Life of Pi

The reading of fifty books in one calendar year by yours truly has faltered since the beginning of school. Alas, I do not have as much time to waste (also, I am working at Pinhey’s less, so that cuts my time wasting back significantly haha).

But… *drum roll* I had to read Life of Pi by Yann Martel for the Religion class I’m TAing this semester.

I loved it. Absolutely adored it. I can’t believe I hadn’t read it yet. Like Anil’s Ghost, Life of Pi truly proves to me that Canada has some of the best authors in the world. (If only Jeanette Winterson were Canadian…)

I don’t really know what to say because I could probably talk for days about each page of the book. It’s so.. rich and full. Also, I’m a little tired of talking about it in class and I’m sure that after marking 100+ exam questions about it I really won’t want to think about it anymore…

But, as usual, I will post some of my favourite lines. Really, I could have had so many more than this. But here goes:

“I saw my suffering for what it was, finite and insignificant, and I was still. My suffering did not fit anywhere, I realized. And I could accept this. It was all right. (It was daylight that brought my protest: ‘No! No! No! My suffering does matter. I want to live! I can’t help but mix my life with that of the universe. Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto vastness - how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I’ve got!’) I mumbled words of Muslim prayer and went back to sleep.”

“It’s important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse.”

“Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer.”

Keyboard issues

Fae and I entertain me:

Hez: What i with my s’s?
Fae: hehe
Hez: Hold fuck!
Fae: My precious.
Hez: hahahhaa
Fae: *dies*
Hez: Hold fuck.
Fae: Is that a new position?
Fae: hahah
Hez: That’s an order!!!
Hez: Yes.
Fae: hahaha
Hez: Actually, it’s a very old one.
Hez: From the dawn of time.
Hez: Ice Age, actually.
Fae: “And on the 8th day, God created the Hold Fuck.”
Hez: Winter comes.. and Hold Fuck!
Hez: hahahahhaa
Fae: *dies*
Hez: *is laughing like an idiot*
Fae: Ice Age 3: Hold Fuck.
Fae: hahah
Hez: That’s wrong.
Fae: *dies*
Fae: Oh but the God comment wasn’t?
Fae: I love your logic.
Hez: It’s a childrens movie!
Hez: hahaha
Fae: *giggles*
Hez: God is always hilarious.


So, one of my photos from Killarney was randomly chosen for an online travel guide.

I give you Fae’s ass, now published!:

So far I have had my photos published in Schmap, the Charlatan, Media magazine, University Affairs magazine, SWAP Ireland Guide, Carleton Now and on the Carleton Website. I’m kind of proud of myself for these, but I still don’t think I have a future in photography. This year, I had to make a decision whether or not to invest in my photography at this point in my life and buy a new camera, the E3, or not. I decided not. I think, for me, photography is a hobbie. I love taking travel photos, but I can still do that with the camera and lenses I have already.

I am a visitor here, I am not permanent….

Noticed a lack of posting? Well, school’s in. And I’m trying to finally get it right this year, it’s my final chance to NOT have an emotional breakdown each semester. So, I’m trying not to procrastinate as much…. Hopefully.

I’m really just trying to get the fuck out of here and fast. I’m sad it will be over. But it doesn’t even compare to how excited I am to start the next part of my life. After all, there’s very little keeping me here, as I’ve been proved repeatedly over the last couple of weeks.

I’m so tired of being invisible, I’m just waiting to disappear on purpose.

Do I think things are magically going to fix themselves when I move overseas? Not at all. Do I still think it will be better? Absolutely.

I’ll wear my badge… a vinyl sticker with big block letters adhered to my chest
That tells your new friends I am a visitor here…
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is
Where I am

You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving

The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving

Virgin Suicides

It’s taken me a while to write about this, but here we go!

I don’t know what I thought about the Virgin Suicides, really. It was okay. It was definitely an interesting style of writing. But I don’t think the book itself was terribly interesting, nothing really happened. It was a whole lot of foreshadowing and not too much plot.

I… don’t have anything else to say! hahaha.