Fine dining

I enjoy trying new restaurants. I like the experience. I mean, I just can't do it too often because, well, it wouldn't be good for my diet (when I eat out, I kind of just get whatever sounds good and don't think about quantity, health, and cost).
The first SUPER fine dining experience I had was at Les Ambassadeurs in Paris. That was soon followed up by Philippe Rochat's restaurant in Crissier, Restaurant de l'Hotel de Ville that I wrote up about here.
I had eaten at a couple nice-ish places in Toronto before that, but definitely not in the realm of three Michelin Stars.
While Toronto doesn't have anything quite to the level of that, there are quite a lot of good restaurants. I enjoy all aspects of dining. The food, the service, the ambiance. It's all important to me. One of the restaurants in Toronto that I think it quite good in all three areas is Splendido. I've been there a couple times and have been impressed each time.
Tonight was no exception.
Splendido is closing its doors at the end of the month. Chef Victor Barry is moving on to other adventures. It is the end of an era.

Let it go

So I'm supposed to be totally into this team, right? I really want to go to a game at some point - I hear the energy is amazing!
Anyway, the video is entertaining.
Also, it's December 11th, and it's 11 degrees outside. Super warm. Last year, I posted about warm weather and then it started to snow. Let's see what (environmental) response this post will get.

Bubkas

I have recently discovered the awesomeness of bubkas. Cheskie's is a Jewish bakery near me that I've heard people talking about since I moved here. I really have intended to go prior to this year, but one lame excuse is that I would usually have time or think about going on a Saturday. And well, they're closed on that day.
Anyway, now that my routine has changed up a bit and I'm regularly walking by the place when it's open, I really have no excuse. But it's very risky. Their bubkas are soooo good. I'm been assured that everything in their shop is good, but I almost don't want to find out for myself.

Welcome to F.L.

Two great things about Toronto: the Toronto International Film Festival and HotDocs.
I've missed attending both festival.

But, the nice thing is that Montreal has its own share of film festivals as well. I think the equivalent festivals to those mentioned above would be the Montreal Film Festival and the Montreal International Documentary Festival.

The Montreal Film Festival has been on my radar ever since I moved here, but I did have a chance to watch any films at the festival this year or the last. I found the synopses of the films not quite as inspired as those written up on the TIFF website, so it was difficult for me to be motivated to go to a screening. In the end, I didn't seem to make the festival a priority, but hopefully I will change my mindset in the future.
And there are some films that actually screen at festivals in both cities (including the one that this post is technically about).
The documentary film festival, on the other hand, seemed to sort of work out. I had bookmarked quite a number of films, but due to various commitments (mainly, out of town visitors - whee!), I wasn't able to attend many screenings. To be specific, I only attended one.
I had actually tried to attend another screening, but it was sold out and I didn't get there early enough to get in via the rush line. I think they cut off the line about 10 people in front of me. Phooey.

So the film I actually did get to see is called Welcome to F.L. (official website here). The filmmaker returned back to her secondary school to film and interview students (mainly those in the graduating class). The students talked about life in high school, their experiences, their hopes and dreams. It was a natural fit for my interests.
My review? Ummm, well, it was a good chance to practice my French. I guess I'm glad that I watched the film? I don't think that there was something lost in translation, but I wasn't really blown away by it. There were some little memorable moments, but I couldn't see the big picture. I wasn't sure what exactly the filmmaker was trying to do. There wasn't a story that was particularly compelling.
The Q&A with the filmmaker didn't really help much. Perhaps after watching an entire film in French (although there were English subtitles), my brain was getting a little fatigued as I started tuning out during the Q&A. But I also think that the questions and how the filmmaker responded didn't really help the situation.

Anyway, my big takeaway from attending the screening was that I really do need to take advantage of the wonderful film festivals that the city had to offer. I'll have to put them into my schedule and make them a priority.

Picture courtesy of http://bienvenueafl.com/

A difference of 70 years

This website was recently forwarded to me. It instantly brought me back to my visit to Normandy. Especially the third and last picture.
You learn about different events in history class. You read books, watch movies...they bring the events to life as much as possible. Yet, imagination is required (for me) to fully comprehend it all.
Nothing can compare to a lived experience. I feel so fortunate to live where I do and to have the life that I have. I will hopefully never have to live through many of the things that others (have) endure(d).
Lest we forget.

How to Age Gracefully

This is a really sweet video.



(Sorry for being MIA on this blog. Lots of awesome things going on that I should be sharing or at least would like to, but I haven't been able to actually get my act together and force myself to sit down and blog. Apologies.)

Fall harvest

Just getting home from a lovely trip to the market.
I really do think that going to the market makes me feel like I'm a tourist (of sorts) in this city somehow. I think, in my mind, because I associate going to markets as something to be done in Europe (where, although I lived there for a couple years, I knew that it was temporary). I wonder how long it takes for notions such as those to be re-programmed.
Anyway, I went to the market and it was so lovely. Although the temperature was chilly, the sun was shining and there were many people there bringing life and warmth to the place. It was a feast for the senses. There were buskers playing live music for us to hear, delicious foods being prepared for us to smell, samples of produce for us to taste, interesting courges for us to touch, and endless stalls and displays of hues and patterns to see.
I wish I could share a picture with you, but I decided to go free of any devices. I usually bring a book to read on the metro, but this time, I was even more basic. Just my sunnies, a $20-bill and my Caban (I still miss that store) market bag.
My goal for today was to pick up items for a roast. I got a capon from the grocery store (I also now know what a capon is), and I'm going to make my place smell lovely (and it won't hurt that it'll warm up the place too) as I prep my meals for the week.

Today's been a lovely, quiet, but fulfilling day. A little bit of a lie-in, and then I re-potted some of the plants on my balconies into smaller pots to sit on my windowsill. My geraniums share a sill with my lavender, and I have another sill with a pot of basil, another of spearmint, and a third with rosemary...which I will need to snip off a sprig to go into my roast.

So, off I go to prep my roast, now to decide on a movie to have playing in the background.

Have a lovely weekend, everyone!

Inuit throat singing

Yesterday, I was at an event that included Inuit throat singing. I think it was the first time that I had heard through singing before. I would describe it as a mixture of humming and beat boxing.
The singers told us that traditionally, throat singing was a competition. That two women would sing together and the first person who missed a beat or started laughing was the loser. The women would be competing for clothes and/or other objects. They even said that a long time ago, the signers would also compete for hunters. Does that mean that women ruled the roost?
The singers were wearing traditional Inuit attire, which was beautiful. Features of the coats/tops include: long fabric that covered their bums (practical when sitting in the snow - and also, as one of the singers joked, good to cover up a big bootie!), a front piece decorated with coins (to protect them from evil spirits) and other special objects (e.g., beads), wide sleeves (practical so that mittens would fit under them), and a big hood (which could function as a baby carrying pouch).
So, when the two women sing, they are facing each other, holding each others arms (around the elbows, sort of) and standing actually quite close to one another. They kind of rock back and forth, presumably to help them keep time. Some of the songs seemed to maintain the same beat, whereas others seemed to speed up in parts. Most of the songs that they sang seemed to be set songs that they both knew. Some of the songs even represented different things - one song made the sound of a saw, and another was the sound of Canada Geese.
It was interesting to see - I think it would be neat to attend a competition at some point. For most of the songs that I heard, I found it difficult to tell who "lost" (although, maybe at this performance, it wasn't about who stopped first) because the singer whom I could see her face looked like she was half smiling and half laughing the entire time.

