Friday, June 30, 2006
I'll take job hunting for $500 Alec
There are few things as degrading as trying to find work, I am out there applying for part time positions in shit jobs, just tofind something to tide me through the summer. So far the only call back interst I have received is to work at a job I would sooner pull my toenails out than do... call centre work for an inusrance company... oh boy oh boy, that will be poeasant. The work is evening and weekends which adds to the suckiness. I have been dropping resumes at Blockbuster, Chapters / Indigo and every other bookstore in town, computer stores and retail type outlets... to no avail... no one wants to hire astudent in this town... they are all looking for full timers to be full time come the fall. Ahhh well I will keep fighting the good fight, so to speak...
Friday, June 23, 2006
Salon article
I found this article through Suicide Girls and all I can say is Horray for someone representing my views in the presses! Horray for BBW's the world over! Man I love curvy women!
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
what to do, what to do
ok, so I don;t know what to be doing with all this time off. I feel a little useless. When I am working or in skill I have forseeable, obtainable goals, with structure and schedule created for me. This emptiness of nothingness is... troublesome for me. Today I did my hour of walking, started back into my Chinese studies, made breakfast, did dishes, did laundry... and now it is three o'clock in the afternoon and I am unsure as to what to do... I can start supper in an hour... that is something... I could log into the game, if the game was not in patching mode... I have read most of the latets Ian Rankin novel over the past 48 hours, before that was a Kathy Reichs novel, which took another 48 hours...
Guess I will look at what other clothes I can give away so as to make what I own fit into the dresser...
Guess I will look at what other clothes I can give away so as to make what I own fit into the dresser...
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
From Sceptigal's journal...
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
Mine was...
Da zhong shu dian zai nanhua lu dong kou lu bei nei ge da shu dian jiushi
roughly translated as the only Chinese bookstore in south China is on the north side of the intersection... or something like that.... I have much work to do =(
Beginning Chinese reader, Part I, 2nd edition by John DeFrancis
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
Mine was...
Da zhong shu dian zai nanhua lu dong kou lu bei nei ge da shu dian jiushi
roughly translated as the only Chinese bookstore in south China is on the north side of the intersection... or something like that.... I have much work to do =(
Beginning Chinese reader, Part I, 2nd edition by John DeFrancis
We have arrived
So here we are in Kingston, mostly unpacked... waiting patiently for the bell telephone guys who were supposed to be here Monday to fix our phone... Today will be the second all-day appointment I have to sit through in trying to get a usuable telephone line. The cable guy is supposed to be around today too... not sure what happened, we had the few freebie channels for a night and a day and then they just stopped working. But we did get an amazing deal on cable service so now we just have to wait for the install to happen, hope it is in time for the hockey game tonight...
We have a whack of resumes printed off for Jill so she can start the job search whilst I await our all day appointments. And the internet connection seems more stable in the daytime as opposed to the night. So I am writing this update in the hopes that the connection will remain solid enough to get it all out =)
The trip up was looooong... We set out on the road a wek ago... day one we drove to LBI and spent the night with Mom and Dad... the cats were troublesome for the first couple of hours but they settled in fairly well after that. Day two was only a drive to Port Aux Basques, and then a 10 hour wait in line at the terminal to make sure we coul get on board. We could not get a cabin as they were all booked and we were not allowed to make a reservation because a U-Haul is a commercial vehicle, so we had to take the sleeping bunks. That was alright except for the beginning and the end. The start of thevoyage saw a whack of ex-pats heading to the mainland to find work. They were convinced that the answer was independence, after all "we had done just fine by ourselves before." Amazing how selective memory, or the reading of history can be. We did not do "just fine" before... we fell apart each and every time we tried for self-governance... anyway, that is another rant for another day. Then one of the old-timers took out his accordian at 11:30 at night and began to play, poorly, I might add. Thankfully the expats took their pseudo political argument down to the bar and the old fella put the squeeze box away and I was able to tag about 5 hours of sleep before the morning rousings. We had a small breakfast on the boat and unloaded at 7:30am. I was under the impression that the ride to Edmundston would take 8 - 10 hours.... that was apparently an estimate from someone who never ever drove the speed limit. The truck wasn't really up for speeding, and I don;t like to do it anyway, least of all with Jill, the cats and everything we own in the back.... so... 12 hours later we make it to Edmundston and crawl into our beds, after putting in for a wake up call for 7 the next morning.
We enjoy the free continental breakfast that the Comforrt Inn offered and set out on the road again. As soon as we crossed into Quebec, the "service engine soon" light came on. We stopped and checked everythign out (as well as anyone with no clue about how an engine works canfigure anything out... check the oil, check the transmiussion fluid, check the radiator coolant, check the power steering fluid) and everything seemd to be ok, so we set back on the road again. We decided to grab a spot of lunch inQuebec, but as it turns out, the time changed from New Brunswick and into Quebec, so we had a second breakfast instead. We choose, for some ungoldy reason to eat in Levis... all I saw was a McDonalds sign that spoke of being close to the highway... I had no idea Levis was as big or as busy as it is, horray for my Newfoundland naivite... after maneuvering the truck around some questionably sized streets and having our order wrong at the McDonalds it was time to set out once again... the next travel through would be Montreal... we hmmed and hawed around the map trying to find what my br0other had recommended.... the 20 - 10, not the 20 - 40... Jill decide dthat she would find us a route and that she did =) and we tried to find it... somehow we stumbled ontot the 20 - 10 anyway, and then slwoly made our way through Saturday afternoon traffic in the big city... it was Hell. an accident slowed everything to a standstill... until we got passed it and then the angry french drivers decided to make up for lost time... I just continued along in my center lane just hoping to stay in the right lane to get me to the 401.
