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Espresso!

6 Mar

Do you ever drink an espresso (or espresso-based drink) and feel like you can conquer the world? It is such an amazing feeling! So positive! So wonderful! All of a sudden the sun is shining and you are the master of your destiny!

As Kenneth said on 30 RockI love how it makes me feel. It’s like my heart is trying to hug my brain!

I had an americano not too long ago. I feel inspired! So I’ve decided to write a blog post. I think it’s been about a year since my last post? Eeek!

And because I’m feeling so random, this post will be a list. I can’t muster more than bullet-points. Remember, I just had an americano?

Here, then, for your reading pleasure, is what currently fills my brain. Specifically, in no particular order, here is a list of all the things that I dislike/detest BUT I am extremely grateful for at one time or another….

  • Microwaves
  • Lysol wipes
  • Mr. Clean Magic Erasers
  • Swiffer.  Wet and dry.
  • (Are you noticing a trend here? I claim to be environmentally conscious.  But I’m also always in a rush and I hate dirt.)
  • Our big car
  • Pharmaceuticals
  • Fast food

That’s all that currently comes to mind.

What are yours?

Yin and Yang

17 Oct

So, I’m thinking, when it comes to honesty, people don’t really want to hear it. And really, what is honesty? Or truth? We all have our version of it. What has shaped us throughout our lives has shaped our version of the truth as well. Because although some truths are absolute (like one should not kill, for example), most are extremely subjective. And, sadly, even the “absolute” truths can actually be argued.

Could truth really be an opinion? I have always believed that there are rights and wrongs. Some truths simply WERE, and anyone who argued them was either an idiot or evil. (And I don’t mean that in a religious sense, by the way.) But now I wonder, did I just mean that anyone who didn’t subscribe to MY truth was an idiot? And does everyone ELSE feel that way too?? Damn. That can get confusing.

There are the superficial “truths”. Like when I ask my hubby what he thinks of an outfit I’m wearing. Generally, if his version of that truth differs from mine, he will feel the wrath. (Love you, babe!) But what about the more important truths? Like, would your friends appreciate if you started to honestly express how you felt about every aspect of their lives? About their parenting skills, for example? Or their lifestyle choices? What if you thought their brother was a jerk? Do you tell them that? How about if you thought their wife was a flake?

But this once again brings me back to the beginning: are any of these actual “truths”? They are to YOU but, in fact, they are all your opinions. You may be able to argue them to death, but I still guarantee someone out there can counter your argument effectively. And, even more importantly, who cares what you think! What I mean is, at which point are you being a good friend who is genuinely thinking of someone’s best interests OR are you simply giving your version of a truth and trying to change others to suit what YOU think is the “right” way to live.

Now, I don’t even want to get started on the bigger truths. Like faith, or love, or politics, or music… Is everything subjective?? Do we live in an utterly subjective world? This shakes my judgemental, opinionated Virgo to her core! I think I need to go call customer service at Bell or Enbridge or (insert any similar company here) and argue with them for a while. This will restore my faith in that there are ultimate truths and, more importantly, I am right and they are wrong.

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Navel-gazing

2 Sep

I guess by now we’ve all heard some analysis of the phenomenon that is Facebook.  For me, as much as I despise it, I am completely addicted to it.  I think part of it comes from my desperate desire to never miss out on anything.  Hey, I didn’t earn the nickname “Inspectah” for nothing!  But I won’t bore you with my own, psychobabble-filled opinion of the inner-workings of Facebook.  Instead, I’d like to touch on just one aspect of it: the self-portrait.

Now, I know how stressful it can be to upload that profile picture.  I mean, it’s essentially a reflection of one’s very self.  In one picture, you must sell your image to the entire world – or at least 175 of your closest friends.  That’s a lot of pressure!  Personally, I chose to take my profile picture right after a visit to the hair salon. Good hair day = good picture, right?  It took a few tries but finally I had a photo that I was relatively happy with.  Upload!

So, as I am no stranger to vanity, I understand why a lot of profile photos (perhaps mine? egads!) might seem ridiculous.  But, honestly, people, none are more so than the one where you can actually see the person holding the camera up (you know, the arm is at that weird angle) and they are standing in the bathroom making a pouty face.  In many of the photos you can actually see towels hanging in the background.  So, essentially, what this boils down to is this: you’re getting ready in the morning, and all of a sudden you realize you’re having a good day.  You’re lookin’ kinda hot.  Bang!  Out comes the camera.  Snap!  In the past, you might spend your day hoping you bump into an ex-boyfriend so you can rub in his face how great you look.  But no need for that now.  Your “perfect” image has been immortalized!