At the same event, there were many other Native American peoples in attendance and there was a moment where they all got up to dance. Their outfits were absolutely beautiful. I think the host of the event mentioned that there were 13 nations represented at the event. I definitely wasn't able to tell the difference between the people who were their based on their attire, but I'm sure that someone else who know more about the different cultures would have been able to.
Most of the ladies dancing seemed to do something akin to what I would call the "wedding walk". They moved forward around the space, kind of doing a step-touch movement. The men were a little bit more animated, some also doing a step-touch, but with a lot more zest and spring. The grass dancers were more pronounced in their style with some spins and other lunging movements. And I can't overemphasized how musical, ornate, elegant, and beautiful the outfits were.

Straight Outta Compton

I watched Straight Outta Compton last week. It was really good.
I know hardly anything about NWA. I'd heard of them, and more specifically Dr. Dre and Ice Cube. That's it. So I learned a lot from watching this film.
Gangster rap is definitely a music genre that I know very little about and I haven't not listened to. The lyrics of the songs are shocking, not necessarily for the content, but for the language (I blame my day job - I actually cringe when I hear someone swearing). The content, I find fascinating. I can't imagine growing up in that kind of context. A lot of the issues described in the film have come up in recent conversations and events in my life, so it's really made me think even more about race, culture, and discrimination. These are issues that many people don't like to talk about, and I'm still trying to figure out where I stand, what I think, and how I want to act (and maybe be a role model and/or make a difference). It's complicated.
Because I can't help myself, I started thinking about whether or not the portrayal of various characters and stories in this film were skewed. The widow of Easy-E, Ice Cube, and Dr. Dre were directly involved with this film. I started trying to dissect how those particular characters, and those closest to them were portrayed. 
Anyway, I left the film feeling wanting to learn more about various themes/topics/people from the film. I do wish that the film went into a little bit more depth about the characters, where they came from, who they're families are, that sort of thing, but I guess you can only do so much in a feature film. I mean, all of a sudden the characters had significant others...I wanted to know more. I mean, there's been some critique about the portrayal (or lack thereof) of women in the film, but I think the critique has to do more with something else than what I was looking for. I'm interested in people, character development, and how people's experiences/contexts shapes who they are so I'm always looking for that.

Also, I had a moment after the first scene where I got that glowing feeling. The opening scene is great...really amps you up for the rest of the film. And I felt that glow that I get when I'm perfectly happy and content. I haven't gotten that feeling in awhile, I think. But in this moment, I was encouraged to continue to keep at it, continue to live my life and do everything that I'm curious to do and live my awesome life. It was a nice feeling.

- picture courtesy of www.imdb.com

How to make a deaf musical

Deaf West is putting on a production of Spring Awakening. This video gives some insight into how the production was created.
Spring Awakening is a great musical. I saw it in New York a bunch of years ago. I happened to see the original cast which included actors/actresses who most people probably know from the TV show Glee.

On y va!

Bonne rentree a tous!

I enjoyed seeing the froshies running around campus last week. It brought back many memories from what seems like a lifetime ago. I still have a couple days before my jitters come back with a vengeance, but today is still special nonetheless.

Quiet

Quiet, by Susan Cain

I'm thinking that my summer of reading is over. I still have a couple books on my shelf that I had borrowed from the library during the summer, and maybe I'll try to read them during the year, but I'm not sure how successful I will be, but I will give it a go.
The most recent book that I read was Quiet, by Susan Cain. I'm not sure how I ended up borrowing this book. I had watched her TED talk, and I think this book popped up on my "recommended" list when I looked up Lean In online, and I find it interesting learning more about personality types...anyway, I borrowed it, and I'm sure glad that I did.
Simply put, this book is about introverts. I liked the book because I feel like I better understand myself. Reading a little bit more about my personality, and why I do what I do and why I like what I like and enjoy what I enjoy. To learn a little bit more about culture and culture clashes (first-generation problems!). I found the book reassuring.
Of course, we are all a mixture of personalities. We might lean towards one side of the spectrum than another. I had a moment when I was reading the book where I wondered it everyone reading this book would find part of themselves in it, just like reading the horoscope. On any given day (or day after), I can read the horoscope of any star sign and see myself and events that have happened in the day. So is this book naturally preaching to the choir because everyone will be able to see themselves in it? Or maybe there is a seriously extroverted person who will read this book and be completely surprised by what they read.
I was also thinking about the message of this book with my profession. I'm in a field where the pendulum is swinging many perceive that a cooperative, discussion- and inquiry-based approach is advocated for. While there are many benefits for this approach, how does this support the learning of introverted students? Personally, I advocate for a diverse and balanced approach to teaching. Our students are diverse. Our students learn and thrive in different contexts, and I want all students to have to opportunity to feel success and be successful. At the same time, I want all students to feel challenged and have an opportunity to develop areas of weakness or learn to make the most out of contexts that are not comfortable. Who knows what kind of context they will end up in and/or whether or not they will have the ability to alter their context to one in which they will thrive (because hopefully they will know more about themselves).
I had a eureka moment when I read about Free Trait Theory, or in general, the idea that you can display a completely different personality in different contexts. It helps me to make sense of my 'different personalities'. I have consistently gotten the feedback that I present myself in a certain kind of way. That impression is completely contradictory to the emotions that I'm feeling in those situations. I was always a little bit confused as to why that was the case, what caused it, how I am able to have the strength to give that impression, and how come I can't channel that person more often? I still don't really have the answer, but I liked reading about it.
Anyway, I really liked this book. It was very easy to read and a nice contribution to my current phase of self-discovery.

- picture courtesy of www.chapters.indigo.ca

La dolce vita

I write this from the floor of my balcony. This past week, I've realized that putting a blanket on its floor, bringing out a pillow, putting a good playlist on my itunes, some light reading, and snacks is awesome.
The weather's been fantastic this past week and why take the time to pack up your things and walk to the park when you can have a lovely picnic on your very own balcony? And then whenever you get tired of it, you doing have to walk home because you're already there.
Win-win situation if you ask me.
Sure, there are certain times of day that the sun hits the balcony and it gets too hot, but when there's shade it's pretty great because I get a nice breeze.
It's pretty fabulous.
So, I've been living it up here on my balcony for the past week. Making the most out of the final days of summer. I'm back to a more regular work routine starting tomorrow.
It's been a nice summer. I was able to slow down my pace and just 'be'. I feel well rested as I begin the year. And that's a good thing.

Phew!

I finally mustered up the courage to read my course evals from last year.
Folks, we take these things seriously. In a class filled with positive comments, even one negative comment can absolutely shatter an instructor's moral. It's terrifying to read these things. Absolutely terrifying. Those nasty comments stick, and no, I don't know who wrote them, so just knowing that someone out there thinks those things about me is crushing.
I came out of this round unscathed, but I'm still shaking. Opening that file takes courage.
Thank you to those students who took the time to give their thoughtful feedback, and even more thanks to those who are respectful in the process.

I love what I do...so much that sometimes it hurts. But it's worth it.

I Could Do That

I think this is a nicely done video. I wonder if they will create a video discussing how it's decided how much art is worth. I have been looking to purchase some art, but am unsure of my pricepoint. I'm also still in the stage where I don't think I've been exposed to enough art to know what I like to own. Sure, I know that there are certain artists' work that I like, but most of those pieces are not one that I will realistically be able to purchase. I haven't seen a piece recently that I've loved so much that I couldn't stop thinking about it. I do see nice things from time to time, but am never sure if I like it enough to purchase it.
I wonder if I'll ever get to the point of making the commitment and buying something?

