Holy shit. I've had this blog for 10 years. I haven't used it a great deal in the most recent years, but I never plan to delete it. Maybe I'll back-date my old livejournal entries into it. Maybe one day this will form part of my memoires. I don't know, but I'm amazed I've lasted as long as I did, even though I naively thought I would never call it a "blog" when I started.
I was studying computer animation when I began this journal. The world had changed a month and a half before, when icons of my childhood came crashing down. I was living in Toronto, working at the ROM and at Heretic and just barely existing at the poverty line. I was dating Rick. This blog would see me through that relationship, which taught me how to love a man and how to respect him for who he was, and then it would see me through the tumultuous long-distance affair with Gareth. (By the way, Rick, congratulations on your upcoming marriage to Kat !) It saw me in Toronto, working for a politician, and selling my art (or not selling as the case tended to be) at conventions. It saw me go back to school after a period of finding myself. It saw renewed enthusiasm for learning and direction and personal ambition. It witnessed death and loss, anger and joy and contentment. It saw me abandon security for risk as I moved first for an internship to Winnipeg and then terrifyingly far away to Whitehorse. It followed me back to Ontario into the life I now lead. I can look back and see constants relected here, and the changeable, and the things I thought would be forever that ended up the least permanent of all. I can see myself growing into my skin and becoming a person I both respect and admire.
A toast, then, to longevity and commitment, and the written word.
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Thursday, October 27, 2011
Sunday, July 29, 2007
B:42 Life, the Universe and Everything
I've reached Post 42, which means I'm in the home stretch. There are only another 90 minutes or so to go.
So, as is fitting for the number, I guess I should talk about my love of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, a very fine book, and the first in a five(?) book trilogy. ;)
It belonged to Tracy, but she and I shared books all the time. I guess I was about 14 or 15. One of us, probably her, dropped it in her pool. I remember reading it and all the pages were crinkled because I think she may have kept flipping the pages to dry them, and maybe even used a blow-dryer at one point.
The things we remember.
Tracy is still my best friend in the whole world. I love her. She's expecting her first child in September, and though I had initially planned to be there for the birth, I realise that probably won't happen. I miss her.
So, as is fitting for the number, I guess I should talk about my love of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, a very fine book, and the first in a five(?) book trilogy. ;)
It belonged to Tracy, but she and I shared books all the time. I guess I was about 14 or 15. One of us, probably her, dropped it in her pool. I remember reading it and all the pages were crinkled because I think she may have kept flipping the pages to dry them, and maybe even used a blow-dryer at one point.
The things we remember.
Tracy is still my best friend in the whole world. I love her. She's expecting her first child in September, and though I had initially planned to be there for the birth, I realise that probably won't happen. I miss her.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
B:5 The HOSH
I cannot believe I am up at this hour on a Saturday. It must be for a good cause – oh ya, it’s because I’m raising money for the Humane Society of Canada by participating in Blogathon 2007.
Go me !
Alright, so let me tell you about the films I watched at Andrew’s last night. I should take a moment to explain who Andrew is, maybe. Andrew Hoshkiw is a freelance reporter and really excellent documentary photographer up here in Whitehorse. He, like me, is from Southern Ontario, but unlike me, he came up here for kicks and stayed. He’s lived in the Northwest Territories and Prince Rupert, BC and he’s been working for newspapers along the way.
Andrew was pointed out to me as the “really quiet reporter – it’s weird, he doesn’t talk”. This was at the first Exhibit Opening I was around for when I first arrived in Whitehorse. The people who pointed him out to me are judgemental and I didn’t like the way they wrote Andrew off for being weirdly quiet. I decided I’d go up to him and introduce myself.
So I did.
What I found was that Andrew was a very nice, if shy, guy. I figured he liked reporting because it gave him a shield or rationale for talking to people, which he might not otherwise do. He and I became friends and that’s that. He tells great stories. I don’t regret introducing myself for a minute.
Except when he threatens to change to another movie right in the middle of the one we’re watching. It makes me want to throttle him.
Okay, I’ll talk about the movies in another post. This ended up being about Andrew. Oh, and his website is: www.hoshq.com.
Go me !
Alright, so let me tell you about the films I watched at Andrew’s last night. I should take a moment to explain who Andrew is, maybe. Andrew Hoshkiw is a freelance reporter and really excellent documentary photographer up here in Whitehorse. He, like me, is from Southern Ontario, but unlike me, he came up here for kicks and stayed. He’s lived in the Northwest Territories and Prince Rupert, BC and he’s been working for newspapers along the way.
Andrew was pointed out to me as the “really quiet reporter – it’s weird, he doesn’t talk”. This was at the first Exhibit Opening I was around for when I first arrived in Whitehorse. The people who pointed him out to me are judgemental and I didn’t like the way they wrote Andrew off for being weirdly quiet. I decided I’d go up to him and introduce myself.
So I did.
What I found was that Andrew was a very nice, if shy, guy. I figured he liked reporting because it gave him a shield or rationale for talking to people, which he might not otherwise do. He and I became friends and that’s that. He tells great stories. I don’t regret introducing myself for a minute.
Except when he threatens to change to another movie right in the middle of the one we’re watching. It makes me want to throttle him.
Okay, I’ll talk about the movies in another post. This ended up being about Andrew. Oh, and his website is: www.hoshq.com.