Sunday, December 23, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
This is a stuffed soccer ball I made in grade 8 Home Ec.
Emily on her 1st birthday. Hard to believe she is getting married this summer.
A Portriat of me in preschool. I attend Gingerbread House Preschool, which was run by our neighbor just down the street.
Monday, November 26, 2007
I am almost done:
1 Abnormal Psychology presentation
1 Chapel reading
2 Cognition tests
1 Cognition Paper
1 Education paper
then on to finals...
then I can fly home!
It is going to be hard, but I am glad I am not alone.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
How do we love like God loves? Matthew 25 talks about the goats and the sheep and about how God loves the sheep. The sheep are those people that love their neighbors "just because". Matthew 25 talks about feeling the hungry, filling the thirsty, being hospitable, clothing the naked, and looking after those that are sick or in prison. Whatever we do for the least of these we do for God. When we love others, we love God.
The woman (sorry, I have forgotten your name!) who spoke last night has been called to love by being hospitable, that is her thing. She opens up her house to children that needa place to stay. I have been called to visit prisoners, that is how I love. This way of loving is often overlooked but it is important to be there with those people. It is very difficult to be in prison and they don't often get to experience the love that God offers.
Once a month I go to a young offenders centre here in Edmonton with 2 of my friends to lead a small youth group with about 10 youth from the centre. We sing songs, play games, do skits, talk to and with them, teach and learn together. Everyone that comes to this youth group has volunteered to come so I think that they are at least a bit interested in knowing more about God.
But with only 3 of us going each month is somewhat difficult for us to continue in this community. If one of us cannot make it one month then we cannot go at all that month. It would be awesome if we had more people to join us. We need more people to care about the fate of prisoners, especially young offenders in a meaningful way. So I ask you, if you are interested, please let me know if you are interested joining us in this community. We need as many people as possible to help us because next year the current group of volunteers will most likely be moving on from college to new careers and the group may have to be disbanded. I think this community with the young offenders is one that should remain.
If you are interested in joining us and helping us please respond to this note in Facebook or on Blogger. You can also contact me personally at firstname.lastname@example.org, phone: (780)465-3500 ext. 8541, Apartment 41 at King's.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
As for schoolwork, I have a few more weekly theology assignments, a book report, 2 ten page media reviews and ongoing "volunteer" work left. ugh.
Friday, October 12, 2007
In other news, I have found a new obsession! Through Neil Gaiman's Journal (http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/) I found a link to Ape Lad's flickr site. (http://www.flickr.com/photos/apelad/) Ape Lad draws cool and cute comics of a pair of cats named Kitteh and Pip. They talk in LOLCAT, very funny. Check it out. NOW!
Monday, October 1, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Would anyone be willing to help me sell it? I am willing to make a deal if you can help me sell it. Basically I will settle for $2000 but if you can find someone who will buy it for more I will give you the excess money. For Example, if you find someone who will buy it for $2500 I will give you $500 for helping me sell it; If you find someone who will buy it for $2200 I will give you $200 for helping me sell it. Also, if you can find someone who will only buy it for $2000 or less, I will pay you 5% of its selling price. ( $2000 = $100 for you, $1800 = $90 for you...) There for any price between $2000 and $2100 will get you $100. Or if you would like to buy it yourself, I will sell it for $2000 if I need to.
If this truck was in perfect condition it would be worth $3500. But I know that it is not in perfect condition and need some work. I believe that $2000 to $2500 is a fair price to pay for this truck.
1995 Chevrolet S10
4 cylinder Automatic
Regular cab and box
About 550 km/tank
Rhino lining in box
New exhaust system (not including catalytic converter)
Good tires, full sized spare
Engine leaks coolant.
Engine occasionally turns off while stopped at a light or in park. (reason unknown)
Catalytic Converter needs to be replaced.
Glove Box remains open.
Tailgate remains closed.
Minor body dents and scratches that do not affect performance.
As you can see, this vehicle does have some major issues but I definitely do not have the cash to fix it up right now and I don't see that happening any time soon.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
I started work, school, and living in the apartments this week. I'm not terribly eager about any of them really. School is OK i guess, I have 2 "creative projects" that I can do in lieu of a research paper and I think I want to attempt to do that. One is for Abnormal Psychology with Dr. Sneep and I think that I want to do something with Alzheimer's because my grandpa has a severe case of it and I want to honor him with this project. I just don't know what kind of creative project to do or what that will look like. The other is Cognition with Dr. Looy which I don't know how to handle either yet. I wanted to do something related to blogging or online collaboration (such as the stuff found at the ORG, http://www.zefrank.org). But I don't think that topic fits with the course, maybe next semester.
