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reunited with my books and hats and pictures

So the really fragile piece of art Lynette did for me with my Chinese miner postcards got damaged in the move. It was kind of inevitable really. All that plaster, and only bubble-wrap as protection. It’s one of these things that got damaged taking it to Westgate from my old apartment, so I kind of expected bad things to happen crossing half the country. Three chunks came off, and two of them are findable. I might be able to do some restoration work on it and get it displayable. I have plaster and paint and glue. Or I might do something with the wounds themselves. I’m not sure.

I’ve had a good weekend. I’m pretty much caught up on school so I can go to Winnipeg for Sean’s wedding this weekend without having to bring too much work along with me. I skyped with Holly. I read a book. I went to Word on the Street. I wrote a letter. I made a blog for our SLAIS student chapter of Librarians Without Borders. I drank beers and toured Special Libraries (not in that order).

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rituals and the myth of choice

I’ve been getting fancy mail in the past couple of days. A classy wedding invitation, pictures from a wedding I couldn’t make it to, and a letter saying I’ll be getting a bunch of money in the next few months. That last one wasn’t very fancy. And it’s money that used to be mine anyway, but will still be nice to receive.

If I ever get married I hope that I’ll be able to say something like “We were married on ‘the day the drought broke.’” I like that a lot. It has a small society feel to it. That you could say that and it would provoke knowing nods among the right people. That’s the kind of thing you want your rituals to do.

I’m really looking forward to the Chicago road trip we’re doing this summer. We’re going to bring baseball gloves and hang out in a park somewhere and throw a ball around the way Sean and Reyn and I did the other day, and it will be a good time. Though I’m bringing my ball glove to Chicago, I’m sending it home with the driving folk, as that’d take up too much space in my bag to take to China and back. Holly doesn’t like baseball and it will be too hot there to do anything but possibly breathe. My passport should be returning to me tomorrow, Chinese visa in hand, making that trip possible.

I just finished Still Life with Woodpecker (review here) and one of the things I appreciate about that book is the celebration of choice. I’ll be registering for school soon and the whole doing something new feels really natural to me, like I’m not getting stuck in some life where I don’t have anything to choose between, that I’m keeping from having to make difficult choices. When I hear someone say “That was fun, now back to real life” I realize how much I don’t want to say that, at least not in the sense of real life being the boring routine you break from every once in a while. School isn’t going to be nonstop excitement. It may even be nonstart excitement, but I decided to go and try this out, and I will learn new things. That sits well with me. I’m no outlaw with a stick of dynamite, but I would prefer to be somewhere nearby curious about how it works.

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fuck you 2009, i piss on your rotting corpse

The past few months have had really long days because of my frequent talking to people in places where it’s already tomorrow. I wake up and talk to Holly where she’s already had the day I just woke up to, then if we talk when I get home she’s home for lunch the next day. Keeps me falling forward in time. It’s 2010 in China.

I fucking hated the fuck out of 2009. This was the year my condo ate my life. The decision to buy was in 2008, but the badness was all this year. All the arguments and irresponsibility and hassle. The lack of sleep because of worry. The resignation to the fact that I made a really bad decision and have basically wiped out all the money left to me by all my dead relatives. Awesome. If you want to buy it, I’ll take offers way below the current asking price. Please. Let me out of here.

The best parts of 2009 predictably happened when I was far from the condo. I visited Caroline & Co (even though it was too early for Paisley to actually remember), went to Los Angeles, and of course enjoyed the hell out of my time in China (which it seems I never did write about extensively here).

I didn’t work anywhere and nothing of any interest happened at the places I didn’t work (oh right, I work in a cheese factory – forgot there for a minute) so “work life” falls neither in the good nor heart-shittingly bad parts of the year. The cheese factory did fund my escapes from the (utterly privileged) hell of thinking about the condo though.

My plans for 2010 are to feel way less responsible for this fucking condo bullshit. Also: Write something. Go to school. Watch some baseball. See friends get married.

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book review: a storm of swords

You’ll be pleased to know I’ll soon be done with this series, as A Storm of Swords is book three of four that exist so far in George R.R. Martin’s Song of Ice and Fire series. And things continued apace with war and the politics of kings. This book saw a bit more magic showing up and weddings that went really badly. Martin has no compunction against fucking up best-laid plans. It’s gotten to the point where I hate to read any characters coming up with a plan because you know that nothing good will come of it. Not because the plans are bad but because other people are already making plans. There’s also more religion showing up, and good things happened to a couple of characters, which means I’m kind of scared to read the next book.

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now for the hardest part

And I’m back. Not that I went anywhere. But Scott and Emily were here and it seemed impolite to run off and scribble on the Internet while they sat around waiting for their amusement maws to be filled. (I kid. They were wonderful undemanding houseguests.) We ate at all the best places to eat, drank some beers, watched some hockey (five fights in the game, most I’d ever seen) and walked all over the place.

Also, Christmas happened, so jiaozi were consumed and Sopranos were watched. I received great presents including a signed Terry Pratchett book, a sweet camera and flash, a Mariners hat, a Camby shirt, zombie comics and more.

Reyn got married unexpectedly which was kind of weird. Good though, since now if I go to Egypt I don’t have to feel bad about missing the ceremony as it will be a sham. Waiting to hear back from MCC is going to occupy the rest of my month. That and the writing (which felt so good today after a week and a half off; maybe I should be doing this after all). Oh, and the visa for China; I kind of need that.

Tonight I hope I dream about the wind howling outside my window. The wind that’s bringing the warm air.

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