Thursday, February 25, 2010

Funny Thing.

Dear Globlets,

This morning I felt like listening to Fool's Overture by Supertramp. I hadn't heard it in a long time. I was singing to myself, "doodooodoododo. doodoo.dodo. doodoodoodoo." So, obviously I had to play it on my iPod. And I did. But I had to leave so I didn't listen to the whole song.

Several hours later I turn on my iPod. The second song that plays? Fool's Overture. I'm listening to it right now.

It's hilarious, I know...

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Stuck in the Middle.

Song of the Glob: Stuck in the Middle by Mika.

Dear Globlets,

I've been thinking about this for a while, but unfortunately I've been having some difficulty bringing out the words I want to say in a lot of cases. In fact, I've been thinking about a lot of things that I've been seemingly unable to put into the right words. But I want to try...

I seem to be stuck in the middle of these two different kinds of people that... are essentially the same... kind... of person. It's peculiar. Very, very peculiar. Maybe "it's what growing up is all about," but I can't identify as either of them.

One kind is the teenager. The kind of teenager television portrays to be the "normal" teenager, which of course is WRONG. That, or I'm just an exception. The problem is because people think this one way is the norm, it then becomes it whether it was intended to or not, just because nearly everyone thinks "it is the way it is." Or maybe I'm just too full of myself and I'm just thinking I'm different from everyone else when I'm not. Funny, that's exactly what many normal teenagers think - that they are different when they are not. So does that make me a typical teenager or an actual exception?

I feel teenagers are, more often than not, extremely immature and over-dramatic. (Typical teenager?) How would I know if I don't even go to high school? I have friends who go to high school, I sit on buses next to highschoolers, I have met with friends of friends who are highschoolers, I WALK BY THEM. The way they look at people/me when they go by, the way they talk to each other and about others, the way they dress, and the way they act all point to the kind of person they are. Perhaps it's judgmental, but we all judge people all the time, sometimes without even noticing. I've encountered some very cruel teenagers, but I've also met some who were most loving... The most loving teens, however, were ones that did not go to school. What is it about high school that so fucks up the minds of adolescents, where factors like manipulation and competition run high?

When I walk by a group of teens, I feel older than they are, more mature, uninterested in their (rather tragic) fashion trends, less able to follow the current high school generation's slang, less threatened than when I was younger, and more bored by them than anything else. They're a bad cliché. I don't feel like I am part of that world. I don't think I ever was, at least to a larger extent.

The other kind of person is post-teenager: the young adult. These are the kinds of women who usually look at me and think I'm a young teenager when most of the time I'm only a couple of years younger than they are, MAYBE. Not all of them, seeing as I get offered alcoholic beverages without question, but others still talk to me as if I'm much younger than they are. It's often older adults who think I'm older, too. (Excluding my landlord). It really sucks when people treat me like a child. It usually happens when I'm with my brother, who is almost as tall as me and four years younger. Then it is relatively understandable. I wonder if it's ignorant of me to think that the size of my tits, the way that I dress, the way I act, and the way I do my makeup would make me seem older than my kid-brother's female peers. I would hope it isn't ignorant of me, but I think it is. On the other hand, when I go out with my mom, we've been known to be asked if we want separate bills. Flattering for her, flattering for me, win-win. For years my mom's friends have apparently mentioned how mature I am, but when I asked some friends what they think of my maturity level, they just laughed.

There are times that I wish I could better relate to other young adults, but many times I feel like they're just as immature as teenagers. Is it because they went to high school too and they still have it in their system? There are some that I think are less like that... and by less like that I mean less assholeful. I just don't see a way for me right now to meet any mature young adults; not as long as I'm living here. You can tell me that it's because I'm not social enough because I didn't go to high school, but then you'd be wrong. I won't apologize for seeking quality in my friends instead of seeking quantity. So if that means not having a few good friends for a while longer, so be it. I wish I lived closer to some of my Camp friends because many of them are truly loving and quite mature. I don't want to sound like I don't appreciate the friends I have right now because I think they are of good quality, but it is our relationships themselves that are not of the highest quality. That's mostly because they're/we're all too busy or far away or involved with our own lives; they're too busy with their own, better relationships. I don't blame them.

