raccoons and love birds

ah, spring. t'is here in all it's glory and who isn't loving it? crocuses have sprung from a dingy pot on my fire escape. who knew life was lurking there?

had a nice weekend. it began with a wily raccoon rubbing his adorable nose against my window. i took a video cause he was so terribly cute. awwww.

then i went to burnaby to visit eben. we walked to a tiny patch of trees that i can't bring myself to grace with the title 'forest', but it was peaceful nonetheless. a creek burbled by, and ladies in spandex 'halloooed' us. we walked for a while, and i realized it had been many a moon since i had escaped from the urban.

(ah, the politics of nature. been reading one of my prof's books lately about clayoquat sound. the cultural construction that is wilderness, the lies we tell ourselves as tourists. it's much more complicated than that, but, y'know)

anyways. i got to play with the hensby family bird who took a liking to my shoulder. and then on sunday i got to go to chinatown, wander the classical gardens, drink bubble tea till i felt ill, and peruse the dusty crowded shelves of many a kitchy store.

so yah. i feel pretty grateful for everything. spring, a lovely weekend, and so much more to come. maybe even some cross country skiing next weekend!

oh bjork.

some art-fart humor.

cynicism and greener grass

so. it seems that almost everyone i've talked to in the last week has had work woes. it has made me a bit depressed about everything, because, well, look at us all with our university degrees getting dicked around by a bunch of unappreciative slave drivers.

(well, actually, i love my job right now, my boss is a lovely woman and i'm totally appreciated. but i've definitely been in worse situations)

but yeah. what is it about us young educated kids with no direction, slopping around in the juices of the service industry? or perhaps the administrative industry? why can't any of us figure it out?

i guess it's just that none of us are really trained for anything specific. we have been educated enough to be bitter about minimum wage and menial jobs, but we are not trained to know what we want, or how to get it. what exactly did we think would happen once we pranced off with our bachelors of arts?

oh dear. i'm coming across as a bit of a bitter cliché.

i've just been looking into master's programs lately and feeling a bit...a bit... well, cynical. will yet another degree make any difference in my life's direction? in my level of success? of accomplishment? or am i just grasping at the university life-line in order to feel like there's just a wee bit of meaning to my existence?

sigh.

on the bright side, spring is coming!