Un sejour a Toronto

Just hanging out in the Billy Bishop Airport lounge (P.S. the pedestrian tunnel is quite lovely) and reflecting on the past two (and a bit) weeks here in Toronto.
I worry that each time I’m in Toronto, I only get the “best of” series because I am here for limited amounts of time and actively create my schedule for my visits. Anyway, suffice it to say, I had a lovely time in the city. There was a lot of smiles and laughter and I was mostly in very positive spirits, but I do admit that I did have some moments which ensured that I wasn’t on cloud nine the entire time. I’m learning that it’s okay to have a cry every so often and am trying not to be embarrassed about it. It’s better to let it out (and hopefully move on). But yes, for the first time in awhile, I felt very well-rested, content, and optimistic.
Toronto is fantastic. Here are some reasons why:

• International cuisine. I only scraped the surface by eating American, Chinese, Indian, Italian, Japanese, Malaysian...and if it counts as a type of cuisine, brunch. Ha. I had intentions of having Caribbean and Vietnamese, but actually ran out of stomach space. In fact, the last three days I was in the city, I only ate one meal a day. After eating a lot, I tend to get into camel-mode and just stop being hungry. Standout food experiences from this trip include: Dandylion and Yasu Omakase Sushi Bar. I'll also mention Greg’s Ice Cream, because it's a classic and their Roasted Marshmallow ice cream is my favorite ice cream that I've ever had, and I can also say that I (waited in line and) ate Uncle Tetsu's Cheesecake (tasted more like a cheescake-flavoured steamed egg thingy and was kind of meh). For some interesting flavours, I would recommend going to Kekou Gelato House. Finally, afternoon tea is always a wonderful experience too, and MoRoCo's isn't too bad. 

• Street festivals. I stumbled across Toronto International Buskerfest while wandering the city. While I'm not sure that Toronto can compete with Montreal in terms of its festival scene, I do think that the festivals in the city are becoming larger and they are trying to place them in locations that will become known as spaces for events. I know many people who scoff at Yonge-Dundas Square, but I quite like it and appreciate what it's trying to do/be. 

• (free) Outdoor movie screenings. I was happy to be able to take in part of TIFF in the Park 2015: TIFF 40 and watch one film while in the city. I have always been interested in seeing The Triplets of Belleville, because the soundtrack is so fantastic. The film itself is quite quirky and doesn't make my favourite movies list, but as I said, the music is phenomenal.

• Theatre. I'm a little surprised that when living in the city, I didn't attend shows. When traveling to New York and London, I would frequently attend shows, but never made it a priority in Toronto. On a whim (literally - I walked by the theatre, saw ticketholders entering, and decided to join them...it was just 10 minutes before curtains), I decided to see Newsies. Why not? The singing was great (I'm a sucker for good harmonies, and I was in an emotional space such that the right harmony or lyrics caused my to get teary-eyed) and the dancing was decent (I had very high expectations). It was a nice 2.5 hours and I feel fortunate to be able to have been able to take advantage of the situation that presented itself.

• People. Toronto peeps - you're the best of the best. 

It was great to walk around the city. I did lots of window shopping (disappointed that I wasn't able to find some things that I was hoping to find - but that always happens with me) and enjoyed being able to drive. I miss driving. And swimming is a wonderfully relaxing thing and is calming, refreshing, and therapeutic. I was lucky that part of my time in the city was so wonderfully warm and was fortunate to be able to spent time outside in the pool. 
Prior to booking this trip, I was worried that two weeks would be too long. I didn't think I would be comfortable being away from Montreal for that long. Now that it's over, it went by too quickly. While I was able to do a lot, there is still a lot that...well, there's always more. 
But, here I am, at the airport, waiting to head back to Montreal. Year 2. C'est parti!

Quebec French

In response to merci, it's bienvenue (not de rien).

And it's melon d'eau (not pasteque).

Balsamic BellaVitano

I had intended to only get one type of cheese (the Tete a Papineau), but then, I stated to chat with the salesperson and asked her to give me a rundown of how the cheese in the shop were organized. I asked some very naive questions about how I might think about the different cheeses and what I might consider for the next time and then she asked the deadly question: "Do you want to try something else?" How could I say no? I mean, there were so many different cheeses available, so I wasn't really sure where to begin, so I just asked her what her favourite cheese was, and she said the Balsamic BellaVitano...from Wisconsin. I laughed out loud that it was an American cheese and she chuckled as well. I think it's also part of my silly romanticism of Europe, but I was thinking that I would want to eat my way through European cheeses. But of course Wisconsin would have some good cheeses too!

Here's the description on the label (which, was of course written in French although it's an American cheese): "Fromage a pate ferme affine au vinaigre balsamique gagnant de la 1er place au American cheese Society 2010. Fin 2e. debut 3e service. Vin: Rose de Provence." (Translation, by google)

The cheese (from the Sartori Company) reminded me of a cheddar. Made from pasteurized cow's milk, it's a little harder, and has that kind of "cheddar" taste (I've got to develop a better flavour vocabulary)...I don't know how to describe it...salty? Thick? There is a hint of balsamic vinegar (obviously), but with my crappy palate, it's super subtle to me. The description of the website is helpful and I like the recommendations of what it pairs well with. I mean, that didn't really help me, because I was only looking at it after I'd finished eating, but knowing which foods it would go well with was interesting to think about.

Anyway, another cheese that I enjoyed. I mean, it's great that I'm finding all of these cheeses that I like, but I guess when you are able to taste the cheeses before buying them, that helps. I mean, I usually try one or two cheeses before deciding what to buy, and I don't really think I've actually tried something that I thought was vile. Mind you, I'm probably (based on the salesperson's knowledgeable recommendation) trying cheeses that probably wouldn't be too offensive (to my limited cheese palate). It's been fun going through these different cheeses. I'm really holding back from moving into goat cheese territory, but it seems like there are so many cow's milk cheeses that  don't have to worry too much about it quite yet.

Tete a Papineau

So, I'm continuing to go through the selection of brie-like cheeses at my regular cheese shop. I think at some point, I'll need to move along to other types of cheeses and diversify, but for the meantime, I still start my conversation with whoever's helping me in the shops with something along the lines of, "I usually get something from this section, like a brie...what would you recommend that's similar?"

This time, the recommendation was Tete a Papineau. Another Quebec, pasteurized cow's milk cheese and coming from the Fromagerie Montebello. I wouldn't describe this cheese to be "spreadable" per se. It's softish, but not quite as soft as some of the other cheese that I've gotten. In terms of flavour, this cheese has NO flavour. Like, even eating the rind, I don't get that kind of bitter or funny taste that stays on the tongue. I get no hints of anything, no undertones...so if you like a strong cheese this one is not for you. I googled a little bit more about the cheese and found a description of its flavour as "Douceur, arome de creme fraiche, legerement herbace." (Translation, by google).

The description on the label from the shop reads: "Fromage artisanale a pate demi-ferme & croute lavee. Affinage de 35 a 60 jours. Finalist Fromages Fins Can. 2014. 2e service. Vin: Cahors, pinor noir." (Translation, courtesy of google)

Anyway, it was a light cheese that I enjoyed. Today's incredibly hot outside, and I'm sitting on my balcony (luckily, a big tree is blocking the sun right now), so it's very warm, but there's a nice breeze. And with a fresh baguette, tomatoes and fruit juice, eating this cheese is enjoyable.

Montreal Jazz Festival (June 26-July 5, 2015)

It's festival after festival in Montreal during the summer. One of the big ones that recent finished up was the Festival International de Jazz.
I managed to head down to Place des Arts to take in a couple (free) concerts. That's the awesome thing, Place des Arts is a wonderful set up and they erect massive stages and sound systems and provide opportunities for the public to experience the festivals without having to pay for the festivities. Retailers and concession stands, I'm sure benefit from the traffic.

