Patti, Quinton, Lucy, Justin and I went to Victoria on Friday to visit Tammy and check out the Island culture that managed to keep her there far past the original six months. We did a bit of beachcombing, hiking (real and urban), and a lot of exasperated map (and later GPS) checking. I'll put up some pictures when I find the camera cable -- shouldn't be hard to find considering I'm home, seeing as I can just ask Mum.
Among the more publishable of my thoughts on the trip, there are:
1. The privatization of Crown corporations is a great thing. I hold up my Bread Garden sandwich and White Spot fries as testament to improved service.
2. Though cool, compact cars truly are compact and next time I will endeavor to either arrange for us to find a van when transporting 5 adult-sized people, or simply only invite people half my size.
3. We (collectively or individually) stopped at a Tim Horton's four times during a 12-hour trip.
4. Final Fantasy has brainwashed me to the extent that I no longer feel any shame in admitting that I have a strong attraction for taciturn guys with very big swords.
5. We may be the most numerous and arguably the longest-running, but I think that Chinese knick-knacks will be the lasting testament of my cultural heritage four centuries from now. I'm thinking brocade coin purses and bamboo coasters particularly, which seem to be the main economic contributor in Victoria's one-street Chinatown.
6. The next time I play rummy I'm playing by mah-jongg rules.
Back home, I watched Legally Blonde again yesterday, hard on the heels of finishing Scott Turow's One L (his first year experience in mid-19707s Harvard Law School). I'll admit that One L had me slightly freaked for awhile -- has anyone heard of the Socratics method? -- until I realised that most of the people Turow talk about simply give themselves tons of grief for not being at the head of the class of the US's snobbiest institution. Silly, silly. Much better to resign oneself and devote more time to learning other useful skills, such as modern dance, horseback riding, and yogic flying.
I'm wondering if I need to tutor today; ever since Janet got a rather badly-behaved puppy and moved, things have been a bit sketchy. Fine by me, actually. With her, tutoring is one-half academic support, one-half emotional backing. A pretty good deal, methinks.
Among the more publishable of my thoughts on the trip, there are:
1. The privatization of Crown corporations is a great thing. I hold up my Bread Garden sandwich and White Spot fries as testament to improved service.
2. Though cool, compact cars truly are compact and next time I will endeavor to either arrange for us to find a van when transporting 5 adult-sized people, or simply only invite people half my size.
3. We (collectively or individually) stopped at a Tim Horton's four times during a 12-hour trip.
4. Final Fantasy has brainwashed me to the extent that I no longer feel any shame in admitting that I have a strong attraction for taciturn guys with very big swords.
5. We may be the most numerous and arguably the longest-running, but I think that Chinese knick-knacks will be the lasting testament of my cultural heritage four centuries from now. I'm thinking brocade coin purses and bamboo coasters particularly, which seem to be the main economic contributor in Victoria's one-street Chinatown.
6. The next time I play rummy I'm playing by mah-jongg rules.
Back home, I watched Legally Blonde again yesterday, hard on the heels of finishing Scott Turow's One L (his first year experience in mid-19707s Harvard Law School). I'll admit that One L had me slightly freaked for awhile -- has anyone heard of the Socratics method? -- until I realised that most of the people Turow talk about simply give themselves tons of grief for not being at the head of the class of the US's snobbiest institution. Silly, silly. Much better to resign oneself and devote more time to learning other useful skills, such as modern dance, horseback riding, and yogic flying.
I'm wondering if I need to tutor today; ever since Janet got a rather badly-behaved puppy and moved, things have been a bit sketchy. Fine by me, actually. With her, tutoring is one-half academic support, one-half emotional backing. A pretty good deal, methinks.