Apart from those two courses I am also in Psychology of Personality with Dr.(?) Van Belle, Psychology of Exceptional Children and Adolescence with Doschak, and finally The Human Nature Of Evil with Dr. Martins.
Funny story about Psychology of Exceptional Children and Adolescence course; One the first class the professor didn't show up but about 10 minute into the class, when everyone was still waiting for the professor to show up, my friend Salima decided to go to the washroom. When she returned she pretend to be the professor. I was laughing and she asked me in from of the class" what was so funny?" and I replied "Nothing!" After that she got everyone in the class to introduce their name to the class. After everyone introduced themselves, she asked the class what they expected to learn in this class and the room fell silent. Then an older lady gave a timid response thinking that Salima really was the professor. Ah, poor old lady... Then Salima finally admitted that she was not the professor and that she was just having some fun. But Salima did a good job at pretending. She fooled some people despite my laughter early on, Good job! Funnest. First. Class. Ever.
As for work, well, allot has changed some for better and some for worse. Better: Easier for me to put things away, slightly better pay... worse: More dirty dishes and cooking tools, a kitchen staff that doesn't know what to do with really dirty dishes, a kitchen staff that doesn't know what to do with dirty plates bowls and cutlery, very dirty kitchen tools not put into the sink, a generally unorganized kitchen, no time to eat dinner with the student population, a meal that I need to heat up after work, having to do more work... Having dinner with others is something i miss allot, having a warm cooked meal with friends was awesome. I felt part of the community then but now I am part of the community of King's. Maybe I don't need this job for the same reasons. Maybe if I'm not happy there I should go elsewhere...
Sunday, September 2, 2007
I don't know if you have ever been to the town of Vulcan, Alberta... but it is a must see for any Star Trek fan. Originally named after the "blacksmith of the gods" in Greek mythology, Vulcan, it became a tourist attraction after the Star Trek franchise became popular. It now boasts a statue of a constellation class ship (like the original Enterprise), a gift shop, a dress up picture area, a Star Trek based virtual reality game, (which I didn't go on) and loots of Star Trek related memorabilia.
Anyway, John I hope that you enjoy this glimpse of Vulcan if you haven't done so first hand already!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
A cinnamon shooter:
1. Get some plain cinnamon, it's a spice.
2. Find a tablespoon, or a spoon that is the same size.
3. Fill the tablespoon with cinnamon.
4. Put the tablespoon of cinnamon in your mouth.
Sounds easy right...
It's not, trust me. But if you want to experience it for yourself, go for it!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
I have to admit that I really enjoyed this hike. compared to the Lindamen/Greendrop (Post Creek) route, the trail to Flora lake travels through open forest. It allows for stunning views of Chilliwack lake and all the campsites to the south. The view would have been even more stunning if the clouds were not there, But I love clouds so I can't complain. The trail first goes to a peak before descending towards the lake. Above the tree line we reached so pretty nice meadowland near a peak. The descent down to the lake is steep and windy as the scenery changes from meadowland to thick forest. In the thicker forest areas we saw many different types of mushrooms and fungi, I took pictures of some but definitely not all. then we reached Flora lake. In my opinion, there really wasn't anything too spectacular about the destination. The journey was more spectacular.
After reaching the lake we took a trail that leads back to the Post Creek train that runs between Lindaman and Greendrop lakes. This part of the trail was really annoying because it involves crossing several large rock slide areas. not good on the feet, not good. Back on the Post creek trail we could see that some improvements were recently made to the campgrounds and trails. New tent platforms, signs and stairs were installed along the path. After 8 hours of hiking, I was glad to give my feet a rest!
Here are a few pictures, but if you want to see more visit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ktims82/
And Ross, here is something for you:
Saturday, August 25, 2007
I made a short video which can be viewed on my Vimeo site: http://www.vimeo.com/285101
I see that blogger now supports video uploading but this one is slightly too big, so Vimeo it is! Also, I only thought of making it yesterday and I don't really know much about compiling video and audio, but It's a start. One thing I love about my mom is it doesn't really matter what I get her for her birthday because I know she will love it anyway. Enjoy!
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
This film made me think about the kind of person I am and who I want to be. There are time when I really want to be someone who fits into crowds like that. Someone who drinks and drinks and drinks, maybe a little drugs... enough to get wasted and have some fun.
