8.24.2004
Nothing lasts forever.
Zelda's summer camp has permanently moved here.
Thanks for the support.
ZeldaP
Zelda's summer camp has permanently moved here.
Thanks for the support.
ZeldaP
6.28.2004
FOR THE LOVE OF PURVIS GO OUT AND VOTE TODAY. And try your best not to vote for a walking human rights violation.
Hey.
It has been exactly 54 weeks since I moved here from the older, greener blog. In the interim, I have experimented with LiveJournal. It was as I thought it would be: full of a bunch of whiners and about 3 cool people (Jeremy, and two other people that I found by fluke). I find the concept of an "online community" daunting and pre-fabricated. My favourites are the "rating communities". They crack me up. Specifically, their function to exist as a forum for pissing on people who have different points of view from the majority cracks me up. Is anyone really suffering from that large a gap in their daily reservoir of hate that they need to set time aside to hate online? I don't think it is possible.
(Daily reservoir of hate. I like that. I wonder what comes up if I google it.... interesting. "reservoir of hate" is from a Pearl Jam lyric on their 2002 release, Riot Act. But daily.... nothing that I can find. Sweet. It can be my homage de Vedder.)
Regardless, I am pretty sure my inherent worth as a human is not directly linked to the quantity of people on my "friends list". That said, the quality of mine far surpasses any other.
If you feel like rocking on over to my Live Journal, drop me a she-mail. 1 s m h 2 AT q l i n k DOT q u e e n s u DOT c a. Anything to make Queen's email that tad bit slower is fine by me. Especially since their alumni people seem to be stalking me and need to be slowed down. Would I get in trouble if I told them I died? Or would they just keep on sending me shite. Same goes for the U of C. Please fuck off.
Yeah, I'm moving this week. Phone call just went in to see if we can't get the ball rolling as early as this evening. That would be swell. Then we can sake it to each other on the weekend. Mmmmm.... sake. The purrfect housewarming gift, balancing a Japanese theme and booze. Who could ask for anything more? (Maybe for it to come with some money.)
Looks like Quon has taken the option to not contact me anymore (either that or he didn't get any of the correspondence I sent him). I think it is for the best. This does not mean that I don't care about him and his wellbeing anymore (because I probably always will), it just means that we have set each other free. I wish him every happiness in the world. And I hope he knows he deserves them. Even when times get tough. Just like I told him he does. About 50 million times. But nobody walks out on this lady and gets away with it. Ironic that the person who kept telling me to set boundaries is affected by this, don't you think? You bet.
You thought that you were the bomb, yes, well so did I.
"Did" being the operative word.
ZeldaP
Hey.
It has been exactly 54 weeks since I moved here from the older, greener blog. In the interim, I have experimented with LiveJournal. It was as I thought it would be: full of a bunch of whiners and about 3 cool people (Jeremy, and two other people that I found by fluke). I find the concept of an "online community" daunting and pre-fabricated. My favourites are the "rating communities". They crack me up. Specifically, their function to exist as a forum for pissing on people who have different points of view from the majority cracks me up. Is anyone really suffering from that large a gap in their daily reservoir of hate that they need to set time aside to hate online? I don't think it is possible.
(Daily reservoir of hate. I like that. I wonder what comes up if I google it.... interesting. "reservoir of hate" is from a Pearl Jam lyric on their 2002 release, Riot Act. But daily.... nothing that I can find. Sweet. It can be my homage de Vedder.)
Regardless, I am pretty sure my inherent worth as a human is not directly linked to the quantity of people on my "friends list". That said, the quality of mine far surpasses any other.
If you feel like rocking on over to my Live Journal, drop me a she-mail. 1 s m h 2 AT q l i n k DOT q u e e n s u DOT c a. Anything to make Queen's email that tad bit slower is fine by me. Especially since their alumni people seem to be stalking me and need to be slowed down. Would I get in trouble if I told them I died? Or would they just keep on sending me shite. Same goes for the U of C. Please fuck off.
Yeah, I'm moving this week. Phone call just went in to see if we can't get the ball rolling as early as this evening. That would be swell. Then we can sake it to each other on the weekend. Mmmmm.... sake. The purrfect housewarming gift, balancing a Japanese theme and booze. Who could ask for anything more? (Maybe for it to come with some money.)
