So I am in class right now and I am finishing my last post for this class. So I guess what I want to say is, is was fun, I learned a ton. Happy Holidays everybody! Relax, enjoy and don't drink too much eggnog.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Short Story
I also wrote this a while ago in my scribbler and didn't get around to typing it...
The old campus is constantly changing, moving around, growing and shrinking; which I usually find charming, exciting and wonderful. This evokes curiosity within me, but sometimes it can be confusing or puzzling. Today I had an experience that was jarring in response to all of that change. There is a tiny little washroom by the offices on the second floor, of the G Block, underneath the painting studios (by the deck). The washroom is so strange and condensed that there isn't even any room for a mirror in front of the sink (like most washrooms have) because the paper towel dispenser is crammed between the edge of the wall and the sink. I walked into this confined closet of a washroom this evening, I simultaneously shut the door and slid out of my backpack; when in my peripheral vision I saw something move; a figure. My stomach dropped, alert, I turned wide eyed to directly confront this intruder. Who is... oh.
It was now apparent that a mirror was finally installed.
The old campus is constantly changing, moving around, growing and shrinking; which I usually find charming, exciting and wonderful. This evokes curiosity within me, but sometimes it can be confusing or puzzling. Today I had an experience that was jarring in response to all of that change. There is a tiny little washroom by the offices on the second floor, of the G Block, underneath the painting studios (by the deck). The washroom is so strange and condensed that there isn't even any room for a mirror in front of the sink (like most washrooms have) because the paper towel dispenser is crammed between the edge of the wall and the sink. I walked into this confined closet of a washroom this evening, I simultaneously shut the door and slid out of my backpack; when in my peripheral vision I saw something move; a figure. My stomach dropped, alert, I turned wide eyed to directly confront this intruder. Who is... oh.
It was now apparent that a mirror was finally installed.
Somehow
Here I go again I slack a bit and then I make up for it the day before class and work extra hard. What is wrong with me? Well at least I am getting it done right? I need to write three more posts before my last class tomorrow morning, luckily I wrote two of them in my scribbler a long time ago that were supposed to go into my blog and somehow didn't make it. So here it goes:
I am at the Port Campus on an early Saturday afternoon and I wish I had a camera or even a video camera (although I don't like them) to document what I am seeing, then edit it to make a time lapse like many scenes on the Planet Earth series. The sky outside is very gray, the water reflects the colour of the sky and the muted landscape of George's Island and Dartmouth seem to be sandwiched between the air and water. There is an incredibly thick fog, I haven't seen; or at least noticed something like this in a long time. The fog is rushing in from the sea into the harbour, everything is being white washed, now everything is gone! I can only see some ripples of water and ducks a few feet away, if I look closely I can catch a blur of some land shapes seeking through. It's strange; my depth perception is gone and all that I am aware of is the building that I am in. The water go go on forever as far as I know, or it could stop just a few feet in front of the building. My world seems to have become smaller or larger, the only thing that constrains my perception is what I remember or what (I think) I know. It looks like I am stuck in the middle of a marshmallow or whipped cream, I wonder what it would feel or taste like, logically I know but creatively I explore. Have you ever been in a situation or have seen something that makes you imagine the world in a different way? What was it or/ is it and what was it or/ is it like?
I am at the Port Campus on an early Saturday afternoon and I wish I had a camera or even a video camera (although I don't like them) to document what I am seeing, then edit it to make a time lapse like many scenes on the Planet Earth series. The sky outside is very gray, the water reflects the colour of the sky and the muted landscape of George's Island and Dartmouth seem to be sandwiched between the air and water. There is an incredibly thick fog, I haven't seen; or at least noticed something like this in a long time. The fog is rushing in from the sea into the harbour, everything is being white washed, now everything is gone! I can only see some ripples of water and ducks a few feet away, if I look closely I can catch a blur of some land shapes seeking through. It's strange; my depth perception is gone and all that I am aware of is the building that I am in. The water go go on forever as far as I know, or it could stop just a few feet in front of the building. My world seems to have become smaller or larger, the only thing that constrains my perception is what I remember or what (I think) I know. It looks like I am stuck in the middle of a marshmallow or whipped cream, I wonder what it would feel or taste like, logically I know but creatively I explore. Have you ever been in a situation or have seen something that makes you imagine the world in a different way? What was it or/ is it and what was it or/ is it like?
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