Three concerts that I attended stood out to me:

Michael Kaeshammer (British Columbia, Canada) -  I guess I would describe this music as big band jazz? Music that you can dance to, that's for sure. It's just such feel-good music.

Ginkgoa (France, pictured above) - I would describe this band as having an electro-swing flavour. As soon as they started playing, I immediate thought of this playlist on Songza. The band was awesome, playing music that you couldn't help but move to. And the lead singer couldn't help but move either. A fun touch was that she tap dancer through one of her songs.

Adam Cohen (pictured, left) - So this is Leonard Cohen's son. I imagine that's a tough gig and maybe I shouldn't have chosen that as the opening to introduce this musician, but to me, it's also a good descriptor of the sound of his voice and style of his music.

It was absolutely incredible how many people attended the festival. There were tons of concepts that you had to buy tickets for, and I'm sure those were well attended too. I just couldn't believe how many people were packed into Place des Arts. For Adam Cohen's concert it was a seriously big deal of a concert. A huge production. Lots of lights, lots of big screens so that people not in front of the stage could still see the performance and of course an awesome sound system so that you could hear the concert from all around. I was so impressed with the show and will the turnout.
There were concerts happening all the time, and of course staggered a bit so that performers weren't competing between the stages. The soundchecks might have overlapped a bit, but that's it. And in between the big(ger) shows were smaller concerts and street performers. In fact, you can the vaudeville street performers pictured here standing in the background (in suits) of Ginkgoa's performance. They were enjoying and respecting fellow artists' performances. And it was impressive how quickly the festival crew was able to clear an area to let the performers set up and to set up the sound system.

I can't wait to continue to explore and experience more festivals in the city.

Twelfth Night (or What You Will)

I had mentioned in a previous post that I would need to check out Repercussion Theatre's Shakespeare production in the park...and I did!
This year, the company put on Twelfth Night (or What You Will). I was recently chatting with a friend about the experience but had forgotten the name of the play. My description was, "You know, that one where a girl dresses up a a guy, and someone falls in love with her/him, but then someone else falls in love with some else, and there's a mix up and some other stuff." Pretty vague and unfortunately encompassing of a couple of Shakespeare's plays!
Anyway, the play was lovely. There were a couple songs in the play and I enjoyed the musical interludes. The last song that was sung to end the play and into the final bows sounded very familiar. Not like, it's a famous song, familiar, but like I'd heard it in another Shakespeare in the Park production. And since I think I've only really seen the Canadian Stage Company's productions in High Park, I'm narrowing it down to something that they did. So, is there a common song for Shakespeare?
As per usual, I packed a picnic dinner for this outing. It was fun. I'm really getting into this whole cheese and baguette thing. The cheese with ferns was purchased for this particular event.
Repercussion Theatre does things a little differently from the Canadian Stage Company. Instead of residing in one venue, the production moves around different parks around Montreal each night. Thus, you are able to select a night of a location that is convenient to you, or visit different parks in the city. It also means that the set and the whole she-bang needs to be easy to set up and rather portable. The set was simple, but effective. I went to the July 3rd show which was at a really large park. It was kinda cool because the entire evening there were people just walking by (because people in Montreal really love wandering and their green space...at least when the weather is nice) and stumbling across the production. There were also teams playing soccer on the fields in the background. And of course lots of people picnicking.
The company is touring until July 26th, so there's still time to catch a show! You can either find a patch of grass to sit on, bring a lawn chair (people here seem to not just bring those collapsible camping chairs, but straight up folding chairs) or even pay $5 to rent a chair (and get a seat right up front). The show is by donation (collected by cast members during intermission - I guess they don't have to bubble themselves throughout the entire show...mixing and mingling with the public doesn't throw them off).

Quebec City

I've been to Quebec City a couple times this year. Unfortunately, neither time was during Carnival, so I'll have to go back again at some point.
Something funny, is that prior to moving to la belle province, I would call Quebec City, "Quebec City". But people here refer to it as "Quebec". Is that what folks in New York refer to New York City as.
For the first little while, I was always confused when people talked about Quebec because it didn't seem like they were referring to the entire province, but then I finally clued into what they were talking about.
I don't know how much of Quebec City I've had the chance the chance to city. Both times I was there, I was staying quite close to downtown. I had a chance to walk around the downtown area and go to the old city and it is quite quaint, but not too large, and I kind of got my fill of the city within an afternoon. I'm sure there's more to see, but it would probably require some sort of transportation more than my feet. I'd like to visit the ice hotel.

Coulommiers Fougerus

On recommendation, I tried a different cheese shop. The shop is small, with a small selection, but a very nice boutique. Apparently they have cheeses that are more rare in the city, and the service was wonderful but I did have to buy my cheese blind because I wasn't offered a chance to taste anything.

Anyway, going with my continued quest to go through the bries, I asked what was available in that family. I was presented with two options, one made with unpasteurized milk and the other, pasteurized. As someone who was enceinte would be probably be eating the cheese, I went with the pasteurized cheese, the Coulommiers Fougerus.

This creamy cheese from France has a rind (still getting used to it) and is covered with ferns (so apparently, there's a hint of fern flavouring the cheese - can't taste it at all). This cheese shop doesn't provide any details about the cheese on the label, so I can't give more specifics about the cheese other than what I can find online. What freaks me out a bit is that through my online reading, this cheese is made from unpasteurized milk. Uh oh. 

The cheese is easy to spread on a baguette and doesn't have a strong flavour, but it does have a bit of an aftertaste. Like that bitter-ish flavour or that rind-y flavour or something. Or maybe it's a little sour. Or mushroomy. It's a decent cheese. I don't LOVE it, but I enjoyed eating it.

The Last Lecture

The Last Lecture, by Jeffrey Zaslow and Randy Pausch

The Last Lecture is a book based on a talk given by Randy Pausch in Carnegie Mellon's Last Lecture series in 2007 (embedded at the end of this post). You may know of it as it went viral.
At the time, I had seen the video, and followed Randy's blog until he passed away in 2008.
Randy had pancreatic cancer.
Randy was also a tenured professor in computer science, a family man, and a lover of life.
His talk was entitled Really Achieving Your Dreams.
I had enjoyed his lecture and found it TED-talk-esque.
I wasn't really sure what this book would be above and beyond what his talk discussed. The book is quite slim (and a quick read...if you tried, you could probably finish it in an hour or two). I enjoyed the book like I did his talk, but it wasn't quite as rich, expansive and compelling as I had hoped. Randy did remind me of some important life lessons and qualities to live by/for, but the story was rather brief. "Chapters" of the book were a couple pages at most, some even just a couple paragraphs. Perhaps it was because the message was so simple that it didn't need to be belabored. Why take pages and pages to say something that can be said in one? I guess what I was hoping a little bit more for was a lengthier narrative to provide background to his message. To read more about his stories, his life, his experiences. I just wanted more.
Still, I did enjoy this book. Reading it now seemed appropriate. Randy wrote about being an academic. Randy wrote about making the most out of life. Randy wrote about dreams. Randy also wrote about achieving your dreams.
This year has been a strange one for me. It's been a little bit bumpier than I would have liked, and I'm not sure when things will smooth out. But I am alive and thriving. And this book reminded me to make the most out of life, to continue to do awesome things and be positive.



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Rang des Iles Meule

I think I'm starting to run out of cheeses to try in that "brie" section. What am I going to do when I try all of the cheese in that section? Which section would I go to next? Surely not goat cheeses. Blech!

Rang des Iles Meule is another cheese made from lat pasteurise de vache. As written on the label: Fromage fermier a pate molle et croute mixte. Fait de lait 100% suisse brune. Affinage de 30 jours. 1er service. Vin: Cotes du Rhone blanc. (Translated by google).

