In true spirit of place style, and in keeping with my energy level today, instead of posting about my own boring life, I’m going to post the email I recieved from my grandparents about their vacation in Ireland/Northern Ireland.
Hello from the Emerald Isle:
So far we’ve had some rain every day but it wasn’t until we arrived at Newgrange that we had to open our umbrella – while we waited outside to enter the mound through the tunnel. After 4 great and interesting days in Dublin, we went to Newgrange which was fascinating – how could there be enough people living in the Boyne valley 5,000 years ago to build this huge mound and move all the required stone – apparently over two generations, mind you. We stayed in a very nice B&B in Blackrock south of Dundalk and on the coast. We had no real difficulty in driving to Carrickfergus – didn’t make any wrong turns! Dorothy was a nervous wreck and was exhausted when we arrived – she really drove the whole way. That night we took Viv, Noel, Isobel and Robin to a very nice restaurant at a golf course. Robin is the one who Dorothy used to play with when she was 5 before they left for Canada. Robin is a golfer and was Captain of his club and wore a sweater with the crest and both his name and “Past Captain” on it – very impressive! Today we are going to the Glens of Antrim with Irene and Des and tomorrow there is a family reunion at Noel and Vivienne’s. Dorothy has stood up very well to a lot of walking – paryticularly in Dublin. Both well and enjoying every minute of it. Finally had a few minutes to find a netcafe. Sorry we weren’t able to do this before although we’ve sent a number of cards. Give Vera a call and assume you can let Keith know we haven’t played any golf.
my presentation went wonderfully, and by three pm yesterday i was basking in the glow of no more deadlines for the next few weeks and starting to feel more adventurous. Fitting right in with my warm fuzzy mood was the women in science meeting, there are still few women in this field and meetings and seminars where we can connect are infinitely valuable. We traded stories, positive thoughts, and general encouragement and then went for dinner to eat lovely seafood and drink white wine overlooking the river as the sun set. I sat with women who`d been pioneers in our field, who had brought down the barriers so that I didn`t need to do so, and they formed a web of support for me and the other younger scientists just beginning our careers. I`m inspired and grateful.
quebec, the gaspe. There are whitecaps on the waves visible from the conference windows out on the St. Lawrence River today and i can even smell the slight tang of salty air and seaweed. I am both still in the Canada I know, and a million miles away from it. The small houses on the river are picturesque but no different than the houses of BC and a lifetime of reading cereal box french has put me in good stead for reading signs and menus and finding my way around. Yet no one here speaks english, and my spoken french vocabulaire is both shy and limited. When the cafeteria at breakfast this morning did not have a menu posted on the board for breakfast (the lunch menu was there and looked lovely) I had to buy a pre-made sandwich. The words for scrammbled eggs were buried too deep in my brain to dig up. Still, it is amazingly beautiful, the restaurants more european, the cigarette smoke everywhere. I wish I was here on vacation instead of a conference. Then my inability to communicate with the conference volunteers would not matter, and I could just sit in cute cafes and soak up a language half-forgotten. My presentation is in one hour, perhaps after I will be able to enjoy more of this wonderful place.
I am seriously not joking. I woke up yesterday morning in Seattle at the most amazing hotel I’ve ever seen, snuggled in beside the man I love. We stayed in the deluxe 1 room; the guy behind the desk was super sweet and gave us a huge discount since we got there so late and we were canadian (exchange rate woes). Then we spent yesterday looking around Seattle, Everett, Mount Vernon, and finally, Bellingham on our way home to Vancouver. I feel ten thousand times happier than two days ago –
I’m not ready for my spiffy new pencil to move off the front of my journal yet. You can continue to look at it for the rest of the weekend now. Lisa and I have some stuff planned for the weekend and I’m super excited about that. Cory was teasing me last night because it’ll be the first time we meet in person – that whole stereotypical guy seduces 13 year old girl over internet. However, I’m pretty sure Lisa’s not 13, and I’m not a guy so it’s all good.
