Tag Archives: giants

time and work

Yesterday I watched a documentary about the Chinese artist/dissident Ai Weiwei. The scenes where he was in Chengdu made me miss China. Not that I was especially happy when I was living in China, but visiting China after my term was done? I loved it.

Maybe I just miss being on vacation. I know from Australia that working five days a week wears me down. After easter I was joking with some of my coworkers about how I could get used to that 3-day work week/4-day weekend cycle. But it wasn’t a joke exactly. I totally wish my job was a (predictable) part time one. Especially here in Campbell River where I do not need to be working as much as I do to pay my rent (as opposed to Vancouver or Sydney).

I mean, I like making enough money I don’t have to put off buying groceries till my paycheque comes in. I don’t want to make less per hour, just work less. Socking money away in a bank account is something I’ll appreciate eventually (when Aileen and I hit the trans-siberian for example), but for now it’s not exactly providing a huge amount of pleasure for me the way lazy long weekends do.

But I have vacation time coming, and I’m taking it in San Francisco. The Jays are playing two games against the Giants the first week of June and I’ll be there. I bought tickets yesterday and had to fight very hard to not spend hundreds of dollars on each one.

I got one seat behind the plate-ish along the home-3rd base line (which is my favourite place to watch a ballgame from even if it is thirty rows further up from where I’d get them at a Goldeyes game), and the other by the Giants bullpen lined up along the 2nd-3rd basepath. I’m hoping Lawrie’s back with the big club and isn’t injured so I can watch him do his thing fairly closely. It’s too bad about Reyes’ ankle injury.

Sometimes I think about my time here in Campbell River being something like my time in Wanzhou. When I do that it feels more manageable. I mean, I couldn’t possibly go to San Francisco for a week or Vancouver for a weekend from Wanzhou. And I made it through those years all right. But I worked a lot less as a mediocre teacher.

Sigh.

That’s my infrequent update on what is happening in my non-reading life. (For my reading life, as always check Librarianaut)

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

relaxing thoughts of baseball

I’ve been getting settled in Campbell River the last week. It seems pretty good so far. I love the view from my apartment even when it’s cloudy. I’ve talked more with my neighbour in the last five days than I have with any neighbour I’ve ever had before.
morning
My internet is installed and I’m glad to have it as the MLB postseason looms. This year I won’t have to watch playoff games the day after to fit in with my sleep schedule. Though I guess being out in Pacific Time means most games’ll start when I’m at work. That’s too bad. I guess the Giants games’ll be at a more suitable time, and those are the ones I have a more vested interest in. It’s only been a few years since I adopted the Giants as my NL team, and I’m very obviously not a lifelong fan as I’m kind of cheering for the Dodgers to get into the postseason too. I like the sparks that would fly if they met for the NLCS. I really want an all black and orange World Series.

Last night I met a bunch of the library community at the retirement party for my predecessor and it was pretty fun. I was introduced to a storytime puppet and there was food I could eat, and we talked about how you can date novels by the technology inside. Library people are people I can get along with. The assorted librarians’ husbands were also very welcoming. One guy makes really detailed sculptures of fish!

And tomorrow I start work. Which is weird. But I’ll be at an information desk, which is where I do well so it should be fine. I’m sure there’ll be a few “Ack! It’s my first Baby Time!” posts as the month progresses. And Halloween. Oh man, I’ve got to figure out a costume.

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

suddenly everything happens at once

I’ve had a pretty lowkey couple of months since my winter term ended. Plugging away at the IFLA project and doing my Children’s Publishing course. But now this week everything decided to start happening all at once. I had an interview yesterday for a Professional Experience course doing techy stuff with a Teen Summer Reading Program. The interview went well and I was hired, so instead of having one more course to finish, I’m doing that instead. I also got hired (for pay not course credit) to work on producing videos for SLAIS over the summer. And next week I’m going to Ontario for ten days to interview IFLA-connected librarians (again for course credit, but the trip is paid for not by me).

All of this busyness while I’m applying for post-school jobs. And that came around to bite me today. I applied for a job in Kelowna which would have been pretty sweet, and they called me to bring me in for an interview, but the interview time was Monday, when I’ll be in Ottawa. So I had to turn them down and hope that they have a bunch of terrible applicants so they have to go to a second round of interviews once I return. It’s nice to get offered an interview, and it sucks to not be able to go do it. I get this notion that this was my only chance and now it’s gone and I’ll never work again, which is patently untrue, but still.

I also got to watch the last third of a perfect baseball game tonight. Matt Cain is a pretty awesome pitcher.

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

eating crappy chocolate

I’ve been casually working along this weekend. Not finishing anything but making sure I don’t have anything that hasn’t been looked at. Right now my weirdest assignment (a web presentation) is staying weird because of my topic. It’s not going to be very academic I don’t think, even though it’s referring to a lot of sort-of academic work. The problem is that it’s a static webpage presentation, which isn’t how anyone would present this kind of information these days. It reminds me of the project we did for Benedetti’s New Media class years ago.

I’ve really been loving this baseball postseason. The Giants are such a scrapheap team with great pitching. The Rangers are this anonymous team plus Cliff Lee. It’s just a good story all around. Supposedly it’s been terrible for the TV ratings, but fuck TV ratings. I just like baseball. And this has been way better than just seeing the Yankees and Phillies again (sorry Doc).

I feel a little bad about cheering for the Giants since I don’t have a problem with the Dodgers either. I cheer for them against most teams. My best-broken-in baseball hat is my Dodgers cap. And it’s supposed to be a Red Sox vs. Yankees style rivalry that I’m playing both sides of here. Whatever. I told my mom who was playing in the World Series and she immediately said she was cheering for San Francisco. She’s more a fan of the city than of the team.

