Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
I couldn't have said it better myself.
I too support Daniel McGowan – but I couldn’t have said what Running Scribe here says quite as well.
A decision, half-way in the middle.
Some of you will be glad, some of you will be sad – but I`ve come to the decision that moving is a must at this point, and because of the slow pace of bureaucracy, the move will be to Vancouver in the interim (probably for the next year).
They haven’t said no to Victoria – in fact it looks very plausible – but first a number of things need to be ironed out and I don’t want to sit around the Sunshine Coast all winter waiting for them to get sorted. So Vancouver, December 1st… and I’ve already started looking for a place to live (would also be willing to go for a November 15th move date – my schedule is really stupid in Nov and Dec so the sooner I can do it the better really).
Everything seems very hectic right now and I’m relieved to have come to a decision more than anything else. It’s not even so much a decision as the recognition that all signs are pointing me to Vancouver at the moment (work, union, proximity to friends) and rather than swim upstream, I’m going to let the river carry me a little ways.
So I’m excited with this even though it wasn’t exactly what I was planning for (or maybe especially because it wasn’t what I was planning for). Now onto the onerous job of packing – and paring down (rents have gotten a mite more expensive since I last lived in Van).
Bleah.
Haven’t had the energy to post here this week. Insomnia, weird energy… but actually just fine. You know those weeks… Once I catch up on my sleep I’ll be great.
Oh the whims of a camera-phone.
My favourite five.
The post earlier today was actually inspired by a conversation I had with a co-worker this morning about books (I was in the process of lending her Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go – the melancholy and mysterious tale of three friends sharing a second-rate life without ever really understanding why – it’s a wonderful novel)… In any event that book-loan lead us into the discussion of our top five favourite novels of all time.
Although it is very difficult to pick from all the great fictions I have read – I suspect my list would look something like this (in no order):
- Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger
- The Diviners – Margaret Laurence
- 100 Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
- A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry
- City of Darkness, City of Light – Marge Piercy
It’s an since these books share little in common – but they each have a special place on my permanent bookshelf – necessitating a re-read once every few years at least.
Narrowing down is more difficult that it looks – Go on, give it a try. What are your favourite five?
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