from flickr
had a crappy day. could complain about it but instead here is something useful
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07/12/2009
04/14/2009
A blog post by any other name would smell as sweet...
paired with Chopin Nocturne Op.9 No.2 (Arthur Rubinstein) - simply lovely
The windy grey skies outside are fitting for this peaceful morning. A few things have happened already today. I woke up with a headache at 5:30 am which is weird because I never get headaches. I went to my meeting with my advisor at 9 am and we worked through my ethics document which I can now send off :D. I came to the library after and and saw my soul mate ;) too bad she doesn’t know it. Now I am drinking coffee, listening to Chopin, and feeling calm and relaxed.
Tonight some friends and I are going to a movie downtown. I am looking forward to it. Before then I plan to write a lot of my methodology chapter down. Get the words in my head down in pixels I guess. I kinda just feel like drinking coffee and listening to music all day though. It’s too bad I can’t be magically transported to a beach somewhere with a warm breeze where I could lay on the sand, stare at the blue sky, and just chill.
In other news I am getting myself into some hot water lately with friends. Par for the course I guess. I think this is one of those circumstances where time will mend all. I hope it does.
I suppose I will get back to it then, work that is. It is going to feel so weird when I am finally done. So many people around me are so caught up in their work. People love to focus on the crunch and heft of their thesis but when it is all said and done I know it will be the process that defines the work and this time in my life and not some black bound book I can place on my shelf and never read again.
Until we talk again blog readers… be well.
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03/07/2009
Overheard at a Coffee Shop
Here I sit in my hipster kingdom. The soft sounds of jazz, bebop, and scat falling down around me. The rain is drizzling outside and the silver sky reveals no indication of what the future will bring.
I just finished some coding, cracked a problem I was having. The solution was a function using a function using a function to return a word. It would have been so much cooler had it been done on a Mac Book Pro. Time to break and write.
This cafe, or as it sometimes more affectionately know the coffee hole, on a weekend is a very different beast then on a quiet midweek evening. The people are different, the vibe is different, and the sun is known to shine in through the curtained windows (this is not happening today however). Girls gossip with one another, couple laugh about being happy, awkward first dates happen, other people sit quietly reading, doing work on their computers, or staring off into space.
What does one hear if one tries to take in all the sounds of the coffee house? Right now I hear jose gonzalez, a first date taking about what they do at school, a low rumble behind the counter, the sounds of glasses “clanging”, the pitch of womens’ voices on the other side of the room. The room smells of orange pekoe and is cool from the dampness outside.
What draws this strange mix of people here? Is it the coffee? No, I don’t believe so. The coffee here isn’t very good after all. Why this place? The atmosphere of being in a house of coffee is something perhaps special. It is inviting for conversation, surrounded by other people but everyone trapped and isolated in their own words and worlds. Perhaps the flat grey horizon outside permeates inside as well giving shape and colour and feeling to the whole environment of sharing and caffeine that make this place so special to so many people.
The abstract vibrant paintings on the wall speak of dull pink acrylics and glossy baby blue oils. The rumble of this place speaks of its organic nature. Ever changing, always the same, the conversations overheard at a coffee shop remain unchanged, unbroken, unique, and alive.
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