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Archive for January 2010

One of my hang-ups about launching a blog is finding the right name for it, one that is aesthetically pleasing both aurally and visually. Since what I eventually settled on is just an arbitrary offshoot of “asphodel,” it follows that I would check out the pre-existing asphodel.wordpress.com, because I’m curious that way.

Turns out it’s some girl’s weight loss journal! The writing is quite good, so I read it through.

It made me sad.

Maybe it’s the weight of living under such an inferiority complex, the lengths people will go in pursuit of a particular image. How satisfaction comes from rigorous self-denial and simple pleasures bring guilt.

The last entry is dated almost three years ago. I hope you haven’t given up. Whoever you are, whether or not you reach your desired weight, I hope you’ve learned to feel beautiful in your own skin.

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In January, I accidentally attended a seminar that sneakily turned out to be seventh-day adventist propaganda. Now that was interesting. Critical thought and common sense, oh, and reading in context … just a few of my favourite things.

February involved an incredible trip to Honduras and Guatemala for light orphanage work. I finally saw fireflies! And was bitten by fire ants. And had my ear licked by a kinkachu. And acquired a sponsor child.

March was about getting back to business, attending workshops and handling Kevin’s admin. I began tutoring chemistry 11.

Drove to Seattle to see Vienna Teng at the Triple Door in April.

The AGCF leadership retreat occurred in May. It was the month of the cyclical rainbow.

In June I tagged along to the MDRT conference in Indianapolis, generally taking up hotel space and playing the Sims II during sessions.

Kevin and I house-sat for my parents for two weeks in July, while everyone left for China. I watched David’s amano shrimp give birth.

People trickled back from overseas in August. We took our youth tent camping at Sunnyside on Cultus Lake to commemorate the end of summer.

September saw me return to school for a degree in music, a turn of events I affectionately blame on my sister-in-law.

I coasted through classes in October; if only UBC had been this painless.

Actually, the past two months were lax because everything was due in November. Lesson learned.

December was a flurry of delicious meals and delightful friends, sleeplessness and laughter. No snow, however.