Thursday, June 26, 2014
Monday, June 23, 2014
Yesterday morning, the air was crisp and the only wind was generated from my own forward motion. For the most part, the morning was clear and almost too bright as the sun rose above the treeline. The only haze or mist gathered above the eastern horizon. Few people are out on the trails on a Sunday morning, and even better, fewer people are out on the roads (side note: if you are practicing driving and want empty streets, Sunday morning is prime time!) meaning that I had a smooth ride.
Some days, when I get on my bike, I feel like I could go forever. Honestly, yesterday was almost one of those days. I originally planned to bike down to the lake and then run a bit along the trail, but as I flew over pavement, I found I just wanted to keep going--I just wanted to push further and faster than I'd gone before. I would love to go on a cycling trip. My dad has many stories from when he was in his early-to-mid-twenties of his own bike trips. For instance, he and a friend from university went from Waterloo University to the Maritimes in a 21 day trip (eating mainly peanut butter and honey sandwiches as I'm told). To me, that sounds like a lot of fun. Sure, it would be a lot of hard work, too, but I think there is something to be said about going somewhere with your own strength. Nowadays, almost anyone can hop in a car and drive somewhere, but to cycle it?
Unfortunately, at this point in my life, I'm not in a place where I can go on a bicycle adventure. (1) I don't have the time--I work a contracted job and can't have a couple weeks off to cycle somewhere. (2) I don't have the necessary supplies--namely, my bike is not built for hardcore riding and I would need a different one along with the necessary bike bags and camping equipment that would fit on a bike. I would also need to learn how to better service a bike as anything can happen in the middle of nowhere. (3) I'd need a bicycling buddy. As much as I want to go on a trip like this, I don't want to go alone. I can't think of any of my friends wanting to take part in such an adventure though. None of them are big cyclists or campers, let alone both.
So, at this point, I can't see a bike adventure happening in my near future. I hope for someday. Until then, I will go where and when I can. Ever aiming to go the greater distance--that little bit farther into the unknown.
Monday, June 16, 2014
|Many blossoms in full bloom.|
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
I am not a fan of hashtags. At least, I am not a fan of misused hashtags. How are they misused? I am more than willing to vent.
The purpose of the hashtag is to help categorize things by theme. By adding the # symbol before a word, it becomes "clickable" and serves as a way to find other posts that contain like content. If you are on any social media, this shouldn't be new for you, but if it is, here is an example. By incorporating #OntarioElection into a post (our election is tomorrow after all), people reading would be able to click on the tag and find other posts that also talk about the election. In this way, the hashtag serves a useful function by helping people find certain information.
However, culture has taken the hashtag and have distorted it. Urban dictionary has a couple of amusing definitions:
A hashtag is a stupid thing people put in front of random words for no reason. It is just the pound sign you can find it on social networks like Facebook or Twitter. It is just another 21st century made up thing.And:
[A hashtag is] The battlecry to hipsters.People have started to add a number of tags that either make no sense. A status/statement doesn't need a paragraph of tags: Went for a walk today! #sky #birds #trees #park #kidsplaying #soccer #air #walking #walk #nature #beautiful. This is just excessive. To be a good, a tag should stand out and should not be lost among a sea of others. It's purpose is to highlight the nugget of gold--the key point.
My other peeve is when people use hashtags it in contexts that don't make sense. In other words in a text (you can't click on it to find like messages in a text. That's ridiculous. If you are using hashtags in a text you are just being foolish), or in real live conversations. Maybe you know people who do this:
Person A: What did you do this weekend?
Person B: Went up to visit my grandparents and cousins. Hashtag family reunion! There was so much food and it was delicious. Hashtag yum!
I look at that an cringe. I don't understand the purpose of using a hashtag in conversation. It just doesn't make sense and like in a text, it just seems foolish.
Maybe this is a bit excessive and maybe you find my opinion extreme (you probably do if you're one of these hashtag misusers), but what's the point of creating things with specific functions if we ignore these functions?
Monday, June 09, 2014
|Image via Google|
I really liked the way Williams reshaped the classical fantasy elements into something I hadn't seen before. There were dragons, knights, princesses, running for their lives, disguises, deceit, magic... And many more other things/creatures. Williams introduces us to different immortal creatures, the two more important "groups" being the Sithi and then the Norns. In the beginning, I was thinking of them sort of like elves, but they really stand alone as their own species. In comparison to the mortals their way of life is drastically different. Through the interactions between the mortals and the Sithi, you can grasp the mortals confusion concerning this ancient race. They often feel out of place and uncomfortable around them and Williams conveys that well.
Wednesday, June 04, 2014
Some would say that today marks a milestone. Convocation; graduation from university. All of the time, the work, the. stress and (maybe most of all) money that I've poured out over the last four years lead to this day--to one slip of paper.
Today I received my diploma for my Bachelor of Arts with Honours in Psychology. I arrived the designated hour and a half early to the festivities to don my robe (thankful that it was heavy enough to keep my dress from blowing up) and then proceded to wait in a large tent with the other graduates in my convocation slot. The wind was strong today, every gust wrecking hairdos like a tornado destroying houses. As one, we girls would turn into the wind, hoping to salvage whatever we could.
At last, it was time. They lined us up and we made our way to the stage. The ceremony was short and sweet, always nice and greatly appreciated. I look back to my high school graduation with a shudder (3 hours is way too long!). We took some pictures, ate some food and then were done. I returned my gown, collected my diploma and that was that.
All in all a lovely day. I'm really happy to have accomplished my undergrad. In all honesty, it seems a little surreal and a part of me feels like I should be going back to Trent in the fall. And yet this stage of my life has come to a close.
Some would say that today marks a milestone...