It bothers me so much that I feel mature and immature at the same time. Even young, immature adults make me feel immature just because of the way they treat or even look at me. It might boil down to caring too much about what others think, but it doesn't stop me from doing things others might think is immature. For instance, I waited for 2 hours outside in the cold waiting for a ferry the other day. I could have been "mature" and stood around freezing my face off, or I could play footsie with my brother to keep warm. Guess what I did. I bet people looked at us funny, but I bet some wished they were playing too. Maybe I just don't believe in losing the fun side of myself, the "childish" side, for the sake of growing up. There's a time and a place for it, of course, and waiting in a line in the cold is a damn good time for it! Do I really have to lose that side of me so I can be "officially mature?"

I think what I look for most in a person is humility, modesty, and a realistic mindset. I also think there are too many people in the world who lack these traits. I think the majority of young people lack them. I suppose I can only hope I'll meet some fun, but sensible people when I go to Camosun College.


Camosun College. Consider this the first, though unconfirmed, announcement of my post-secondary plans. I'm going to meet with a counsellor person soon and make sure that I can get what I want with what I have and such, and I will make an official, confirmed announcement of my post-secondary plans at a later time.

If that doesn't make me feel like I'm growing up, I don't know does.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

All New and Exciting!

Dear Globlets,

If you hadn't noticed, there are now a few tabs at the top of the page. Right there ^
Under the header. The first one next to Home, titled "Food for the Yumz," is where I will upload pictures of recent food creations. On occasion I will post the recipe in a regular blog post, like I did with the mango pie. It's subject to frequent change so check it out often. I'm not sure if there will be some sort of notification method for the new Page add-on, so just keep checking.
The other one is an idea from my previous blog on FirstClass. It is a list called "Good vs. Evil" and consists of things I am for and against. There isn't much there now but as time goes on, the list will grow and hopefully become more entertaining.

You can leave comments (and questions/suggestions) on the pages and I encourage you to do so! :)

There might be more pages to come if I find something interesting enough to put up. But for now, commence the droolage and visit Food for the Yumz!

Mango Pie Recipe.

From "5 a Day, Fruit and Vegetable Cookbook," this pie is amazing. It's not as hard as you may think. I was scared of pies until I found this one. Mango is my favourite fruit, so naturally I had to make it when I found it! It's nice.

Mango Pie.

Serves Six.

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
pinch of salt
6 tablespoons solid vegetable shortening, chilled and diced
1 tablespoon sugar, plus extra for sprinkling
about 3 tablespoons cold water
beaten egg, to glaze
vanilla ice cream, to serve (optional)
For the filling
2 ripe mangoes
3 tablespoons fresh lime juice
1/2 cup sugar
1 tablespoon arrowroot mixed to a paste with 1 tablespoon water (used for thickening, similar to cornstarch)

1. Sift the flour and salt into a large mixing bowl. Rub in the butter and solid vegetable shortening with your fingertips until the mixture resembles fine bread crumbs, then stir in the sugar. Add just enough of the cold water to make a dough.

2. Knead lightly, then roll out two-thirds of the pastry and use it to line a 7-inch pie dish. Wrap the remaining pastry in plastic wrap and chill both the pastry and the pastry shell for 30 minutes.

3. Meanwhile, make the filling. Peel the mangoes and slice the flesh off the pit. Reserve half the sliced mango and coarsely chop the rest.

4. Place the chopped mango in a saucepan with the lime juice and sugar. Cover and cook for 10 minutes, or until soft. Pour in the arrowroot paste and cook, stirring all the time, until thickened. Set the filling aside to cool.

5. Preheat the oven to 375*F. Pour the cooled mango filling into the chilled pastry shell and top with the reserved mango slices. Roll out the remaining pastry to make a top crust.

6. Dampen the rim of the pastry shell and all the top crust. Crimp the edges to seal, then cut a small cross in the center to allow the steam to escape.

7. Glaze the pastry with the beaten egg and sprinkle lightly with sugar. Bake for 35-40 minutes, until the pastry is golden brown. Cool slightly on a wire rack. Serve warm with vanilla ice cream.

Variations: Make the pie using one mango and one papaya, peeled, seeded and sliced. Add a little ground cinnamon and some freshly grated nutmeg to the filling for a sweet spice flavour.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Work, Work, Work, Work, Work. Hello Boys!

Dear Globlets,

I cannot tell you how displeased I am with my absence of late. I do not do it on purpose and if I had my way I would write about atheistic ideas, bleeding body parts, food, my boyfriend, everyday complaints and depressing shit all the time, but alas, I haven't the time. I apologize.

