Monday, March 09, 2015
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!
Saturday, March 07, 2015
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.
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.
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!
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!
Friday, March 06, 2015
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.
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.
Monday, March 02, 2015
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