“I am so OVER this darn assignment”
“So just put something together and hand it in”
“But I only got 85% on my last assignment so I need to do well on this one if I’m going to keep my 4.0.”
“Well Gill, sometimes you just need sacrifice a lamb.”
“Are you comparing my lab report to Jesus?!?”
“Aaaah, yes. I guess I am.”
(not that there has been anything regular about my writing) to remind you that there is a conference going on this weekend.
I’ll be there. If you’re in Victoria, you should be too! (If you’re close to Victoria, you should think about coming!) Besides, if you come, you’ll be able to wish me Happy Birthday. 🙂
Is it wrong to want credit for your work? I’m not a professional photographer, by any means, but I am proud of the photos that I take (or the ones that are good enough to share) and I enjoy sharing them with (willing) people.
After a recent adventure, I gave some photos I had taken to a friend of her and her family. Somehow, they ended up in a group bank of photos and now five of them have found their way into a documentary of that adventure. Four photographers are credited at the conclusion of the documentary. I am not one of them.
It is a little thing, but is it wrong to be upset about that? [Additional background information: I mentioned it one of the producers after the original screening, and he said he’d look after it.] Now that the documentary has been distributed, there isn’t much I can do about getting my name in there. I could ask to have my photos removed from the database, but that seems petty. Or is it? I just don’t like the idea of people using my photos without my permission or without getting the credit for it.
…its Monday.
The question that I usually ask myself about now is “Where did the weekend go?”
It was stunningly gorgeous this weekend. I took a ferry to Vancouver Friday afternoon and basked in sunshine on the outer deck the entire way. My reading and enjoyment of the outdoors was momentarily interrupted by a whale sighting (“Attention passengers, we will be passing some killer whales on the starboard side” “Starboard side? Starboard side?!?! Where is the starboard side??” “Relax. You’re on the starboard side.” = Infestation of every single passenger on board, blocking my sunshine and view.). But, I did get a tan (I have sandal lines to prove it!) and I did enjoy my book.
Yesterday, enjoying the continuing sunshine (for part of the day), the fact that I had finished my paper for the week the previous day, and Victoria Harbour Ferries free rides all morning, I harbour ferry hopped and then wandered markets and shops. After obtaining a hot, soy mocha from one of my favourite coffee standards in the Cook Street Village, I sat on a bench over-looking the ocean and Olympic mountains, reading some more.
Today: it rained and was overcast and muggy. And it fit my mood: I had to work. Goodbye weekend.
Last weekend. Port Alberni. Sun seting and we’re out walking.
What do the above have in common?
Nothing, actually, that I know of. I just encountered all today, in reverse order of the title.
The day began with a trip to the dentist. It was time for my annual check-up and I made sure the hygienist was aware of the molestation my gums have received in past visits. Result: I left without sore or bleeding gums, plus a new toothbrush and floss. She was new, which may account for her being a little easier on me, but apparently whatever I am doing is working because I got high praise all around and even managed to get in a plug for my favourite, natural toothpaste (no more chemicals for me, thanks, especially after reading stuff here.)
Then, it was coffee down near Cadboro Bay with a friend. The sun was shining, it was warm hot, and we sat outside. I only just managed to wait the requisite 30-45 minutes after fluoride for eating/drinking.
After a couple hours in the sunshine, it was a short bike ride to meet a new classmate. A girl in Victoria (who is friends with some friends of mine – small world!) just started my program, so we had tea and chatted about our backgrounds, what we want to do with our degrees, challenges of the program, and random other psych-geek stuff. It was pretty great.
Now, I’m at home. I’ve been at home for a few hours. I have not accomplished any homework. But, the sun is shining, the Habs are still in the playoffs, I’m going to Vancouver tomorrow for a birthday party, and I just drank a fruit smoothie: all is right with the world.
The last two weeks have gone by so fast that I’m not really sure what happened. Last Tuesday I could have sworn that I had only gotten home from Montreal the night before; apparently it had been the previous week. I’m still trying to figure out where the last five days have gone.
No Friday Photo today, that I can think of. I’ve been too busy to take many pictures this week and most of the ones I did take were crap…
But, I’m headed to Bamfield this weekend so that will be great and wonderful and fantastic. Hopefully also productive as I still have school work to finish for the week…
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