The cheese was made in Saint-Gedeon in Lac-Saint-Jean (Quebec) at the Fomagerie Medard. As the description says, it's made by milk from a certain kind of cow (Suisse brune). I don't pick up any particular hints of whatever flavour (but maybe my palate is not refined enough to do so), so the only description I have for it is: creamy. There's no particular aftertaste or anything either. It's another one of those cheeses that I spread onto bread and it's like I'm eating butter. So if that's the type of cheese that you like, this would be a good one!

Cheddar Applewood Fume

Switching it up a bit, I got a cheddar cheese from the market. Most of the cheddars that I tried tasted very similar, but this one (obviously) had a smokey taste to it (which I liked), so I decided to go with this one instead.

This cheddar is from the east coast, Prince Edward Island...the Cows Creamery in Charlottetown to be exact.

Here's what the label said: Fromage a pate ferme fume au bois de pommier (8hrs). Affinage de 2 ans. Gagnant fromage aromatique. "Grand prix des fromages Canadiens". Vin: Chardonnay boise, biere anglaise. (Translated via google)

I mean, what is there to say about this cheese? It's a cheddar, and tastes like cheddar. It also tastes smokey. And apple-ish. And tasty.

Lean In

Lean In, by Sheryl Sandberg

Fun fact about me: I don't really do well in bookstores. Like, I'm not good at just going in, wandering around, picking up whatever book looks interesting and just start reading it. So, I don't really venture into bookstores to browse like I might go into other types of shops.
Once, though, I was with someone else who does like to go into bookstores, so what else could I do? I wandered around, just looking at different covers and admiring the pictures on the fronts of books...until I felt like I had done as much as I could do before actually picking up a book. I forced myself to grab one and start reading (because what else could I do to take up more time?) and Lean In was the book that I happened to pick up.
I had time to read about the first chapter of the book and I loved it. But then, it was time to leave the shop and I put the book down. I was kind of annoyed actually that I couldn't finish the book. I'm not good at stopping things partway through. Anyway, I think that was at least 3 years ago that I was in that bookstore.
So, continuing on in my summer of reading, I thought I'd seek out this book again and continue to read it. Also, I had a good hunch that this book would be available at my library at work.
I really liked this book. It discusses so many things that are so relevant in my life. It gave me a perspective about some of the workings of contexts that I am a part of (and better familiarizing myself with) and even some insights into myself. I encourages me to "lean in" and be a little bit bolder than my natural inclination. It makes me think a little bit more carefully about interactions and human behaviour. It reassured me to know that so many things that I've been experiencing, thinking about, and puzzling over are not rare occurences.
Similar to Malcolm Gladwell's books, Sandberg clearly put a lot of thought into her book and did her homework. Not only does she pepper her writing with personal anecdotes and experiences, she also links her ideas to research to really drive home her points.
Reading this book felt like I was watching a really long TED talk. I was inspired, able to make lots of connections and wonder how I'm going to apply all of the thoughts that are going through my head into my life.

Anyway, I'm glad that I was able to finish reading this book. I'm happy that I've been able to get through a couple books already this summer and that I've been able to slow my pace down. Today, when I went for a walk to get some errands done, I walked slower. Maybe even at a typical person's pace. I mean, people weren't passing me, nor was I passing others. I just took my time and I think it's been good for my soul to take my time.

- picture courtesy of www.chapters.indigo.ca

The Tipping Point

The Tipping Point, by Malcolm Gladwell

Inspired by Outliers, I decided to read another one of Malcolm Gladwell's books. I don't know if it's reader's fatigue or something, but I didn't find this book as interesting. The style of the book was very similar, but the content didn't seem quite as compelling.
In The Tipping Point, the author described different traits/components/characteristics/contributors to making an event/person reach a point of taking them over some sort of threshold. For example, describing three types of critical "players": Connectors, mavens, and salesmen. He also describes what he calls, "The stickiness factor" and "The power of context". Gladwell uses different examples and case studies to illustrate his points.
I often wonder what the process is for authors writing books. I guess it would depend on the topic and the style of the author, but until a couple years ago, I never considered that an author would need to do research for his/her book (except for non-fiction, which I assumed would obviously need knowledge of a particular topic). I also had a similar revelation about filmmakers. To come up with a finished product must take a lot of background work and with the types of books that Gladwell writes, I wonder how many people are supporting the process. Would he be researching all of the ideas himself, or would there be an academic/researcher (or someone like a research assistant?) who would help provide evidence of his claims. His books have footnotes/endnotes where he's referencing other people's work so I wonder how he goes back and forth between the narrative text and his references. Would it be very similar to the process that I take when I write, I wonder?
Anyway, I thought this book was just as accessible for a hesitant reader as Outliers was, but not quite as juicy. I would still recommend it because it does give further insight into life and interactions and who doesn't want to try to better understand how the world works?

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Outliers

Outliers, by Malcolm Gladwell

So, I received this book as a gift in December 2008. And I finally read it. I had started reading it quite some time ago, but for some reason, I never got around to finishing it. I'm so happy that I finally got back to it. It's a great book. Kudos to the person who gave it to me, he guessed that I would be interested in the topics described in the book, and he was right.
Not only did I like the topic, but it was an easy read (check off one of my requirements for my summer reading list). There were short chapters (critical for me as I've been reading in short snippets of time...on the bus, to kick start my day, to end my days, waiting for people to show up for coffee/lunch/brunch/whatever...and also because I'm not good at remembering what's going on in the book, so stopping partway through a chapter really confuses me the next time I pick it up).
This is the first book that I've read by Gladwell. I tend not to be an overly critical reader (especially if the writing is well crafted). I think maybe I should be a little bit more critical...or maybe it depends on the subject matter. I have read things that I think are completely ridiculous. Anyway, my point is, I was happy to follow Gladwell's arguments. I guess I could google what others think of his writing (there must be critics out there), but I don't feel like it's a priority.
As the title suggests, this book is about outliers. The things that make people/things get to that place that makes them extraordinary. Gladwell provides lots of examples of this, talking about being in the right time and place, culture, context, and basically, just explaining how things work. As some who likes to analyse and figure out how things work, I found the book very interesting. I learned a little bit more about luck. I learned a little bit about timing. I learned a little bit more about small things making a difference.
I was thinking about my life as I read this book. About what in my life has contributed to who I am today. I mean, the easy answer is that everything contributes, I to try to get a better sense of how they contributed. I read this book with a lot of interest and wonder. And was happy that it was an easy read.
I've recently been thinking about writing a book. It's something that people in my profession often do. I was at a conference a little while ago, getting inspired and thinking about different things that I'd like to investigate further. I came up with some ideas for a book. But the connection to this book is that I think if I write something, I'll definitely want it to be very accessible. An easy read, and something that people can connect with. Like, a "human interest" kind of story. We'll see if that book ever gets written.

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Watermelon

Watermelon, by Marian Keyes

Total chick lit. Mindless, frivolous, the easiest read. I have to say though, I didn't like how it ended up. I mean, it went in the right direction, but I needed an extra chapter or something to continue the fluff. Fluff is fun and good and there needed to be more to complete the story. For chick lit, it's got to be the perfect storybook ending, right? Sure, this book has some little twists here and there, but when it comes to the resolution, I want them to go all out and lay it on thick.
So if you need a synopsis, here it is (it's basically the same story as every other chick lit). Girl somehow gets shafted by her man. She goes a little nutty and is serious crisis mode. Then she meets some other guy...rebound of sorts. And then the original guy comes back into the picture. But what happens in the end? You'll have to read it to find out! Ha! Oh, and they're British of course. Why is that? Either it's taking place in Manhattan and everyone is so chic and fabulous, or their in the UK where you read the book and imagine everyone speaking with glorious accents.