I've been to parties before, rarely, and I am usually sober and clean when I go. It's not very fun being sober and clean at parties. I don't fit in, its hard to understand what people are doing, I get too concerned about people who are completely smash and need to get some sleep... I wonder if it would be any different if I were drunk at those parties. I think I would need to BE someone else in order to go to parties like that and enjoy myself.
I don't do drugs because I know it's bad for me and I don't drink much at all because it costs too much and I don't go to parties because I wasn't invited. Instead I stay home and sit at my computer, surfing the web, playing video games, or watching movies... all week long and all alone. It's like I am inside my own little prison cell and none of my peers gives a damn enough to visit me. Especially during the week, I never do anything fun during the weekI don't go bowling, don't go out for dinner, no concerts, no dancing (I don't mind that though, I have two left feet.) no playing in the park, or even hanging out...
I know that my parents do love me and care for me and they do ask me out to dinner often. But I am 25 dammit! I ought to doing be dinner with people my own age. I'm grateful for what they do for me but it makes me feel too dependant on my parents if I went out to dinner with them every time they offered (about 3 times a week).
Anyways, whatever fuelled this rant is spent and I need to go to work... my last day of work for this summer, woohoo.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Friday Night: Panic Squad, Gerry Ebbers and worship @ "About a burning Fire"
"About a burning fire" was a valley wide Collage and Careers event that included worship songs, stories by my good friend Gerry Ebbers, and improv comedy by Panic Squad. Gerry told us stories about how in his younger days long past he and his friend were pyromaniacs. They lit (with a flamethrower no less) a ditch on fire an nearly burnt down a small town. He says that when the holy spirit is in our lives, it is like an unquenchable fire, very powerful.
Later Panic Squad came on stage and did some improv comedy. Nearly all the themes they work with are based on what the audience suggests. We must have been funny because they were funny too. My friend Aaron even got to go on stage and do noises for one of the actors. One time he had to imitated a pull string teddy bear and he made it say, " Heh heh, that tickles!"
Panic Squad: http://www.panicsquad.com/
Saturday day I cleaned the house before my parents came home and played video games all day until evening came. That night I saw the movie Stardust, which is based on a graphic novel by Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess. Neil Gaiman is my favorite author and Charles Vess is a good artist. I think this is Neil Gaiman's first book adaptation that has made it to "Feature length film" status... Anyway I really enjoyed this movie, it has action, adventure, comedy, romance.
Many critics compare it to "The Princess Bride" and say that they are similar. But I don't think that is true. Stardust is more serious than The Princess Bride which is more of a comedy than anything else. Stardust is also more violent thanks to director Matthew Vaughn who also directed "Layer Cake" a film about gangsters. I was skeptical of the director choice at first, but after seeing Stardust I would say it was a good choice.
Stardust Trailer: http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/stardust/
Sunday: Alone time
Sunday afternoon I decided to have some alone time with just me and my journal. I won't tell you what I wrote in my journal because its a secret. But I think it was a good journal entry and I am glad that I wrote it. Maybe one day I'll share it with someone, maybe.
After Church in the evening I had an hour to kill before College and Careers Bible Study so crossed the street to watch some cricket... yes there is cricket in Abbotsford BC Canada, who knew?! Apparently it is quite popular among the East Indian population in Abbotsford. I think that I caught the end of a game of cricket but I am confused. I thought cricket was some sort of team sport but when the thing that ended the game happened, everyone seemed to be very excited... and I have no idea how it happened really! I think I should play cricket some day.
Cricket Wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cricket
Monday, August 6, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
This image displays Lamuel, Objective Ministries christian mascot decapitating Habu the elephant (which represents religions with many gods) while Mr. Gruff the atheist runs out of harms way. When I look at this image, Christ's love does not come to mind.
If this is a Christian, I am ashamed to be one. I am ashamed of all that things that have been done in the name of Christianity such as the crusades, killing abortionists, trying to convert natives, money extorting televangelist to name a few. I am also ashamed of all the things that Christianity has neglected such as the poor, the homeless, the prisoner, the hungry, loving gay people, caring for people with AIDS., etc,... I am sorry for not being a vessel of God's love in this world. Please forgive me.
As a Christian, I like Lamuel because it forces me to re-evaluate my purpose in this world. Whenever I think about, or see Lamuel I will think "Am I really loving my neighbor today?" Lately this summer I have felt a bit guiltily of not loving my neighbor. I am part of a small group at church and we don't do anything to help those in our community. That really makes me quite ashamed.
