- Happy Friday!
- I’ve spent the better part of this week trying to regain my voice.
- Not like, in terms of confidence-building (though that would be great), but my actual voice.
- Because, laryngitis.
- I’ve had it since Sunday, and it’s only started to sound normal today.
- That voice you hear inside your head when you read this is the voice I happen to speak with.
- Let that sink in.
- The last time I caught laryngitis I think was in 2009.
- The time before that was…. Grade 10.
- Pretty sure I can remember each laryngitis bout I’ve had.
- But I digress.
- Last week was a week of kiddies, noisiness, and mess.
- I think I caught my illness from one of the said-kiddies, aka my niece and nephew.
- But that’s ok.
- When they live far away and aren’t able to visit often, I will accept.
- Sort of.
- But right now, I’m just enjoying the quiet and cleanliness, while they are off in England with their parents for the next week or so.
- This week I got my hair done at a curly hair-catered salon.
- Best decision I ever made.
- Suddenly, everything just became clearer for me.
- My hair is no longer a lost cause, now that I know the right techniques to styling it.
- Simple, so simple.
- Weekend plans include, work, ballet class and Chinese food.
- And possibly giving myself a pedicure.
- But that is usually best left to the professionals.
- I’ve only had a few professional pedicures in my life, and I’ve always found them strange.
- Relaxing yes, but strange.
- Having someone dealing with your feet….
- Possibly the least appealing (outer) extremities on the body to work with.
- Poor things.
- Clearly, I need to get more pedicures.
- But maybe not if I’m doing pointe work.
- In that case, time to brush up on my home-pedicures!
- My final thought of the day is a quote from Marcus Aurelius.
- “You have power over your mind–not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”
Oh, the Summer Night
Has a smile of light,
And she sits on a sapphire throne;
Whilst the sweet Winds load her
With garlands of odour,
From the bud to the rose o’er-blown!
Image taken by me on the iPhone SE.
Quote by English poet Barry Cornwall. His full poem can be read here
For all of the wonderful things that summer is (excessive heat, sunshine, flash rainstorms, etc), I want to enjoy every second of it. More so this year, and I don’t know why. But I guess that happens every summer, doesn’t it?
Each year as June rolls around, I like to imagine myself living the summer of my dreams: wandering around the city, dining outdoors, taking pictures (because I like being Instagram-vain), and visiting popular local landmarks I’ve yet been to. Such as, the CN Tower: I always think of visiting the CN Tower, and then never make the effort to fulfill that visit. Oh well. One of these days I will… (Preferably on a date, hint hint.)
There are times when I decide to take serious action on a summer goal–that is, if it’s something I’ve really wanted, and perhaps was building up to for years*–but most of the time I’d rather just fly by the seat of my pants and do something spontaneous. Or if I’m lucky, spontaneity will find me.
That being said, the summer doesn’t always shape up the way I want it to. Much like the weather, it can unpredictable. Things happen, and sometimes I am forced to reroute and go in the opposite direction. And when it happens, I just have to go with the flow.
I have no idea what the summer has in store for me this year: my older sister and her budding family will be coming in from Australia this weekend to visit for a few months, so that’s guaranteed to be full of unpredictably. And noise.
But whatever happens, hopefully it will be fun, and hopefully I will be closer to having that glorious summer I’ve always envisioned.
I saw Beautiful, the Carole King Story musical last week. Good show! So naturally, I had to include this fine hit about someone who is not having such a good summer.
*I’m pleased to say that I fiiiiiinally got my hair coloured last month. I’m blonde…Er!
Gif from here
- Please let there be sun tomorrow, please let there be sun tomorrow.
- Because I want to go to the beach.
- Not necessarily for the Canada Day celebratory stuff, although that’s nice.
- Mainly for the sake of visiting the beach.
- And taking the dogs.
- And by beach, I don’t mean the ocean side beach.
- Rather, the lake-y side beach.
- A lakeside beach has an entirely different vibe.
- Or does it?
- This whole Canada 150 celebratory thing has got me conflicted.
- On one hand, it’s a party for our existence, but on the other hand…
- It’s a reminder that it’s 150+ years of colonialism.
- Not cool.
- It’s also a reminder that there will be masses and masses of leftover Canada 150 collection items that no one bought, and will eventually go to waste.
- Or go on display in museums in the future.
- Just being realistic, don’t mind me.
- I probably should have gotten that 150 water bottle.
- Should I make butter tarts this weekend?
- That would be going the “extra” Canadian mile.
- So would be chugging a shot of maple syrup.
- Which I would not recommend.
- That is, unless you have a reeeeeally sweet tooth.