- picture courtesy of www.chapters.indigo.ca

(Summer) reading

I recently started to read. It'd be great if I can get into a routine of reading regularly (alliteration FTW!).
I will typically have a more relaxed schedule over the spring and summer months. Still, I have tried to maintain a good schedule. I tend to wake up around 8-8.30am (yes, I know, most people are about to start their work day at that time, but for me this is quite a feat to regularly wake up at this hour - I'm often working evenings with my position so my schedule shifts a bit). And slowly ease into the day. Sometimes this entails reading a little bit in bed. And even eating breakfast! I think that these are all very good things to have as part of my routine because during the year, I did neither. I've typically been arriving into work around 10.30am.
Anyway, the point is, I've been reading. I've been wanting to read something light to match my summer schedule. I don't own too many books that I haven't read, especially ones that don't have heavy topics. I did have one chick lit book on my shelf and thought that it was a perfect place to start. And then I went back to a book that I had started reading awhile ago and but for some reason, never got around to finishing. I'm on my third book now, and have a couple more that I picked up from my work library that will hopefully work out. I'll happily take suggestions if people have them. Mindless books were kind of my target reading for the summer, but my work library doesn't seem to have them (or at least the titles and authors that I knew of). But that's ok - the titles that I've got on my lineup should be relatively easy reading still, of personal interest, and will encourage some synapses to fire.
It would be great if I could get through a couple books over these next couple of months.
The nice weather will help me in my quest. I type this as I sit on my balcony, taking a break from my current book. It's a beautiful day outside and reading and my general routine this past little while has helped me to slow down my pace a bit (needed). It's been good for my mental health too, I think.

Still here

I know I keep saying that, and I know I keep promising (more frequent) updates and even to go back to ones that I never got around doing. I think most of all, my trip to China in 2013.
But I wonder why I haven't gotten around to maintaining this blog a little bit better (as if I need another thing to ponder and think about it from this angle and that angle). Maybe I'm just living my life and not making it a priority to share it with others?
I mean, I am doing many things that in the moment or shortly thereafter I think, "Oh, I should blog about that." (Or maybe it's just getting at a deeper issue of wishing I could have shared the experience with someone else?). But that life continued on and I don't/didn't blog.
I am still taking pictures here and there, albeit less of them than when I did my last big relocation (to CH...although, maybe moving back to Toronto should have counted as the last big relocation...because the CH adventures were pretty epic and I felt that I needed to document them all via photograph). So I have a bunch of pictures, just sitting on my camera...not even on this blog.

But ok, since I'm typing right now, here are a couple quick things that I'll ramble off of the top of my head as things that I had wanted to blog about:
- Musical swings in Promenade des Artistes
- How EVERYONE floods the city once the weather changes...the vibe of the city is so different!
- Terrase, not patio...and people love them here
- Growing herbs is fun (FYI, I've got basil, rosemary, and cilantro...I also have some lavender which I desperately hope I can get to spread and take over all of my balconies or something)
- Bring on all of the festivals!!!
- St. Viateur has Rosemary and Sea Salt Bagels but Fairmount is just generally better.
- Hmmmm (So, I visit the Toronto Star website every day...but I'm wondering if I should make the switch. It would be a pretty big deal. I mean, I should probably just do both - along with all of the other websites I visit - the one I would instinctively visit first probably says something)
- Grey's Anatomy is done. I wasn't sure when the season final was going to be and after I watch it, I didn't realize is was the final episode. I mean, in terms of the fact that I didn't feel like it was you're typical, "Let's finish off all the story lines" finale or whatever. I mean, I liked it, but it wasn't like, "Boom, we're done." It did leave on a positive note, which I liked. (Two-second-later-edit: Errr, so it's not done. Why did I think it was done? I probably mis-remembered that it's just that Patrick Dempsey was leaving the show.)
- Similarly, I really like the The Mindy Project. Glad to hear that it's going to continue on Canadian TV (and hopefully the network's website).
- Went to Ottawa for a day today for something work related (I'm sitting on a train right now - seems to be a regular blogging time for me)...had a Beavertail (I think it was my first!)...walked along the Canal...saw Ontario license plates...just did my thing...and generally felt pretty great. I wonder if I should consider doing day trips more often?

Silver lining?

So, one reason I like winter and the snow that comes with it is because then I can drop my garbage down to the street from my 3rd floor balcony without worrying about the bag breaking, rather than climb down the rickety and narrow fire escape. Ha ha!

Back on the ice

I went skating for the first time in about 5 years.

Montreal's pretty great in the winter. They flood a bunch of parks and have outdoor rinks for folks to take advantage of. I knew that there were a couple that were close to me, but I had envisioned them being further away then they actually are.
This evening, I stopped making excuses and just walked over to the nearest one, laced up my skates, and skated.
I had mentally prepped myself, thinking that if there were a lot of people there, I would just keep walking and head home. I prefer to skate when there aren't many people, especially in public skating situations. Since skating in circles is minimal, I would rather less people witness my shenanigans. I obviously picked a late night to go, thinking that there would be less people and it wasn't as bloody cold outside tonight so I that helped compel me to go.
I arrived around the same time as a couple other folks and saw them head into an indoor structure. Ah, a nice heated area with seating for folks to put their skates on and take a break as needed. I think there were also events related to the Festival de Casteliers going on there, but I wasn't too sure.
I'm kind of intrigued by the Festival, I see little cat puppets lining the shop windows in my neighbourhood and went on the website to check out the situation, but nothing's really sticking out to me. Maybe I'll give it a try next year?
Anyway, the rink was actually a loop around the structure. With a couple other people on the ice, I took a couple laps and I needed them to get my feet under me anyhow. Skating is like riding a bike, but the balance to do edgework and turns takes a little bit longer to come back. I can't even say that by the time I left the rink I was feeling completely comfortable. After a couple laps and doing so basic edges, I wanted to do a little bit more and focus on really getting my feet back under me. There were still too many people on the ice in the more open part for my liking (I think at most, there were 7 people...that's 7 too many!), so I ducked around to the 'back part' of the loop where people tended not to go (the 3 or 4 people who has been doing loops can stopped and stay on the main part of the rink).
I tried to centre myself by doing some spins. Just upright spins...forwards and backwards. It's a shame that the dizziness comes back. The ice was pretty mucked up. They don't flood, and it's covered with a nice layer of snow and of course it's not perfectly even or anything. And it's practically the middle of the night with just a couple lamps on. So that was a little tough too.
Then I tried some jumps. I even hurled myself into some doubles. Surprisingly, I landed some. I just did double salchows. I didn't want to push my luck. It's funny how muscle memory, well, stays in your muscles (and memory). My bum has enough padding that it didn't completely hurt when I fell, but the ice seemed rather hard (not the springy ice at the Galaxy!) and my elbow seemed my bony than ever.
I did some turns (my balance was horrible!) and wiped out on some double threes.

But it was really nice to be back on the ice. I've missed it.

I'm not sure if I'll be back out again soon. I mean, it took me all this time to get out there this one time. We'll see how it goes.

Getting groceries

I was going to go to dance class this morning, but took too long getting ready and decided to abandon that plan. I'm a little annoyed at myself for causing myself to miss class (because it's an awesome class), but the day I've had instead was quite nice.

After realizing that I hadn't been to the market for awhile, I went, and it was lovely (of course). As usual, I took my time looking at everything. I slowed my pace down (I'm realizing that I need to do this more often). I mean, I actively slowed my walking. Slowed my movements and just took my time.