Thirty-three days till 中国. And the cold wet uninsulated 四川 winter. And Holly. And being very happy.

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

it’s hard to be invisible sometimes

At Canzine West yesterday, I was quietly sitting in the audience for a reading. The first reader was Anna Swanson, a poet, reading some poems in that cadence that spoken word poets have. It seems easy to parody, but it fit with the things she was reading. She talked about being a fire watcher and how in that job you earn your money by remaining sane while being alone in a fire tower for long periods of time. I really liked her poem “When Women Were Clouds.”

Amber Dawn decided not to just read from her novel, Sub-Rosa, because it sounded too much like she was in space, so instead she brought the microphone out to the audience to ask people why they deserved to call themselves an artist, and what they hoped to get out of being there that day. Sadly for me, I was the first person she came to. I don’t do well with that kind of thing at the best of times. Being put on the spot to say something about something I struggle with anyway (go on, ask me the last time I wrote any fiction; I’ll collapse into a puddle of self-loathing) wasn’t very much fun. I told her I didn’t deserve to call myself an artist and asked her why she was doing this to me. It was probably funny for the others sitting there but also painful and sad. Now, of course, I have an answer but it’s too late. When she was done she thanked everyone for playing along, conveniently overlooking my terrible performance in her game.

Other than that, I had a good time. And then watched a Phillies-Giants game (that wasn’t the pitchers’ duel we’d hoped for but was still damned fine baseball), before heading down to Marlis’ photo exhibition from the 12×12 photo marathon. Holly’s pointed out that it seems like I have quite the social life here, even when I’m ostensibly getting schoolwork done.

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

hours of consciousness haven’t killed me yet

Tonight, after getting up at 6 this morning, having 6 hours of class and a meeting and biking a pile of kilometres, I’ve given up on schoolwork and am listening to baseball instead. Tuesdays are kind of tiring.

It was kind of frustrating to my schedule that in class today we were given an assignment due next Tuesday that won’t be graded but needs to be done, and requires printed stuff. Frustrating because I’d worked ahead to have everything ready to go for the other stuff due next week, since I’ll be in Winnipeg on the weekend. But as it stands now, I’ll have to do some work on Sunday. And come to school on Monday to print it out. Bah.

And you may remember how I was doing some volunteer work (cutting and pasting html code). The people I was doing that for decided to make up for their lack of organization that meant I couldn’t upload my files, they’d give me a new batch of files to do that would be due in four days. Which is bullshit, as I did the stuff way in advance and it took a long time. As the problems were not my fault and I’m not getting paid for my time there, I’m not going to worry about it.

So those are my gripes. They aren’t overwhelming. Baseball (and the hope I might see Halladay and Lincecum meet in the playoffs) is good. And soon I’ll be chatting with Holly, so my (very long) day will be made more than good indeed.

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

took myself out

Yesterday I went to a Vancouver Canadians game, because I like baseball and their season is almost over (although they did clinch their playoff berth last night, so I might have a few more chances). I’m trying to do things to feel like I live here, not just go to school here. I don’t have the excuse of Vancouver being too small for cool stuff, like I did in fakeLondon. So baseball.

It was very reminiscent of a Goldeyes game in that it’s in a little ballpark and the game had more errors than you’d really like to see. I sprung for a good seat so I had a season-ticket holder next to me to ask all my questions of. She was in her fifties, I’d say, and good at modifying my expectations and just chatting baseball with. Not super hardcore, but she was keeping score, and knew who had a decent OBP even if it wasn’t shown on the scoreboard.

One of the cool things is that the Canadians are the Single A affiliate of the Oakland Athletics, so on the scoreboard their draft position is noted. A bunch of the team had been drafted this year in like the 6th-10th rounds. The idea that it’s possible we might see someone from this team in The Show does add a bit of something, even if it lacks the pure heart of Northern League ballplayers who will never get anywhere and just playing for the love of the game. The opponents in this game were the Salem-Keizer Volcanoes, who are apparently San Francisco Giants affiliates because their batting helmets had the orange and black Giants’ logo on them. Even though their colours were red and black. The Canadians had the green and yellow patches from the A’s on their red & white jerseys, and a couple of guys on the bench were wearing Athletics warmup jackets. The colour clashes are the price you pay for being on the path to the bigs I guess.

The ballpark itself is actually old, and the concessions weren’t as varied as you get in Winnipeg. And the shop was sold out of fitted caps sized smaller than gargantuan. But it was baseball! And after a rough top of the first for the Canadians’ pitcher it turned into a good game. There were homers and hard-hit balls and pickoff plays that worked, one base-stealer getting gunned down going for second, errors and a closer doing his job really well. A good night at the ballpark.

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

i miss baseball

Not that I get to watch baseball on TV or anything, but I miss it. I miss keeping track of players and the storylines and all that. It’s like a soap opera (Sean would say mythology because that’s what Americans make out of their sports) that isn’t dependent on writers. Even just this offseason stuff, there’s a lot of neat things happening. I can’t wait for Tim Lincecum’s arbitration hearing when San Francisco tries to say “This kid? He’s not worth that much!” I’m looking forward to the heartbreak that the Mariners’ fantastic offseason has the potential to produce when the season begins and nothing goes as well as it might have. There’s just so much potential waiting to be ground down into dust and torn labrums. I look forward to April and beyond.

The Olympics? Sure, fine I guess there’ll be storylines and stuff, but it’s hard to get excited about these people you see once every four years for a few weeks. Baseball is a grind. A grind of millionaires yes, but a grind.

And man oh man, do I ever want this shirt.

Thus concludes my brief digression into sport. (See? Not a book review!)

Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,
Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 309 other followers