Christ loves me and everyone else (yes everyone) in the world that he laid down his very life to save us. God says that the wages of sin is death. The sacrifice that Jesus made saves us from death. Jesus: Dying so you don't have to. I wish I would display love like the love that Jesus displayed.
If anyone is interested about reading more about Christian spirituality, I fully recommend "Blue Like Jazz" by Donald Miller. Please feel free to leave comments. It's nice to know that people are listening, thanks!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
But then I thought, wait a minute... boycotting fireworks because they remind me of war is kind of ignorant. I am thankful that I realize that there is war out there and people are dying. I am glad that I have the insight to pull that out after going to the fireworks. I am sure that there are many people in the world who do not think about war and ignore it and just live in there own little world. Fireworks make me aware and that is a good thing.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
It makes me think how often i ignore God when I go to work, hang out with my friends, or spend time alone. God is the sort of person that we should take with us everywhere.
I am reminded of a skit that was performed during Worship 937 last semester that starts with a girl deciding that she is going to spend some quality time with Jesus. So she opens her bible and begins to read. suddenly there is a knock at the door and two friends are there enticing her to come to a party with them. She tells them that she can't go but then they tell her that a certain boy will be there at the party. Now she really wants to go and makes for the door, only Jesus (personified) stays right by her side. She does not want to take Jesus with her because she will be ashamed if Jesus sees her at that kind of party, so she tries to make him stay. She tries to tell him that she will spend time when she gets back and tells him to wait but Jesus remains at her side. Finally she is so frustrated that she grabs some spikes and a hammer and crucifies Jesus to the wall and walks out the door to the party.
Sometimes I really feel that God is like that in my life. I think sometimes that I try to leave God at home whilst I work and play; only to dust him off every few days. How can I know God if I don't spend time with him? It's not just alone time with God but ALL times with God. I should be able to take him to work or down to the coffee shop or to the movies, band not be ashamed to have him there side by side.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Should I book the church now for... hmm... 2 years in advance (I think I could even get my mom to move the exact date as well) in an effort to avoid the $300 fee? Or is that just too cheap, even for someone of dutch descent?
Monday, July 2, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Oh yeah, I went to another wedding this weekend. My friends Terry and Ivory from BC got married yesterday in Yale BC. (the town/village of Yale is beyond Hope) They had their wedding in a historic church that is nearly 150 years old! It was a small, simple, and beautiful service. Later there was a reception at a church in Hope. As a guestbook type thing that had a picture frame that everyone signed. I signed it with 'Ken "Timmy" Timmermans". Back in the day I used to frequent the Tim Hortons across from the movie theater in Mission after watching a movie with the couple and other friends; that's where they nicknamed me "Timmy". I think Ivory even suggested that I should name my son Timmy... Timmy Timmermans, I'm not sure about that.
There was also scrumptious finger food, fiddletastic violin playing, a bunch of people I didn't know, a bunch of people I did know, an ICE CREAM wedding cake, and... punch. After the reception we drove around Hope honking our car horns in a big envoy of vehicles. Hopes not that big so it doesn't take very long.
Here are a few pictures that I took. (other people have many more photos that are much better quality than the ones I took) Enjoy!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
It starts out with a bunch of people over at my parents house, apparently top watch movies or something all night. I know its all night because Shelley, the one organizing it told me about the pancake breakfast after. I get irritated because I know that I would seriously dislike having people watch movies all night when I am trying to sleep before work the next day. My dad is in the kitchen and there is a large brown snake with black spots curled up on the counter quite close to my dad's hand. People I recognize here are Shelley, Dad, Derrick, and Jebarre.
I leave home and go to some sort of religious setting. Its a big room with an extremely high ceiling and it has a huge statue in the center of the room. The statue is all white, is egg/chalice shaped, and has several head busts attached to it that seem to float in mid air. There are people crawling around this massive statue with their heads scrapping the ground. I think I see my mother doing this, but I am not sure. There are also people standing around the statue watching the people crawl around it. They are listening to a man saying something from a speaker somewhere. People I recognize here are Mom.