Why, you may ask, have I not the time? Well, I would reply, maybe if you didn't interrupt my globulating... I COULD TELL YOU!
What an asshole.

It has been too long. Let me bring you up to speed:

I have a job working for the UBC School of Environmental Health. I call daycare centres to see if they're willing to help us get the info about or survey to the parents of their kids who will then sign a consent form saying they are willing to participate in the survey which is being conducted because the environmental standards for soil are under evaluation and we need to find out how much time kids under 6yrs. spend in dirt.

It's going well, for the most part. Completely out of my comfort zone, it may be, but I still call plenty of centres and meet with strangers to talk about the survey. I am what they call a "research assistant," and I do it because they pay well. And rightly so. I have to deal with some interesting people who are not always the most kind, which you may think strange seeing as they deal with children every day. However, when I call, it may seem like I'm a telemarketer and so it's easy to forget that I'm a human being too... which telemarketers, of course, are not. The foreign ones are the worst; stay far away from them, boys and girls. Actually, dealing with children may be the cause of their attitudes.

I had a rough day today. Nothing was going well. Every centre I called told me to call back later or call back tomorrow or refused to answer after they told me to call back at a certain time, and the only one that agreed to even listen to me turned out to be located in a different place than what I had written on my list. I called the number I had for the original Hillside location which is close enough to walk to, but the man told me to contact some other woman and he gave me her number. That's the number I called today. What he failed to mention (I suppose he didn't feel it mattered) was that the location was halfway up to the ferries which is 2-3 buses away. Not only are the many bus rides long, but if I took the second bus to get there by 11:00, the next one comes 3 hours later. This would mean I would be stuck in the middle of nowhere, next to the "Red Barn," which is a small market, for 3 long hours. Luckily, Friday is my mom's flex day and she has kindly offered to drive me there (and hopefully back. I wonder if I should simply assume that this is included in the deal.) Even though the appointment is for Thursday, I will call the woman, who sounded nicer than most, and see about rescheduling.

As for previous centres I've visited, many have agreed to assist us. I've gone to them, presented the survey and left the letters which they will distribute to the parents. Unfortunately there have not been many takers and no consent forms have been returned as far as I know. Sad face.
Still, I will go on, spreading the news of soil-standard-evaluating and digging at your mind to find out the level of involvement your child has in dirt. Ole'.

In my mind I felt the Ole' was appropriate. I hope it does in yours too.

And so ends the first step to what I hope will be a long line of semi-consistent globulations from yours truly. Goodnight.

Friday, February 5, 2010

On Fate & Freedom

Dear Globlets,

If they keep asking me to answer questions like this, I'll never finish this course...
This is a response for class participation something-or-rather...

Journal Question 1:
Are we controlled by fate? Is our life predestined? Or, do we have the freedom to follow our own path in life?

If all our lives are predestined, meaning the life of every single individual of the grand total of 6.8 billion individuals inhabiting the earth is already known and planned out, then we are merely pawns in ONE being's game of chess. I wonder if they wouldn't become bored (especially playing by themselves) or overwhelmed by the multitude of people in existence? And what happens when the game is over? It already is for countless people.

Children die because that is their fate; it is someone's will, some believe. Or perhaps they die so they can affect others which will later change their course in life in order to meet somebody else's desire. To what extent could we say every action we take has been planned?
"I was meant to eat this salad." Of course, every action, every thought and every moment is connected to another.
"Every action has an equal and opposite reaction." But does it have to be because someone else magically makes it happen? And why would they feel the need to?

For example, let's say you had slept in and missed the train to work. If you hadn't, you would have been in the fatal train accident where 167 commuters perished. Is that because someone is watching over you; something made you sleep in? Because... you're special and the 167 other people were not? What if you were simply tired, and if you hadn't stayed up until 1AM reading last night you would have gotten on that train and died just like the others? Some may argue that a supernatural force could have caused you to read longer than usual... while I'd argue that it was merely the brilliance of a new author whose writing you've just come to adore.

If each of our lives are pre-planned then free will does not exist. It's self-contradicting to have both in one world; they cancel each other out.

We have the freedom to choose. And whether you choose to realize that or not, it's because you have the freedom to do so.

(This doesn't mean that I don't enjoy watching the film Serendipity, of course! ;) )

There was a girl who replied with several quotes from the bible, which got me thinking, naturally. They were quotes about how god knows the plans he has for all of us. And then I realized at some point he gave us free will. How about that! -_-