Finally crossed into Ontario, the "service engine soon" light was swtill on but the truck seemed to be surviving, if starting to act a little sluggish... and we found one of those Ontario tourist chalet chummies and got a map of both Kingston and Ontario... and the lady was kind enough to highlight the street and the exit in Kingston for us so we could find it... finding the apartment building once we got here was the easiest thing in the world, finding the landlord no so much.... after much putzing around, we finally got into the place.. and debated on how much to unload... we did a couple of hours and called it a night... and then next day the joys of unloading became primary... with Jill working the apartment end and me unloading it all and dragging it up three flights of stairs. no fun... from here on in movers do the work... not me, I am too old and broken for this sort of thing anymore.
So that brings us up to date... we have explored the city a little... we live close to downtown and relatively close to campus... lots of different restaurants etc... I have a campus tour tomorrow with one of my fellow grads who did her undergrad at Queen's so I will get sorted out then... for now I am going to make coffee and lie down some more I think... it has been a crazy week...
We have a whack of resumes printed off for Jill so she can start the job search whilst I await our all day appointments. And the internet connection seems more stable in the daytime as opposed to the night. So I am writing this update in the hopes that the connection will remain solid enough to get it all out =)
The trip up was looooong... We set out on the road a wek ago... day one we drove to LBI and spent the night with Mom and Dad... the cats were troublesome for the first couple of hours but they settled in fairly well after that. Day two was only a drive to Port Aux Basques, and then a 10 hour wait in line at the terminal to make sure we coul get on board. We could not get a cabin as they were all booked and we were not allowed to make a reservation because a U-Haul is a commercial vehicle, so we had to take the sleeping bunks. That was alright except for the beginning and the end. The start of thevoyage saw a whack of ex-pats heading to the mainland to find work. They were convinced that the answer was independence, after all "we had done just fine by ourselves before." Amazing how selective memory, or the reading of history can be. We did not do "just fine" before... we fell apart each and every time we tried for self-governance... anyway, that is another rant for another day. Then one of the old-timers took out his accordian at 11:30 at night and began to play, poorly, I might add. Thankfully the expats took their pseudo political argument down to the bar and the old fella put the squeeze box away and I was able to tag about 5 hours of sleep before the morning rousings. We had a small breakfast on the boat and unloaded at 7:30am. I was under the impression that the ride to Edmundston would take 8 - 10 hours.... that was apparently an estimate from someone who never ever drove the speed limit. The truck wasn't really up for speeding, and I don;t like to do it anyway, least of all with Jill, the cats and everything we own in the back.... so... 12 hours later we make it to Edmundston and crawl into our beds, after putting in for a wake up call for 7 the next morning.
We enjoy the free continental breakfast that the Comforrt Inn offered and set out on the road again. As soon as we crossed into Quebec, the "service engine soon" light came on. We stopped and checked everythign out (as well as anyone with no clue about how an engine works canfigure anything out... check the oil, check the transmiussion fluid, check the radiator coolant, check the power steering fluid) and everything seemd to be ok, so we set back on the road again. We decided to grab a spot of lunch inQuebec, but as it turns out, the time changed from New Brunswick and into Quebec, so we had a second breakfast instead. We choose, for some ungoldy reason to eat in Levis... all I saw was a McDonalds sign that spoke of being close to the highway... I had no idea Levis was as big or as busy as it is, horray for my Newfoundland naivite... after maneuvering the truck around some questionably sized streets and having our order wrong at the McDonalds it was time to set out once again... the next travel through would be Montreal... we hmmed and hawed around the map trying to find what my br0other had recommended.... the 20 - 10, not the 20 - 40... Jill decide dthat she would find us a route and that she did =) and we tried to find it... somehow we stumbled ontot the 20 - 10 anyway, and then slwoly made our way through Saturday afternoon traffic in the big city... it was Hell. an accident slowed everything to a standstill... until we got passed it and then the angry french drivers decided to make up for lost time... I just continued along in my center lane just hoping to stay in the right lane to get me to the 401.
Finally crossed into Ontario, the "service engine soon" light was swtill on but the truck seemed to be surviving, if starting to act a little sluggish... and we found one of those Ontario tourist chalet chummies and got a map of both Kingston and Ontario... and the lady was kind enough to highlight the street and the exit in Kingston for us so we could find it... finding the apartment building once we got here was the easiest thing in the world, finding the landlord no so much.... after much putzing around, we finally got into the place.. and debated on how much to unload... we did a couple of hours and called it a night... and then next day the joys of unloading became primary... with Jill working the apartment end and me unloading it all and dragging it up three flights of stairs. no fun... from here on in movers do the work... not me, I am too old and broken for this sort of thing anymore.
So that brings us up to date... we have explored the city a little... we live close to downtown and relatively close to campus... lots of different restaurants etc... I have a campus tour tomorrow with one of my fellow grads who did her undergrad at Queen's so I will get sorted out then... for now I am going to make coffee and lie down some more I think... it has been a crazy week...
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