The statue room creeps me out so I decide to go on vacation. I am doing some sort of winter sport on a mountain and I go over a jump but I wipe out. Good thing there was a camera stationed right there to catch it. I get up and the landscape changes (much like seasons change). Its not a mountain anymore but a river of melting snow and water. I see my cousin Erica and possibly her parents on the other side of the snow-melt river and tell them they are on the wrong side. I walk on and find a path. The path is alongside a clean looking lake at the base of a mountain, the kind of scene people make postcards out of. In the lake is a women lying on an air mattress. She has grey hair, but looks about 50. I toss a puzzled look (while she catches) and I walk on. Next to the lake is a tavern. I enter the tavern and it turns out to be part of a larger building, a hotel perhaps. Everything is made of wood and it feels like it's from a western. There are people everywhere, all dressed like western movies city folk, sitting, talking, moving about, a real busy place. At this point I think about something, but I can't remember what. Then I sense that some people around me are becoming suspicious of me for some reason. At this I pull out a gun ( a small WOODEN pistol) and start to find an exit. No one chases me but I get startled look wherever I run. Eventually I find a bar at the other end of the building which has an exit. I now find myself outside in a city near the ocean. The women form the lake is sitting on the dock but is not startled to see me waving my wooden pistol around.
And That is when I woke up.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
That was everyones general experience of the wedding. Now let me tell you mine. I was responsible for taping a video of the wedding which is generally a new experience for me. Part way through the wedding I accidentally dropped the camera which hit the record button. So for a few minutes I didn't notice and then hit record again. This means there is a chunk missing from the wedding.
I was really disappointed and it cast a looming shadow over my entire day. I did have fun at the reception, but I was not myself. Normally I would have taken my camera and taken a ton of pictures but I didn't want to screw up and take crappy pictures all night. I already screwed up one thing that day.
I managed to get up to the mic to say a few words to the bride and groom about their new life together. I said that I was blessed to have them in the small group and that God had great things for them in their marriage. I meant to comment on how fortunate we were to have them in our group. About the time when Amanda chose a verse before going to to Whyte Ave. to sing and hand out food only to have a street person, Lenard, read that same verse and affirm God's presence in Her life. About what a good friend and leader Dave has been in my own life and at King's. Thinking about it, I had so much to say, but I only said a few words.
I felt disgraced that day. I disgraced myself and did not allow myself to be the me that God made me to be. But I am very glad that God, my spiritual dad, does not disgrace me. The is nothing I can do to make him remove his grace from me because he love me so much :) I am glad that I can turn to him if I am feeling down and that he can love me for who I am.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
The next day I had to pay my tuition deposit and it's a very good thing that I did this because it was the last day that I would be able to do so. Later I went to Whyte Ave. to shop for a father's day present and to try on some hats at a decent hat store there. I didn't buy any hats yet, but I might when I return for school in the fall.
When I got home from Whyte Ave. I went for a walk with my little cousin Chelsey. We walked and talked about school and stuff in the park and the ravine near the place where I was staying. Entering the ravine was definitely a mistake. It was infested with large mosquitoes that attacked us in swarms. Needless to say, we were bit a few times.
Later I went to the wedding rehearsal where I practiced my vidoegrapher skilllz. (sorry, my skills are not actually mad enough to be spelt skillz.) This afternoon is the real thing. I hope it turns out alright. We ended off the night by stuffing ourselves at the Buffet Royale and doing some decorating at the reception hall. Buffet Royale had very good Chinese cuisine, very good western cuisine and even a chocolate fountain, Yummy :)
so after all that preparation and build up the big day is upon my friends Dave and Amanda. In about 7 hours the will be married!
I will probablt post a few picture when this is all over, either here or on facebook.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Tonight we are having the stag and stagettes. I was charged with planning Dave's stag because his best man, his brother, has never been to Edmonton and he doesn't know what to do there. Because I went to college with Dave I know the city a bit, but I don't get out much so I don't know it well. I think this stag is going to be lame. Seriously, I don't know why he choses me to plan these things.
I wish I could say that I am going on vacation for four days but a friend's wedding is actually alot of work. In addition to the stag I am also being a videographer for the wdding and doing a bunch of things to prepare for school in Edmonton next fall. A lot of work and nervousness, here is hoping that I will have fun doing it all!
Saturday, June 9, 2007
From Neil Gaiman's novel, Anansi Boys:
His father made a "tch" noise and held the feather up to the light. "this is a beautiful feather," said his father. "You don't want it to get all manky. She won't take it back if it's all messed up." Mr. Nancy ran his hand over the feather, and it was perfect. He frowned at it. "Now, you'll just mess it up again." He breathed on his fingernails, polished them against his jacket. Then he seemed to have arrived at a decision. He removed his fedora and slipped the feather into the hatband. "Here. You could do with a natty hat anyway." He put the hat onto Fat Charlie's head. "It suits you," he said.
