The personal part of my blog is going on an indefinite hiatus.
I have started so many blog posts on this topic and how it has made me feel. I have written abbreviated tell-alls. I have written about the fissure in my heart. I have written to defend myself. I have written about how I am moving on and moving on up.
“Oh: you work at UVic? What do you do up there?”
I am a web developer in the ETCL (Electronic Textual Cultures Lab). The lab does digital humanities work. When I say that, what follows is a 10 minute explanation as to what “textual cultures” is. My digital humanities work is all about data and how to present it in a clear useful manner.
Welcome to my weird village.
I had a procedure last weekend. It was part of a bigger deal, so I thought I would share the whys of it.
Victoria is home to droves of smug cyclists. If you can't beat them, join them. I bought a bike. Today, a rusted bike trailer sits on my front lawn.
There is this mediocre but well regarded bakery in town. They don’t subscribe to the “take a number system.” Friends get served first. I once tried to get dinner rolls. They snapped back, “we don’t do special orders.” White dinner rolls are “special orders.” When you look at their menu, they have all of these elaborate baked goods. They don’t have rolls. They don’t have French bread. Why? Because they would fail the French Bread Test.
Here are some lessons from 2014. Some are cryptic. Some are good business advice. Some are “inside jokes.” Some are earnest lessons.
The darkest feeling I could ever experience is standing in front of someone and watching them drown. A part of my soul goes with them.
Our north pole of “good times” doesn’t have to have a south pole of sadness. There’s no physical necessity in play to force sadness to exist to counter balance happiness. We can have an emotional monopole.