6:01pm, September 29, 2014 | 2 notes

On my phone’s weather app, I have saved the locations of my long-distance partners: Canadian cities across different provinces, and Iran (or sometimes the UAE, depending) . Although it shouldn’t surprise me much, my hometown of Winnipeg is currently the coldest.

Sometimes it feels lonely.


2:02pm, September 29, 2014 | 2 notes

Something that I’ve been learning more as I grow: a partner needn’t be my everything.  I don’t have to expect my partner to provide every sort of thing I would want from human interaction. 

I’ve known this for a while in terms of, like, romantic partners.  But I’m finding it also applies to friends.  I don’t need to be able to talk about math to all of my friends—though it certainly helps.  But I also don’t need to be able to talk about work with all of my friends.  Nor about my family, my past, my secrets… 

One of the things I love most about meeting people and getting to know them is feeling out the shape I take on when I’m around them.  One person may bring out some artistic nature; another might bring out cold, calculating judgement; and so on.  No one person will bring out every aspect of me just by their own virtue—though being in different situations with them might.  And that’s okay.

“You are personally responsible for becoming more ethical than the society you grew up in.”

6:01pm, September 28, 2014 | 195,065 notes

Eliezer Yudkowsky 

Being a “product of their times” is no excuse. Never let someone off the hook for bigotry. 

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#reblog  #quotes 
2:01pm, September 27, 2014 | 390,083 notes





my type of public transportation 

“Why were you late in today?”
“Oh, I got tied up on the subway…”

I was always 50/50 on whether to reblog this but the last comment pushed it to like 95/5 in favor.

"What’s our stop?"
"You’ll get off when I tell you to."





my type of public transportation 

“Why were you late in today?”

“Oh, I got tied up on the subway…”

I was always 50/50 on whether to reblog this but the last comment pushed it to like 95/5 in favor.

"What’s our stop?"

"You’ll get off when I tell you to."

(via this-is-eirikur)

#reblog  #humour 
2:01pm, September 26, 2014

If you’re seeing this, then I’ve reached the end of my queue.  I have no idea when I’ll have more posts ready to go.  School is hard.


6:01pm, September 25, 2014 | 2 notes

After writing that post, I kept thinking, and I think I’ve come up with a clearer way to explain what I was pondering about.  Analogy time!

Getting to know a person is like studying a landscape.

Because we’re 3-dimensional creatures, we can only see the surfaces of other 3-dimensional objects.  And if we want to see what’s inside, under, above, behind an object, we have to either move ourselves, or the object. 

Grant inadvertently made an analogy and I loved it:  Turning over rocks; inspecting something in finer detail to understand what else is going on in or around it.

So maybe as I grow as a person, when I meet people and metaphorically survey their landscape, I notice more rocks because my perception has grown with me.  I notice that there are more things to investigate. 

Turning over a rock takes effort; and depending on the size of the rock, could significantly alter the landscape.

Now the question becomes: When getting to know someone closely enough to care about them, how many rocks am I comfortable leaving unturned?

2:01pm, September 25, 2014

Was chatting with an architect about his fellow student’s clever-but-not-so-useful design for a chair. He later said he liked that I could appreciate something about design.

"Well," I told him, "I do know a thing or two about forms and functions."

6:01pm, September 24, 2014 | 128,683 notes



Your character falls into the “friend zone” - Is this primarily a man’s problem, or are women put in the friend zone as well? x



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2:01pm, September 24, 2014 | 1 note

River View Chinese restaurant in Thompson, MB.

Wonderful food, wonderful people. Will definitely go again next time I’m in the area.

I Am So Sick Of This Meme

6:01pm, September 23, 2014 | 28 notes



1. I have been seeing variations on this joke every month for years. I am so bored of them. I want them to stop.

2. Linguistic prescriptivism is stupid and offensive. Sometimes we make new words from roots that come from different languages, this is just how English works. For example: automobile, television, and homosexual.

3. Making it sound like you are attacking a kind of relationship or sexuality as the setup for a joke is just not the funniest sort of joke.


2:01pm, September 23, 2014 | 3 notes

As I’ve grown, I’ve continually asked myself how much I care about other people’s baggage.

As I get older, it will take others longer to get to know me (even if just because I’ll have had more experiences shape me), and it will take me longer to get to know others (even if just because I’ll have to keep more stories in line).  How much do I care to know?

Over the last two years or so, I’ve gotten much better at deciding when I don’t need to bother with someone.  Some people, I just don’t need to care about pleasing or understanding—they don’t deserve any especial patience or time out of my day—because they’re bad for me.

So now this is what I’m wrestling with: How deeply do I need to know someone in order to interact with them?  How deeply do I need to know their secrets to care about them?

When I was younger, I hungered for that knowledge.  I wanted to be able to take perfect care of my partner, and that meant I needed as much information as possible. 

Two things:

I was younger, less experienced; so every new person I met was new.  So getting to know someone meant learning everything explicitly.  Now that I have a bit more experience meeting people, I’ve had exposure to more people, and I can understand people faster, because I recognise patterns.

But of course, no one pattern applies perfectly to two individuals. 

So the struggle is in this: In how fine of detail do I need to understand someone and have them be a part of my life?  How deep of secrets can I accept a partner having?

6:01pm, September 22, 2014 | 1 note

Popeye’s Drive-In burger joint in Thompson, MB.

2:01pm, September 22, 2014 | 2 notes

Aug 16: Lemon drop chiles.

6:01pm, September 21, 2014

Aug 16: Last big tomato harvest of the season.

Brandywine never seems to do well for us.  This was its first tomato that ripened.  I probably won’t try to grow it again next year.

Ball’s Beefsteak seems fairly productive for a late-season tomato.  Will try to grow it again next year.

Always Black Krim.  Always. 

And I’ll definitely try to plant Berkley’s Tie-Dye again next year!!  

In addition to these mid to late -season tomatoes, I also picked a few apples, cherry tomatoes, and pulled a few carrots just for curiosity.

2:01pm, September 21, 2014

Aug 16: Berkley’s Tie Dye tomatoes.

My phone-camera doesn’t capture reds very well, so I’ve tried poking around with filters to show off the beautiful stripes running longitudinally along the tomatoes. 

Sadly, I didn’t get to eat many of these tomatoes, as I left for work shortly after.  But the friends I gave these to said they were very tasty!