Wednesday, February 25, 2015

take the long way home

glorious 2015, stay nice to me!

my life lately...

i have to be credited some sort of adult maturity for spending xmas apart from my immediate family, and not even being that depressed about it! also we worked out on christmas day. i loved it. blaze hated it.

colin being a hot biznitch.

canada... y'all know how that went. chickens, newborn babes, a lot of late nights of laughing, good food, much snow.

some of my favourite boys everrrr.

also, metric and lights was always playing on the radio. i think blaze started to question if canadian radio stations are in touch with the rest of the world.

my nearest and dearest. one in a million right here!

i was going to add in some february pictures, but considering there's four of us in the family that have february birthdays, and we each had about four-ish celebrations.... well that's a lot of pictures. and yes i'm hiding in the corner of my apartment until the end of february, hoping no one invites me to another birthday dinner. i can't take the food and alcohol and presents anymore! 
just kidding to my dear family. it's been the most fun month ever, and i can't wait till next february ;)

Saturday, February 21, 2015

"The world is so big, so complicated, so replete with marvels and surprises, that it takes years for most people to begin to notice that it is, also, irretrievably broken. We call this period of research “childhood.”
There follows a program of renewed inquiry, often involuntary, into the nature and effects of mortality, entropy, heartbreak, violence, failure, cowardice, duplicity, cruelty, and grief; the researcher learns their histories, and their bitter lessons, by heart. Along the way, he or she discovers that the world has been broken for as long as anyone can remember, and struggles to reconcile this fact with the ache of cosmic nostalgia that arises, from time to time, in the researcher’s heart: an intimation of vanished glory, of lost wholeness, a memory of the world unbroken. We call the moment at which this ache first arises “adolescence.” The feeling haunts people all their lives.
Everyone, sooner or later, gets a thorough schooling in brokenness. The question becomes: What to do with the pieces? Some people hunker down atop the local pile of ruins and make do, Bedouins tending their goats in the shade of shattered giants. Others set about breaking what remains of the world into bits ever smaller and more jagged, kicking through the rubble like kids running through piles of leaves. And some people, passing among the scattered pieces of that great overturned jigsaw puzzle, start to pick up a piece here, a piece there, with a vague yet irresistible notion that perhaps something might be done about putting the thing back together again.
Two difficulties with this latter scheme at once present themselves. First of all, we have only ever glimpsed, as if through half-closed lids, the picture on the lid of the jigsaw puzzle box. Second, no matter how diligent we have been about picking up pieces along the way, we will never have anywhere near enough of them to finish the job. The most we can hope to accomplish with our handful of salvaged bits—the bittersweet harvest of observation and experience—is to build a little world of our own. A scale model of that mysterious original, unbroken, half—remembered. Of course the worlds we build out of our store of fragments can be only approximations, partial and inaccurate. As representations of the vanished whole that haunts us, they must be accounted failures. And yet in that very failure, in their gaps and inaccuracies, they may yet be faithful maps, accurate scale models, of this beautiful and broken world. We call these scale models “works of art.”

-Michael Chabon, The Wes Anderson Collection

Thursday, February 12, 2015

this is happiness

i have been following the case of Mariam Yahia Ibrahim Ishag for quite some time and am SO happy to report that not only is she free, but she is living in the states!

article on her departure from sudan and entrance into italy:

awhile back i signed THIS petition:
you can also read more on her case here. but it was yet another story of unfair and unjustified imprisonment. (it seems her name is being spelt two different ways all over the internet).
she was jailed while pregnant and actually birthed her child with shackles on. disgusting. 

ultimately, this case to me is proof that as a person halfway across the world with nothing but an opinion, a difference can still be made. i hope that is a bit of inspiration for you today. 

oh and yes i have been having a splendid birthday week. yesterday was the big 2 6 and the fun isn't even over yet.