams.
Of Flux and Dreams
08 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in Being a Woman, Dreams, House and Home, Love and Marriage, Peculiarly Awesome
“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep, because reality is finally better than your dreams” – Dr. Seuss
Usually the best dreams come when my hormones are in a state of flux. Of course, sometimes this fluctuating hormone situation manifests itself as 1.) female hysteria, or 2.) really slow fuzzy minded incapacity to make even the smallest rational decisions or put together a decent sentence, both of which could be attributed, in most ways, to #1.
Well, hell. Bring on the flux.
I seem to intermittently blog about this every so often (yes, redundant wording, I know), but when one wakes up from something fucking amazing one can barely help typing it all out to get it all out and rejoice and bask in the sensory overload before it disappears forever. Dreams: Fucking Awesome Nonsense Extreme Realities. So yes, the dreams part of it is fucking amazing. Things happen in vivid technicolour, a singular old couch becomes the meeting place for every and all for an impromptu picnic, love happens, book characters manage to work themselves into the flux (yes, I do believe Arthur Dent and Fenchurch may have been there, flying through the night), the Canucks are amazing people and players, people come and go and are met with great fun, style, and curiosity, great pains are taken with small measurements, chicken breasts get cooked with a clothes iron (do try the steam shot function!), and all sort of ridiculous marvelous otherwise than perfectly usual nonsense.
Then I wake up.
Sometimes it’s a real letdown.
But today, I woke up to a plate of pancakes on the bed and James Blunt blaring on the living room stereo and a funny husband who made both happen, who then laughed and danced and loved with me.
So sometimes life happens in Technicolour too.
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