jazzfish: Exit, pursued by a bear (The Winter's Tale III iii)
I'm notoriously bad at determining whether I like doing something, particularly something that's new to me. It took me at least a year before I could say "yeah i like viola," for instance.

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Over the weekend [personal profile] uilos and I went down to the states for a Mouths of Babes show. We ended up in a wine bar in Gig Harbor, WA, which appears to be a high-end waterfront community. It's located southwest of Seattle, across the Tacoma Narrows bridge. As a sometime engineering student this holds serious historical interest for me. I can vouch for the strong gusts of wind on the way back, though luckily the new bridge doesn't actually twist in the breeze.

The show itself was pretty great. Ty is still amazing, and for whatever reason I like Ingrid Elizabeth more live than in studio recordings. "Beehive" is fantastic, and Ty did "Amaze Me" (the 9/11 song) and "Young James Dean" (possibly the most Ty of the Girlyman songs). And of course, of course, "Brighter In the Dark" was written for a friend of Ty's who killed herself last year, which meant that we both sat in the back with tears pouring down our faces.

Yesterday there was ice cream, though no cake.



Today I have:
  • Watered my plant. I mean, this is an ongoing thing, but it's also a thing that makes the world a very tiny bit better, so. (Plant was a gift from a friend, and had died back almost entirely over the summer due to being accidentally starved of water. It's been encouraging to watch the shoots poke up and unfurl into leaves this fall and winter. Any metaphorical similarities to the current life situation of this journal writer are left as an exercise for the audience.)
  • Wrote to Jen Mooney, one of my college profs (RenLit and Tech Writing), to let her know that her classes meant something to me. I keep in touch with her via occasional Facebook comments, but that's not the same.
  • Signed up for Evo, the other Vancouver carshare, because I'm tired of being annoyed by seeing Evo cars around when I'm looking for a car2go.
  • Written an email to my folks that I've been composing in my head for a couple of weeks now, because the political events of the weekend warranted mention.
  • Done a nontrivial amount of actual work for work.
Tonight, laundry and general chilling.

Could be worse.

la

Jan. 23rd, 2017 08:37 am
jazzfish: A small grey Totoro, turning around. (Totoro)
First day running since ... Coal Harbour, so, 2014. Mildly stiff, but no persistent difficulty breathing despite being out in just-over-freezing weather. Suspect my legs will not be best pleased by the standing desk today.

Also, my quest to become unrecognisable to everyone who's known me for a decade continues. It started with contact lenses in November. Now that my razor's died I'm experimenting with this whole "not shaving" thing. Should be interesting. So far it's been three days and I haven't quite felt the need to claw my face off.

Other than that this morning I've watered my plant and turned off some jerk's phone that wouldn't stop ringing, and now I get to go sit through an R&D meeting. I suspect that my motivation may be slipping.
jazzfish: an open bottle of ether, and George conked out (Ether George)
My workplant is blooming again. Its flowers startled me last year; the plant is one of those big leafy things that you see in office buildings for Greenery. I rescued this one from an office that was closing down in September '06, and [livejournal.com profile] uilos split it in two. Last year at about this time it decided to put out weird-looking oval leaves with clear sticky drops on them. I had no idea what was going on until one of the ovals split to reveal a white column. This year the only startling thing is the sheer number of them. Last year there were three or four, and now it's easily double that, with more peeping up through the leaves every week or so. I guess with the heater kicking on, the plant has decided that winter is the new spring.

I rescued a bromeliad from the trash can last Xmas, too. A couple of months later it put out a couple of spikes. The spikes have grown and opened out, and are now roughly 1/3 the size of the original plant. Supposedly it's now time to separate and repot them. I dunno; I'm partial to the Benevolent Neglect Plus Water method of plant care, but if they're actually going to outgrow their pot. . .

As long as I'm talking about plants, I bought a small bamboo from a stall in the NRV mall back in, um, late 2004? to show that yes, I too can have nice things. The three stalks got to the point of overbalancing the pot some months ago, so I snapped them off and put them in water. Two of them are at home and moderately happy; the third is with $coworker.new and seems pleased. The original plant is at work, and growing two new stalks out from the gravel. Sadly, the third major stem seems to have died off. But, as Jack Nicholson once said, two out of three ain't bad.

I think this was originally going to be a more serious and reflective post. Maybe that'll come later.

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"Jazz Fish, a saxophone playing wanderer, finds himself in Mamboland at a critical phase in his life." --Howie Green, on his book Jazz Fish Zen

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