- The Doctor Who finale is this weekend, and I’m not feeling great about 12 regenerating.
- I was unsure about Peter Capaldi in the beginning, but now I DON’T WANT HIM TO GO.
- Which is what usually happens when a new Doctor comes along.
- It’s like David Tennant and Matt Smith all over again.
- At the same time, I’m very interested to see who’s going to replace him.
- It’s been kept well under wraps this time.
- Time to sign off now! Leaving you with some Canadian patriotism.
- Y’all Americans aren’t the only ones that can boast.
- We can do it.
- ….We just don’t want to.
Hot diggity, it’s already the end of June! Now, I usually can’t get over how quickly the month goes by, but this was lightening fast. So, what’s been happening? Let’s recap…
-The Tony Awards. I’m not as familiar with the Tonys as I am the Oscars, but it was a fun watch.
I found this oddly amusing.
The Myst (remember that game??) OST. Despite not having any clue as to what I was doing, I loved playing it as a kid. My favourite track starts at around 6:30.
-Music from the Handmaid’s Tale series. I can’t say enough about the series, and the musical tracks they include just make it even better.
Cassandra Clare’s Lord of Shadows. Man, she’s goooood. When I was reading its prequel Lady Midnight, I didn’t feel much of a connection with the characters (perhaps from being hung up on the other set in her previous books), but after reading this book I warmed to them more.
Image from this site (check it out, it’s fun)
WARNING: 90s nostalgia ranting ahead.
I think it can be generally agreed upon that in times of distress–or perhaps, depending on the mood you’re in–there is a certain comfort in turning to the nostalgia of childhood. Reflecting back on a simpler time, and remembering things that once were and are no longer. If you happen to have been born in the mid 80s or early 90s, you know what I’m talking about, because the nostalgia is around us all the time.
I wouldn’t be the first to admit that my generation, in particular, is deeply rooted in nostalgia. Rarely a day goes by that I don’t come across an online article about something that will relate to you if you “grew up in the 90s” (I’m looking at you Buzzfeed), or hear about a particular item that’s all of a sudden back in style. Thanks to the glorious Internet, the past is still within our reach, and remarkably tangible.
Let’s face it. WE’RE OBSESSED.
But the fact of the matter is, all this 90s’ rehashing has been getting over the top. I would even go so far as to say it’s getting tiresome. We don’t need reminders on a daily basis. C’mon, we lived it already!
Sure, I enjoy a good trip down memory lane from time to time. And sure, the 1990s were an awesome time to be a kid (mostly): they were generally fun, funky, and kind of bizarre*. I’m talking about trippy kids’ tv shows (that somehow passed as suitable for young viewers), unusual toys, bad movies, and regrettable fashion trends that would only be topped by the 2000s. Yet somehow, even with all these weird things, people love the 90s even more??
Admittedly, when you’re an adult it’s not uncommon to yearn for a simpler time before the Internet and social media really took off (even though things weren’t all that simple to begin with). On occasion, I’ll look on youtube to find old clips from YTV, because it gives me a pleasant nostalgic reminder of watching it after school. (At least on the days I was allowed to watch tv after school, ahem.) But when we’re constantly finding ways to relive memories of our childhood, it becomes too repetitive, and too commonplace.
If I’m going to be reminded of my 90s’ childhood, I want it to be in unexpected moments. It could be as subtle as the opening to Alanis Morissette’s “Hand in my Pocket“, or something more pungent, such as taking in a whiff of cigar smoke, because it reminds me of my grandpa.
Nostalgia is a personal thing, and maybe that’s also why I’m starting to resent this 1990s’ overload. It’s because it’s such a generalized viewpoint! Even though a person can share similar experiences while growing up in a particular decade, everyone remembers their childhood in a different light… And it can be good or bad. Certain things could remind a person of a bright time in their young life, but it could also possibly be reminders of a rotten time that they would rather look back to. Childhood can be a joyous time, but not for everyone.
That being said, I’ve got nothing against reading articles about these types of things. I realize that they’re supposed to be read for fun, and that sooner or later, the whole 90s’ nostalgia will be done and over with (maybe?). That is, once people start waxing nostalgia over the 2000s. (Which I think is worse, because I was a teenager during this time, and everything about being a teen in the 2000s is crap.)
And just in case you needed the reminder: the 1990s are still awesome.
*We’re adults now, so we can finally admit it.
Image from here
Ahh, yes. It’s June! The sun is shining (mostly), my intermediate exam is finished at last… And now it’s time to get back to focusing on the bigger picture. Which happens to be… Finding comedic ballet videos on youtube. Oh, and writing. But this makes me quite happy when I watch it. Only in New York would this ever happen.