I am going to Quebec (via a four day stopover in Toronto) for a conference in Rimouski (CMOS – cdn meteorlogical and oceanographic society annual congress). I’m excited to see how much french I can still speak, since I’ve moved out west my vocabulary has definately diminished and I wonder how quickly I’ll get it back again. It should be a great, I’m sharing an apartment at the university there with a couple girls from Victoria that I really like and a woman from the Canadian Ice Service (my preferred eventual employer once I finish up this here) is going to be there too and she’s fun to party with. I love conferences in Canada, they are not intimidating the same way as an international conference can be. I’m also really happy with the current state of my work, and I’m at a good point to go and get feedback from other researchers.
A fellow scientist and I have been having a discussion about one-track vs multi track minds.This is mine:
Current track list
Track 1: C
Track 2: friggan model thermal stuff not working
Track 3: conference coming up
Track 4: weekend plans
Track 5: coffee (also always on although at 2pm it switches to beer)
Track 6: why is my friggan model not working?
Here’s a selection of his (can’t post them all ’cause I didn’t ask him if I could):
1. mmm… ****** his girl’s name was here
2. mmm… coffee
3. mmm… chocolate-chip brownie
5. mmm… beer
6. hey it’s sunny… yay
8. hey cute blonde walking by my window
9. how can I procrastinate next?
10. work… ahh, it’ll sort itself out
11. hey, another cutie outside
12. mmm… ******
13. Hang on, where did coffee go?
16. 7 days til Star Wars
what are your tracks today?
and finally, all of your cats are cute okay?
when my boy goes to europe and brings me back an awesome pencil as a souvenir. As a child I used to collect blank journal books, take them off the shelf and feel their pages, and dream about the adventures I’d record in them. I had a cheap fountain pen from a drugstore stationary section and I would write for hours practicing making my letters on the page look as beautiful as I wanted the content to be. In fact, that’s my only problem with the growth of computers, I don’t have the control to minutely adjust the font to suit the particular tone of what I write.
I purchased my first good pen less than a year ago while we were on vacation in salzburg, austria. It’s the fountain pen version of this pencil, in sleek dark blue with a medium nib. Just writing with it made my words seem more authentic, more special, and a huge part of that was where I was and who I was with when I purchased it. The fact that cory has added to my set with the pencil is, for me, very romantic.
I’m not really a canucks fan. Sure I want the canucks to win, but in that last game when we lost to Detroit my heart didn’t jump through my throat and my tummy didn’t feel ill. The truth is, I grew up in toronto and my heart belongs to the leafs.
Last night I was sitting at home waiting for the third period to start and I called my dad. (Do not call my father while the game is actually on, he will not answer the phone). He was sitting watching the game with my mom, brother and his girlfriend Rochelle (guess I should edit the ‘us’ page and get her name up there since they just moved in together and she’s basically family). Anyways, he suggested that I get a glass of scotch to sip while watching the third period. Like the dutiful daughter I am, I poured out the last of the Glenmorangie (it was a small glass, don’t worry). Then the period started and Dad hung up…
I was sitting there in my apartment watching this game all by myself and starting to freak out a bit, especially when the islanders made it a one goal game. All of a sudden, I needed to talk to someone – so I called my grandparents who I knew would be watching the game on TV and have a phone by the TV and love me sooo much that I knew they’d stay on the line with me while the game finished up. Bompa got the phone and we kinda sat there in silence, then Nana took it as an excuse to leave the room and went on the phone in the kitchen where she could kind of see the game on the TV and could get our commentary too. She’s got angina and she worries that when the games get too intense it could bring on a bad angina attack so I don’t think she minds stepping away from it a bit. We spent the last few minutes of the game agonizing together until the Leafs got that empty net goal in the last 30 seconds and sealed the win- then I got off the phone. The thing is, no matter how much I cheer for the Canucks, I will never have that same depth of feeling that I have for the Leafs. I will never have that connection that I had last night where my whole family is all watching the same team and caring so much about the results. for us the Leafs really are a family loyalty, and I’ll be watching against Ottawa in the next round.