So, it's maple syrup season!
I've decided that the next time I go to the market, I'll get a tire sur neige. I did have a little sample of syrup though. So yummy.
Anyway, lots of people were buying cans of syrup. I don't think I eat pancakes often enough to buy a can. And people were buying multiple cans at a time! Also, cans seem awkward. Do they siphon the syrup into another vessel? I'll need to figure that part of it out.

Some words for you:
Panais - parsnip
Navet - turnip

I got what I needed for lunch and my dinner (which will also be lunch for the week) and headed off to the next grocery stop.

There is an Asian grocery store near the market that I went in once before. When I had gone the last time, it was comforting. Kind of like when I go to Joe Fresh and the Loblaws Superstore nearby. I know it's a little weird, but it's true. There's something reassuring about them. Familiarity, I suppose. (I'll be writing a post about identity and belonging soon.)
I was hoping to find daikon (of course, I would never call it this myself, but I've learned of this name - thanks, Top Chef - and it writes better than my attempt at pin yin) for some soup and figured that this would be my best bet. I could obviously have gone to Chinatown, but it's out of the way for me (in fact, I haven't been since I first arrived, and that was just to walk through it). I've heard that there's an Asian grocery store west of me in a multicultural neighbourhood (that people tend to mention when I talk about things I miss about Toronto - and the comment always seems strange to me), but I haven't gone out there yet either.
Anyway, I'm in the Asian grocery store near the market, taking my time, walking up and down the aisles. I'm looking at the different people, and listening to the different languages. I'm also reading the signs for the different produce...all written in French. I wondered to myself whether or not the writing was correct. In similar shops in Toronto, sometimes the English isn't correct. Spelling mistakes are not uncommon. I wonder if any of the French words in this store as spelled incorrectly. Unfortunately, I am not skilled enough to know.
I found my daikon, and proceeded to check out.

So, when I'm out and about, I try to speak French as often as possible. I appreciate the opportunity to practice it and think it's the right approach to living here. (Again, more about that in a future post.)
Mind you, yesterday when I was shopping, since the salesperson started speaking to me in English and it was a store that when walking around I hear multiple salespeople speaking to each other in English and with a customer base that for the most part may not be Francophone, I responded and conversed in English. I mean, my French isn't horrible, but I'm definitely am not as comfortable and cannot fully express myself and articulate all of my thoughts in French in an eloquent manner. It was nice to just have a 'break' and speak English too. (Seriously, more to come in another post.)
So, I'm in an Asian grocery store. I'm hearing a lot of different Asian languages. I'm not skilled enough to look at someone and guess what part of Asian their from, but when I was at the checkout, I decided to speak Chinese. I mean, it was only a "hello" and "thank you", but the cashier responded in the same language.

It was nice.

Le Noble

My journey through cheese continues.
I'm still going through soft cheeses...super mild ones. Maybe one day I'll be eating stinky cheeses!

Le Noble is a cheese made from lait pasteurise de vache (cow's milk). When I get to the point of eating stinky cheeses, I'll also venture into the goat's cheese section. I'm just not a super-fan of the taste! The cheese comes from the Fromagerie Domaine Feodal
which also made the Cendre des Pres that I'd tried previously.
As written on the label:
Pate molle a croute fleurie. Odeur de champignons, gout subtil d'amande. Texture tres cremeuse. (Translated via google)

Only after I read the label did I maybe pick up on the almond. But yes, it's quite creamy. My lunch today was cheese and baguette and salad. It was quite lovely.
It's a super mild cheese, which hardly any flavour. And I guess I'm starting to get used to the rind part. It's not my favourite part of the cheese, but I can manage it.

Oh yes, and the wine pairing recommendation: Riesling sec, cidre de glace. Hmmm. Well, that's different from some of the previous cheeses that I've had. And the cheeses all seem so similar to me, so I wonder why the wine pairing for this one is different?

Anyway, good cheese...I wonder what my next one will be!

Grey's FTW!

Oh man, Grey's Anatomy is so good. I can't believe that 8 years ago, I was guffawing at the show.
And the fact that the superman pose showed up in last night's episode...interesting. There have now been a couple instances where I've been reminded me of this TED talk.

Cheetos

I love Cheetos. I tend to get these crazy cravings for them every so often. This past weekend, I had a pretty consistent supply of them and it was lovely. Mmmm...cheese flavoured, stain your fingers goodness!

Random fact of the day: "Yum yum" in French is spelt "Miam miam".

Snow stories

Before I moved to Montreal, people told me about how cold and snowy it would be. It actually hasn't been too bad so far...

One things that's impressed me has been Montreal's ability to deal with the snow. I mean, people just deal with it. And the city deals with it too.

During/after a big snowfall, the plows are out and about. At all hours. I hear them doing their thing in the middle of the night. I don't think there's been a big snowfall here that I've had to venture out and something wasn't already taken care of. That's not to say that everything's clearer away, but I've realized that there's a very set procedure with all of it.

First, they clean the sidewalks and roads. This often results in big mounds of snow by the curbs and cars (lots of street parking in the city) getting absolutely boxed in. I've been keen to see how cars dig themselves out. It's interesting and entertaining. So that's what I perceive to be Part 1 to immediately deal with the situation to help pedestrians and vehicles.

Part 2 can make it a little bit more difficult for pedestrians and vehicles. All of that snow that's piled up by the curb get plowed around to make mounds on the side of the roads or at corners of sidewalks or other places that you'd usually want to walk on. But that's just in preparation for Part 3.

Part 3 is my favorite. They have these tag-team trucks/plows/blowers/vehicles that come by to remove everything. A vehicle that's a plow/snowblower hybrid picks up all of the snow in inconvenient piles and snow at the side of the road and by the curb. And blows it into a massive dumptruck-ish vehicle that's drive just beside it. The day prior, there are signs on the street telling cars not to park on the street so that the magic can happen. And magic it is! I'm so curious though to see where they take all of this snow. There must be mountains of it!

And seriously, after Part 3, the roads and sidewalks are so clean. I mean, sometimes there's layer of ice on the sidewalks but the temperature has fluctuated enough so that it's not completely treacherous. The streets are so clean. It's crazy cool.

...until the next snowfall.

Fashion...not first.

I can't believe it. I put function before fashion.
I don't really like hoods on coats. I like some of them, with those big fur trims (but it's got to be the right trim, I'm very particular) because it just looks so luxe.
The new winter coat that I bought this year came with a hood. I immediately took it off. But, about a month ago, I put the hood back on. And I pretty much put my hood up every day. It's horrific. Buuuuut, it's warm. I tried to look for a hat (as a hood alternative), but I couldn't find one that I liked (fashionable...and functional). So instead of dishing out some cash for a new (functional, not fashionable) hat, I resorted to attaching my (functional, not fashionable) hood back to my coat.
Sigh.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day...

It's a little crazy how stress manifests.
At the end of last week, I submitted something that I've been working on for the past little while. The thing that made me lock myself in my office (because I needed to bubble), skip meals (because I didn't feel like I had the time to walk down one flight of stairs to the microwave), consider taking a cab home (because it was 2am, and dark, and cold outside), and so much more. But I did it. I pushed myself, and I did it. I mean, who knows what will come of it, but I did it and it's a start.
And last weekend, another big project finished up. Something that again, I wasn't sure if I should take on. That pushed me to the brink. But it's done. And I was able to fly back before the flights started to get delayed and cancelled.
And when I went in to work on Monday morning, I was a different person.
It's crazy what stress does.
I took two days off this week. They were my "weekend" since I'm going to be away this weekend again and won't get time to rest. And it's done wonders. Having a day or two of rest a week is so important.
On my days off, I washed dishes. I went grocery shopping. I went to the mall. I walked outside and breathed.