Fat Charlie sighed. "Dad. I don't wear hats. It'll look stupid. I'll look a complete tit. Why do you always try to embarrass me?" In the fading light, the old man looked at his son. "You think I'd lie to you? Son, all you need to wear a hat is attitude. And you got that. You think I'd tell you you looked good if you didn't? You look real sharp. You don't believe me?"
Fat Charlie said, "Not really."
"Look," said his father. He pointed over the side of the bridge. The water beneath them was still and smooth as a mirror, and the man looking up at him from the water looked real sharp in his new green hat.
Fat Charlie looked up to tell his father that maybe he had been wrong, but the old man was gone.
He stepped of the bridge into the dusk.
I just finished reading this book for the second time and I really enjoyed it... again. Every time I read it I consider getting a fedora for myself. A fedora is a really classy hat like one that Indiana Jones wears. After reading Anansi Boys this time, I decided to get me a fedora. It's not a green one like the one Fat Charlie gets from his father. I don't think I have enough attitude to wear a green fedora. I got a brown corduroy fedora that matches my brown corduroy jacket, I hope that I have enough attitude to at least pull that off!. Here are some pictures...
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
As I was hammering fruitlessly away at a nail that didn't want to go in straight, my co-worker Blair asked me jokingly if I built a tree fort as a kid. Thinking back I never needed to build a tree fort. As a kid I would just climb the tree branches themselves and hangout in the trees. There isa park behind my parents house with several good climbing trees. My friends used to play games like capture the flag, fort knox, glycolgen, and town amongst those trees... Fun times!
On Sunday I rediscovered the joys of treeclimbing when some of my nephews asked if I could play in the park with them I climbed this one tree within view of my parents back yard. I must have climbed a good fourty or fifty feet up. It freaked my mom out. Needless to say, after seeing how easy it was to climb this tree, I did not help my little nephew into the tree. A boy could climb that tree for hours, the adventures that it would bring, only to fall and die a gruesome death?... No thanks, I don't want that on my conscience, especially within view of their parents, eek.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Just wondering you know, maybe no one wants to hang out or I'm too boring or whatever.
Just a thought.
Tomorrow I'm going to Victoria for a day to see a museum exibit about the Titanic at the Royal BC Museum. Too bad it's not at the Wax Museum in Victoria. I really liked that place. It's probalby the only thing I remember about Victoria since it has been quite awhile since I've been there.
I've heard of a couple people who dream of travelling to Victoria and starting a new life there, out near the ocean waves and the great nature of Vancouver Island. It sounds wonderful but sometimes I think it's just a dream, moving away and starting new... Is that possible? I'm glad I'm only there for the one day.
Speaking of dreams, I've been having some recently which is always exciting. A few nights ago I drempt I was back at King's taking a philosopy class with Dr. Dudiack. It was about modren Italian Philosophers. I remeber him saying in my dream that there used to be lots of notable philosophers there in the past but gradually notable philosophers began to originate elsewhere in other parts of europe and america. Its probably not all true so don't quote me on that.
Another dream I had, just last night involved ducks and rabbits. For some reason the ducks had made a home/nest in a cavran/hole in the ground. I stepped away from the hole towards a small ,steep, brown, grassy hill going down. As I neared the edge I realized that it wasn't brown grass, it was dozens of rabbits sitting ontop of eachother to form a hill! The pile of rabbits collapsed as I was at the hills edge. I imagined that they would be quite angery at me and remebered the killer white rabbit from "Monty Python's Search for the Holy Grail" so I chose to wake up instead of being eaten alive.
There was more to those dreams but I can't remember all of them.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Even before I woke up this morning I suspected it would not be a pleasent Tuesday. At work it seem that something was bound to go wrong with whatever I was working on. Little annoying things like a bolt getting stripped or some obscure little bracket peice missing from a sealed package of components. These little things take longer than you think to resolveand yet the day still drags on at a snails pace. On top of that I have two different supervisors telling that I need to build two different peices of equipment at the same time. I'm working in a machine shop this summer that builds various types of farm equipment that are designed to be pulled by a tractor. Anyway, my two direct supervisors don't really talk to eachother and do not know what the other has planned for people to do, it happens alot.
Also I feel like my body is sore in half a dozen places and I have a n ugly festering wound on my toe. Don't worry, I've cleaned it up since I took that photo.
Let me think, what else is broken... not my heart, yet, but definately my social life. That is probably my biggest broken thing. I wonder alot why no one ever calls me up to chat or hangout on a weekday ( or even on weekends really...). It seems that its always in my hands to make first contact and I've never been comfortable with that. I wonder what normal people do on weekdays...
I guess that's all for now...