Looks like Quon has taken the option to not contact me anymore (either that or he didn't get any of the correspondence I sent him). I think it is for the best. This does not mean that I don't care about him and his wellbeing anymore (because I probably always will), it just means that we have set each other free. I wish him every happiness in the world. And I hope he knows he deserves them. Even when times get tough. Just like I told him he does. About 50 million times. But nobody walks out on this lady and gets away with it. Ironic that the person who kept telling me to set boundaries is affected by this, don't you think? You bet.
You thought that you were the bomb, yes, well so did I.
"Did" being the operative word.
ZeldaP
5.30.2004
I'm cross-posting. Dig it.
I'm trying to figure out a way to rekindle a relationship that is on the way out in its current form. I'm still pondering ways to start it up again, after it suffered a bit of a trauma. I have no fucking clue how to do this. To keep this thing going I think I need to lay down some boundaries, but it would break my heart to limit the person in question. I'm just not sure we can connect in the future without these limits in place. I'm still considering options.
Meant to connect via the telephone with Jeremy this weekend. Damn time difference.
Many connections will happen this week. It's looking good.
Regardless of my own dissatisfaction with marriage, I have agreed to be a bridesmaid to my oldest friend in the world. Supporting her decision feels really good for me. And I don't think she is going to make me wear seafoam tulle, so that is nice.
All thoughts are welcome.
ZeldaP
I'm trying to figure out a way to rekindle a relationship that is on the way out in its current form. I'm still pondering ways to start it up again, after it suffered a bit of a trauma. I have no fucking clue how to do this. To keep this thing going I think I need to lay down some boundaries, but it would break my heart to limit the person in question. I'm just not sure we can connect in the future without these limits in place. I'm still considering options.
Meant to connect via the telephone with Jeremy this weekend. Damn time difference.
Many connections will happen this week. It's looking good.
Regardless of my own dissatisfaction with marriage, I have agreed to be a bridesmaid to my oldest friend in the world. Supporting her decision feels really good for me. And I don't think she is going to make me wear seafoam tulle, so that is nice.
All thoughts are welcome.
ZeldaP
5.27.2004
Irony...
Just checking out a random selection of previous blog-posts, and I came across this lovely selection from July 27, 2003:
"The thing of it is this: in this world, there are two types of people. The first type receives the wonderful things in life as gifts, and then says thank you. The second type takes what they want because they believe they are owed. And when they don't get what they want, they get mad. What makes people take things for granted? I do not know."
I do my best to be the first type, and I do my best to surround myself with the same type of people. Over the last few months I have lost some naivete and realized that I am seriously outnumbered. But hey, in order to live life I have chosen to be open and risk getting hurt. I am in some pain and feeling some loss, but I know I have another learning experience to integrate into my existence. I paraphrase Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Happiness is a dog lying on a rock in the sun. We are not here to be happy. We are here to experience wonderful things. I offered the olive branch and realized I am better off regardless. This is a lesson I am thankful for. Thank you, to whomever it may concern, for the things I have. I treasure the good. And do my best to searate it from the bad. (My potential apologies to Coleridge, as I am not sure of the entire context of the quote, and I am unable to track it down. All suggestions are welcome.)
Stompin' Tom in full effect at the folk-fest this year. Good times.
ZeldaP
Just checking out a random selection of previous blog-posts, and I came across this lovely selection from July 27, 2003:
"The thing of it is this: in this world, there are two types of people. The first type receives the wonderful things in life as gifts, and then says thank you. The second type takes what they want because they believe they are owed. And when they don't get what they want, they get mad. What makes people take things for granted? I do not know."
I do my best to be the first type, and I do my best to surround myself with the same type of people. Over the last few months I have lost some naivete and realized that I am seriously outnumbered. But hey, in order to live life I have chosen to be open and risk getting hurt. I am in some pain and feeling some loss, but I know I have another learning experience to integrate into my existence. I paraphrase Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Happiness is a dog lying on a rock in the sun. We are not here to be happy. We are here to experience wonderful things. I offered the olive branch and realized I am better off regardless. This is a lesson I am thankful for. Thank you, to whomever it may concern, for the things I have. I treasure the good. And do my best to searate it from the bad. (My potential apologies to Coleridge, as I am not sure of the entire context of the quote, and I am unable to track it down. All suggestions are welcome.)