This journey that I've been on this past little while has been more difficult than I had imagined. It's so cliche to say that I'm learning a lot about myself, but I am. I'm not sure how long it will take for me to adjust (personally and professionally) and sometimes I worry that I won't. I've been thinking a lot about what I want out of life, who I am, and what I value.

And life itself. Mortality. I'm coming to terms with the fact that as time goes on, well, people will not. And it'll be more and more prevalent. I feel like I know of more losses in the past little while than I have before. And I imagine they won't stop.

I've gotten a lot of advice from different people. Some of it has helped, and others have made me fret even more. I know I need to be patient, but on the other hand, I don't want to keep putting things of hold for another year, or three years, or five years. I'm ready to live. Now.

This seems like a somber post, and I apologize. This blog is interesting because it's an outlet. An outlet for random thoughts. An outlet to share my adventures. It's safe (which it probably isn't, because it's the internet). But it's been good at times to get things out. And by that, I mean out of me, not out for consumption. I know that there are a couple people who still read this blog from time to time, and although I think I started writing for others, I think it's benefited me even more. There's a post that I wrote a little while ago that I didn't end up posting. It's still saved, but I wasn't sure if I wanted it in the public domain. Is the act of writing cathartic enough? I'm not good at being vulnerable or showing, what I believe will be perceived as weakness. But I'm learning. I mean, some of these posts are my attempt to let go a little bit more, but it's still nice to keep the facade. The facade has its benefits.

Anyway, the point of this post is to say that I hope my roller coaster is back on an uphill climb. Last weekend, I bumped into a couple people I hadn't seen for awhile and it was great. It was nice to tell someone a little bit removed about how things are going. To get their take on things and for them to share similar experiences.

Today, I received some snail mail. And today, I went shopping - and bought things! And today, I watched Grey's Anatomy and reminisced on the first episode I watched - the one where there' s a bomb in someone's body and Meredith's got her hand on it and if she moves, it'll blow up. I remember sitting with a colleague and bunch of my students, crowded onto a bed in a hotel room in Tunisia, watching the show on a student's laptop. I remember laughing about how ridiculous the show was and my students and colleague shushing me because I was ruining the moment. It was a lovely memory from my lovely life.

The life that I continue to live. And today, I'm feeling good.

Sigh (redux)

I think I've cried more in the past four months than I have in the past four years. #GrowingPains

STM inspectors

Last night, the bus I was on was stopped by the STM inspectors. It was a little intimidating. We were on an accordion bus, and when we got to the stop, there was a pair at each door and everyone that got off was stopped and their tickets/passes checked. And then the pairs got on the bus. One of each pair guarded the door, and the other checked all of our tickets/passes.
No small talk or anything.
I was a little freaked out.
And then they got off the bus and we drove off.

Nice!

Montreal put up fences and hay bales in the park so that folks can toboggan without worry.

Sigh

Have you ever considered just sleeping at work? The thought crossed my mind. No one would even know. I need to rest.

It's been quite the adventure these past two weeks. Friday. I just need to make it to Friday.

I mean, I am enjoying everything, but it's tough. I'm learning a lot about myself and about what I do. I hope I am as least on the right track.

More tales in ice-land

Okay, so a colleague told me that a couple years ago, one of the roads adjacent to work was so icy that firetrucks couldn't drive up it. That's NOT good.

Whoa!

Remember how I talked about the ice yesterday and needing to figure out proper footwear?
Well it was super cold last night and this morning, so everything froze.
It was uber entertaining getting to work this morning. Maybe a little scary, but you've got to laugh at it, right?
I almost wiped out a couple of times and just ended up gliding down some hills. Going up the hill to work was a little less scary than I thought. I bet I'm going to eat my words one day, though.
I've realized that I have to build in extra time into my commute because I'm usually a speed walker and well, with ice you have to inch your way forward or just shuffle along. My mega strides and super fast steps won't work anymore.
So I continued to think about what would be the best footwear for this kind of terrain, and I'm not sure of the answer. And I was also thinking about accessories. I need to invest in a hat with this cold. And a backpack. I think it might be a little safer than a cross-body or shoulder bag. You know, to keep the hands free to maintain good balance.
Ha ha ha.

Here we go again

On the eve of a new semester...
To follow up from a previous post, I didn't end up going back in to work this week. It was probably good for me that I didn't, but I wonder if my productivity suffered at all. It doesn't really matter though because everything always gets done. It always works out. I did do some work from home but definitely at a more relaxed pace.
 I'm a little nervous to start back up at work again.
For the past two weeks, I've been following a non-work schedule and keeping some hours that I don't think will work out so well once things get going again. I'll have to force myself to go to bed at a certain hour tonight. And it's not just the hours that I'm worried about, it's the mindset. I find it hard to ramp back up into work pace after a break. I think that's part of the reason why I'm so hesitant to take a break - you know, for fear that it will take so long for me to get back into the swing of things that I'll really fall behind.
I wonder it's that a sign.
Does that mean that my typical work pace is actually not appropriate? Maybe other people's work pace to "break" pace ration is a little bit more balanced as compared to mine. Balance is something that I will need to figure out in the next little while.
Today, I headed outdoors to pick up some things from the grocery store. I was going to go yesterday, but when I looked outside, it looked pretty miserable and it was snowing. The weather report didn't look so good, so I thought I'd wait until today to do my errands. And today, well, the weather was different. Instead of snow, it was rain. Freezing rain. But it wasn't too cold, and it was nice to breathe some fresh air. The ground was slippery, icy, snowy, slushy, and everything in between. I had recently thought that maybe I would forgo buying new winter boots for this year. I thought that maybe I would take this year to suss out the situation and find out what my needs really were. I figured the footwear that I already have would hold me over for another year. Now I'm not entirely sure. My little Camper booties errr, well, the soles are wearing out. And they don't seem to be watertight. I'm not sure if the two issues are related and whether the boots weren't meant to be worn through puddles from the get go, but my feet were pretty wet by the end of my adventures for the day. And of course there's no tread on the soles so if the roads stay icy, that wouldn't be too good...especially when I have to climb those hills. Again, I was hoping to figure out my routines and needs for the year before investing in good boots. What to do?
 Getting out and about today was great. I final returned to St-Viateur Bagels. I like their rosemary bagels. In case you're wondering, these bagels don't exist at Fairmount Bagel. But Fairmount has chocolate chip, so...
There was a lot to look at on my walk. The streets were so pretty with all of the ice hanging off the the trees and the branches bending and straining with the weight. The trees have actually have been braced near the bottom of their trunks...at least I'm guessing that's what those planks surrounding the trees are for. Anyway, earlier today, I could hear branches from trees behind my house breaking. I had never heard something like that before. It was pretty crazy and slightly scary thinking about the peril. I also liked seeing the ice-encased vehicles lining the streets. There aren't a lot of garages in my neighbourhood, so when it snows, it's amusing to see the affects on the cars. It's easy to determine just how much snowfall there was, and while I feel bad as I watch the drivers try to dig their cars out I can't help but giggle as well. Especially after the snowplows basically create a wall of snow around the cars. Pauvre autos.
Anyway, the holidays are over. I think the next two months will be tough. Or at the very least, this month. I have a big deadline that I'm hoping to make at the end of the month and I'm sure I'll be working on it right up until the last moment. And I'll be doing a lot of traveling on the weekends too. I think it'll be every other weekend until the end of February. And that's me pulling back and not over committing. So yes, there will be stress and it will be exhausting, but as usual, I wouldn't change a thing. I'm doing what I love and that's that.