fickle things.

What I did on my week off:

Maggie is leaving for far off places for who knows how long, so Jane and I had a goodbye dinner for her. At this dinner we destroyed a very big dish of lasagna. 

Ate pulled bbq sandwiches and pie.

With these guys:

Sean rolled through town. He was pretty tired.

Jane and I have been going to the Kitsilano Farmers Market the past couple of Sundays. We shared this amazing nutella brioche. Oh my gawd.

I have discovered my most favorite peach, the white champagne peach: 

I always liked the idea of peaches, and thought they were nice and all and appreciated them, but I always found the yellow ones a bit on the tart side, making it hard to fall in love with them. But these peaches, just sweet and juicy, I do, do love these. 

I turned 23.

And this is what I looked like for most of the end of that night, rolling around on the floor, laughing uncontrollably.

Celebration/Extremely Dreamy

For the most part, September, you rule.


Today is Joel's, the owner of Tangelwood and Brigid's books, birthday. It is also the third anniversary of Brigid's Books, celebrate! I made him a little card and also bought some truffles from Chocolaterie de la Nouvelle France which Tobias and I stumbled upon while walking on Main Street. I had the dreamiest truffle there, it was a black currant tea truffle, the instant I stuck it in my mouth I was amazed at how fruity it was (I find with a lot of truffles that it says it tastes like something, but it rarely ever does, and if it does, it's too subtle for my unrefined palate) and how SOFT! Truffles are usually kind of hard because it is dipped in chocolate, but this lady just rolled it in cocoa powder, and gosh it melted so nice in my mouth.

Man I am still dreaming and thinking about it.

I am not exaggerating here, but that truffle was almost...revelatory! It tasted so good that it is now my standard for a good truffle, how they should be, soft, intense, and uh...extremely dreamy.

expectations.

Everything and nothing to say.
You know?

So I am now officially 22 and it was the first birthday in a long time or possibly ever where I didn't really make much of a big deal of it in my head. I always feel kind of shitty or insanely slummy on my birthday because no matter how hard I try, I have expectations and they are always unmet or unfulfilled and the day ends up feeling so anti climatic and I have all these self-loathing feelings for acting like such a big spoiled kid. I'd have such conflicting feelings, I would want to stay in bed and not talk to anyone but to also be out doing significant meaningful things and say hi to everyone and have everyone say hi to me and eat cake. But this year was different, everything felt fine, things felt okay and there were pleasant surprises (small things) that left me more than fulfilled.

I have been thinking about expectations, and how having them sometimes leads to disappointment. I started thinking that maybe you shouldn't go into anything with expectations, or if you do, to have some pretty low ones. Then I was reading a tv review in the metro and the reviewer said something to the effect of, "This show will be enjoyable if you have low expectations." And seeing that in print and reading it, that idea of having to have to have low expectations in order to enjoy something just suddenly seemed so retaaaarded. It sounded like such a cop out, that the show would be excusable if you kind of turned off your mind and your thinking and your questioning, the things that makes things more interesting, more meaningful, less shitty. If you have to have low expectations for something, you probably shouldn't even be bothering with it anyways . It's better then to have appropriate expectations, reasonable expectations, and they can be seen as high or low, but they are specific to the situation, its context, and I think that leads to better feelings.

I think at least.

it could be home.

March:

Spaghetti and Manhattan:


A photoshoot:

photo either by Yvonne or Jason Edwards
That backdrop was the bane of Alex's existence.

A birthday:

Happy Birthday Jane, you looked pretty that night.