My favourite addition to this photo, though, is the comment “Bad photo, but I was bored”.  Riiiiiiight.  You have taken the time to snap a picture of yourself and post it for the world to see because you thought you were looking bad.  Of course.  Unfortunately, this absurdity is often followed by comments from friends “You look so good!”.  To which the photo-taker will reply “Omg, no I don’t.  You do!”  And so it goes.  I know, I know, maybe I should stop judging my 12-year-old Facebook friends. The thing is, whereas in the past one’s stupid conversations would happen, pass and disappear into memory, now they are etched into Internet stone.

I was recently thinking about a Greek & Roman Mythology class I took in University.  Yes, I was one of those. The professor would remind us that many of the myths represented how the Greeks and Romans felt about immortality.  It was of utmost importance that one’s name would go down in history and you would not die as an unknown.  A hero would often reveal his name to an enemy, risk his life, only so that he would be known! Life itself meant nothing compared to being remembered.

I guess some things never change.

Transition

29 Aug

My husband and I have been thinking about moving. We currently own a little house in the city. It’s not located in the best area of town but we do have a nice, little pocket of neighbours with lots of kids around. We’re a short distance from Downtown and very close to a new hotspot growing strong in Toronto – the Junction – the latest result of gentrification.

Only 5-10 years ago, the Junction was a pretty shady area, but it has bloomed into a neighbourhood that boasts expensive cafes, organic veggie markets and yoga studios. You can be sure, the rich folk have arrived. (I did hear a rumour that this area still has the highest concentration of pedophiles in Toronto. I hope this isn’t true.)

The Junction was where we hoped to move. Our daughter attends school there already…it’s our way of getting one foot into the neghbourhood, I guess. The thing is, to move there we pretty much have to earn hundreds of thousands of dollars, AND be willing to live in an old home, that will have no closets, and will likely need to be renovated. Of course, it’ll have tonnes of character! But, I’m well aware that a big part of my inflated mortgage payment will be going towards the fact that I’ll be close to the cafes, the organic market and the yoga studios.

I like this. I want to be walking distance from these places. I want to live around people who choose to bike ride over driving and who are diverse and open-minded. I just can’t afford it.

What we can afford is a house in the suburbs. Probably a new development. But I fear the suburbs. I fear the hundreds of cookie-cutter homes littering the landscape. I fear the lack of sidewalks since you need to drive to get anywhere. I fear the stripmalls. I really fear the loss of my soul. But most of all? I fear the little 5 year old I saw coming out of a car yesterday in Mississauga – was she really wearing a long, blonde weave and little plastic heals!?!

Perhaps the answer lies in a small town. Neither the city nor the suburbs. Somewhere close to a lake? It sounds kind of dreamy, no? It’s true that the crowded noise of the city has been more annoying than enchanting as of late. The pretenciousness of “coffee art” and downtown hipsters is not lost on me. I am well aware of how much posing one has to do to keep up with their fellow city dwellers. However, I don’t think I’m ready to let it go. Certainly not to trade in for a big house and 3 car garage where I’ll watch TV all day and go to Mandarin for dinner.

It angers me that we have to make this choice. There doesn’t seem to be an in-between. A place where a decent home is still available yet you don’t have to give up a more grassroots lifestyle.

In my heart I dream of living on an island, waking to the smell of salty air. I know, I know, don’t we all.But it isn’t luxury I’m after, I promise you. I’m not naïve. And I know there is more to life than location.

So here we are. Back at square one. Any suggestions?

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Opinionated much?

8 Aug

I suppose starting a blog at this point in time is a bit cliché.  I’d like to think I’ll be contributing something original, but chances are I won’t.  What I will be doing, though, is getting some stuff off my chest.  You see, I think I’m a generally well-liked person.  I smile a lot. I laugh even more.  But beneath this exterior is a pretty judgemental and opinionated person.  Yes.  I am constantly judging you.

I am a Virgo.  It’s not something that has ever made me particularly proud.  Part of the (stereotypical) Virgo nature is that we are highly critical.  And, so, here we are.  I judge, criticize, and generally expect A LOT out of people.  But I want to do better.  My hope is that if I send my thoughts out into the blogosphere, I will learn something.  Because, inevitably, if this experiment is a success, my thoughts will get thrown right back at me and I will grow a little more each day.  Or something profound like that.