Stompin' Tom in full effect at the folk-fest this year. Good times.
ZeldaP
5.25.2004
Goddamn right, it's a beautiful day.
Facets of the beautiful day, in no particular order:
-finished the book. And what a book. It feels brilliant to be immersed in the world of words again. Review to follow once I have digested it.
-viewed some photos (just developed) that had been completely forgotten. Nice one. I don't care who you are or where you are from, you should just go to Zion. Go. Just go. You'll thank me later.
-Mike's guppies had more babies! He is literally running a baby factory. But he is the best dad to those precious little ones. Warms the cockles of me 'eart, it does.
-caught up with Jeremy. Such a beautiful soul, that one. We even did the "are you like my mother?" spotcheck, and he came through with flying colours. Too refreshing.
-I'm going on a picnic tomorrow with the fabulous genius, Ms. Megan. Must I mention again that I love my wonderful peeps? I think I just did. Now only to think of an amazing location for the picnic itself. To the hills, I say, to the hills!
-nobody asked me what my plans for tonight's hockey game were! Nice one! (I was reading the aforementioned book, if you must know)
-I am so glad I have kept the new blog address under wraps thus far. All the better to keep it from the prying eyes of petty tyrants. Nothing worse than having the spite of said tyrants wreaked upon my thoughts and words. This page will soon exist as my travelling links page for when I am again travelling the globe and want access to my favourite sites for that quick and familiar taste of home (whatever that means).
Take good care, have a nice life, try therapy, take ownership.
ZeldaP
Facets of the beautiful day, in no particular order:
-finished the book. And what a book. It feels brilliant to be immersed in the world of words again. Review to follow once I have digested it.
-viewed some photos (just developed) that had been completely forgotten. Nice one. I don't care who you are or where you are from, you should just go to Zion. Go. Just go. You'll thank me later.
-Mike's guppies had more babies! He is literally running a baby factory. But he is the best dad to those precious little ones. Warms the cockles of me 'eart, it does.
-caught up with Jeremy. Such a beautiful soul, that one. We even did the "are you like my mother?" spotcheck, and he came through with flying colours. Too refreshing.
-I'm going on a picnic tomorrow with the fabulous genius, Ms. Megan. Must I mention again that I love my wonderful peeps? I think I just did. Now only to think of an amazing location for the picnic itself. To the hills, I say, to the hills!
-nobody asked me what my plans for tonight's hockey game were! Nice one! (I was reading the aforementioned book, if you must know)
-I am so glad I have kept the new blog address under wraps thus far. All the better to keep it from the prying eyes of petty tyrants. Nothing worse than having the spite of said tyrants wreaked upon my thoughts and words. This page will soon exist as my travelling links page for when I am again travelling the globe and want access to my favourite sites for that quick and familiar taste of home (whatever that means).
Take good care, have a nice life, try therapy, take ownership.
ZeldaP
Whirl-a-girl...
So, I have personal rules about things. Lots of people know this. It explains my inability to deal with anything to do with "Nick and Jessica" (ask me about that rule, if you are so inclined to read through an explanation. Another rule is not to read books with dumb titles, because I love titles and think they are important. For this reason, I held off on Fall on Your Knees by Anne-Marie MacDonald. Sorry folks, it sounds like a book about blow jobs in the vestry. However, I received a copy (autographed, thank you very much) of The Way the Crow Flies for Christmas and loved it. So, when I spied a reasonably priced used copy of Fall on Your Knees in good condition, I picked it up (millions of thanks to Megan for enticing me on the used book excursion, although she didn't actually purchase any books, and I got three). I am now entrenched in it. I can't help it. This is amazing writing. And thus far, I prefer it to The Way the Crow Flies. Mind you, that may just be because I don't care all that much about Diefenbaker. (A name that has always reminded me of the word Studebaker, and therefore Fozzie Bear.) I am halfway through, and the imagery alone is staggering. This book also has the manners not to hit so close to home, so I feel a lot less like someone has read my mind and concocted fiction from the twisted patterns.
Review to follow once I have completed the text.
