“He looked into the water and saw that it was made up of a thousand thousand thousand and one different currents, each one a different color, weaving in and out of one another like a liquid tapestry of breathtaking complexity. . . . these were the Streams of Story, and that each colored strand represented and contained a single tale.  Different parts of the Ocean contained different sorts of stories, and as all the stories that had ever been told and many that were still being invented could be found here, the Ocean of the Streams of Story was in fact the biggest library in the universe.  And because the stories were held here in fluid form, they retained the ability to change, to become new versions of themselves, to join up with other stories and so become yet other stories; so that unlike a library of books, the Ocean of the Streams of Story was much more than a storeroom of yarns.  It was not dead, but alive.”

-Salman Rushdie, Haroun & the Sea of Stories

m

1 hatchback named Terrence
3 eager passengers
2 songs stuck in my head forever
3 pounds of trailmix
1 forced night’s stay in “Revelstuck”
713 kilometres
2 classy motels
4000 ft of vertical
109876 sore muscles

__________________________

= 1 excellent trip & successful avoidance of death

Happy winter-ing, everyone~

-m

• So much homework. Leave school frazzled
• Head to grocery store to “get a few things”
• Buy too many things, lug things home with scowl on face in bus full of coughing strangers
• Get very excited by existence of groceries
• Make 3 miniature dinners out of said groceries
• Decide to watch horror movie alone in room to “keep awake” while “working on my paper”
• Feel overcome with guilt about blatant procrastination
• Decide to do laundry to feel productive
• Remember upon entering basement laundry room that light flickers for many seconds before coming on
• Realize I just watched a horror movie and am really scared
• Notice someone else’s clothes are sitting in the washer
• Stand perplexed for a millisecond about the conundrum
• Start shovelling stranger’s wet clothes out of washer
• Come to realization I am touching some random dude’s  undergarments
• Become very anxious I’ve made the wrong choice and start unloading faster in fear the stranger will enter and find me fondling his laundry with my pyjamas on and hair up in an odd french-braid/ponytail/bun
• Load my laundry hurriedly
• Spill soap all over self in frenzy of self-actualized creepiness
• Literally sprint back up to safety of apartment
• Curse Netflix for allowing me to watch a scary movie
• Eat some yogurt covered raisins
• Write blog entry about day

THE END

A leaf from the Gutenberg Bible, printed in the 1450s. First known book to be printed with the moveable type printing press. Make note.

Playing with moveable type.

Letter press. To my dismay, we weren’t actually allowed to play with this one.

Lucky #13.

Before heading back to school, stopped in at Bandidas with Hannah & Dani for some breakfast eats. On a separate note, I’ve been inspired to bake cornbread.

Dani and Meaghan very smiley about cornbread and letter press.

THE END.

-m

…and for my hair doing whatever its little heart desires. Steadfast, little buddy.

-m

One big scare, 10 rescuers, and an IV bag later, he’s doing fine and back to his regular, doggy self.

-m

And so, as I am constantly reminded to appreciate the little things in life, here is a tribute to new beginnings in 2011, and the simple things that can be oh-so-beautiful (captured via my new phone’s camera. Props):

Happy 2011~

-m

After being away for 6 months, it’s nice to have everyone home for the holidays. Definitely a time to be thankful for the people you have in your life. Here, there, everywhere. Afterall, the best things in life aren’t things.

Some Christmas captures:

Family Christmas 2010. This was minutes before the dog bit the cat in the rear, and the cat threw up in slow motion under the tree as we all watched in horror. Memories.

Dog + boy reunion. Cutest.

Happy holiday to you & yours~

-m

Also, gave an early Christmas present to the puppy (only present I’ve bought thus far). Stuffed baby beluga.

Missed this little face!