Hmmm... I seem to recall my genius friend Tina coming into possession of her own personal condo today. The woman owns property. She is so brave. One of the braver geniuses, really, when it comes down to it. Anyhoo, I vaguely recall saying I would help her move. Because I am stupid. No, because I am a good gal. Note to self: contact Crantina. (ed. just emailed her. nice one)
The week is already shaping up to be a really exciting one. I hope the same rings true for you. And Jeremiah, I hope the crisis thing isn't too devastating. I shall check in soon if I have not heard good things from you.
Have a grrrrreat short week, my Commonwealth compatriots.
ZeldaP
So, I have personal rules about things. Lots of people know this. It explains my inability to deal with anything to do with "Nick and Jessica" (ask me about that rule, if you are so inclined to read through an explanation. Another rule is not to read books with dumb titles, because I love titles and think they are important. For this reason, I held off on Fall on Your Knees by Anne-Marie MacDonald. Sorry folks, it sounds like a book about blow jobs in the vestry. However, I received a copy (autographed, thank you very much) of The Way the Crow Flies for Christmas and loved it. So, when I spied a reasonably priced used copy of Fall on Your Knees in good condition, I picked it up (millions of thanks to Megan for enticing me on the used book excursion, although she didn't actually purchase any books, and I got three). I am now entrenched in it. I can't help it. This is amazing writing. And thus far, I prefer it to The Way the Crow Flies. Mind you, that may just be because I don't care all that much about Diefenbaker. (A name that has always reminded me of the word Studebaker, and therefore Fozzie Bear.) I am halfway through, and the imagery alone is staggering. This book also has the manners not to hit so close to home, so I feel a lot less like someone has read my mind and concocted fiction from the twisted patterns.
Review to follow once I have completed the text.
Hmmm... I seem to recall my genius friend Tina coming into possession of her own personal condo today. The woman owns property. She is so brave. One of the braver geniuses, really, when it comes down to it. Anyhoo, I vaguely recall saying I would help her move. Because I am stupid. No, because I am a good gal. Note to self: contact Crantina. (ed. just emailed her. nice one)
The week is already shaping up to be a really exciting one. I hope the same rings true for you. And Jeremiah, I hope the crisis thing isn't too devastating. I shall check in soon if I have not heard good things from you.
Have a grrrrreat short week, my Commonwealth compatriots.
ZeldaP
5.24.2004
| NOTE: z |
| No smoking around Zelda. Thank you for your co-operation. |
From Go-Quiz.com
Thank you for your consideration.
Like some modern-day gypsy landslide.
ZeldaP
5.19.2004
I WANT ONE.
I want one so bad. I also want the TV to be turned down and Marilyn Manson to turn up and ban all sports talk (which he does, on his tours). But that is just me.
It is all just so fickle. I can't deal with fickle. If you are going to care, can you please care for the good times and the bad, not just when everyone is riding high and mob mentality threatens to take over the city. Oh, and if one more service staff asks me what my "plans for the game are", I am going to slap them.
Go Flamers.
Spent the day with Megan, this made all the hockey crap easier to deal with. And I met the sweetest dog. Her name is Daisy and she hangs out at a candle/soap/bath product/etc shop that we visited. Precious puppy. She embodies pure love.
Another interview tomorrow. I have lost track of the number I have attended in the last 5 months.
Whatever. Just buy me my Drum Buddy and send me to New Orleans to pick it up and I will be happy.
With love, from me, to you. Da da da, da da dum dum da.
ZeldaP
I want one so bad. I also want the TV to be turned down and Marilyn Manson to turn up and ban all sports talk (which he does, on his tours). But that is just me.
It is all just so fickle. I can't deal with fickle. If you are going to care, can you please care for the good times and the bad, not just when everyone is riding high and mob mentality threatens to take over the city. Oh, and if one more service staff asks me what my "plans for the game are", I am going to slap them.
Go Flamers.
Spent the day with Megan, this made all the hockey crap easier to deal with. And I met the sweetest dog. Her name is Daisy and she hangs out at a candle/soap/bath product/etc shop that we visited. Precious puppy. She embodies pure love.
Another interview tomorrow. I have lost track of the number I have attended in the last 5 months.
Whatever. Just buy me my Drum Buddy and send me to New Orleans to pick it up and I will be happy.
With love, from me, to you. Da da da, da da dum dum da.
ZeldaP
