Wednesday, November 11, 2009

poetry and telephones

i had my first poetry class at camosun last night. it was sweet. a lot of old people but the teacher is youngish and there was one girl my age. i really enjoyed it a lot. i like learning. we did a free form journaling exercise where you have to write without stopping for ten minutes and you're not allowed to second guess or edit your thoughts. it was scary at first and then kind of liberating. i'm going to try and do it every day.

today i did it sitting by the harbour downtown with the sun on my face, which was lovely.

on monday i went to a 90s dance party at a bar downtown with new friend elisa (who i met through rebecca) and about half the first year law class. we didn't manage to drag rebecca out. i lost my phone. i found the situation very interesting because:

1) i wouldn't have brought my phone at all except that elisa mentioned that she wasn't sure if her apartment buzzer works.

2) when transfering valuables from my jacket to my dress pockets so i could leave my jacket in the corner of the bar, i considered putting my cell phone back in the jacket because it was one more thing to carry, and really not all that crucial to my day to day existence. I didn't bother.

3) there were three things in my pocket: my wallet, my keys and my phone. i was so happy to have not lost my wallet or keys that the phone seemed insignificant.

4) i had been thinking, earlier on, about what i might do with my phone. get a new plan and number, keep it as is, or cancel it altogether? maybe this was the gods interceeding on my behalf...

i checked with the bar a few times over the night and no one had found it. the next day, i tried calling the phone as well as the bar, with no luck, but was happy that the phone was ringing. i worried that someone might be making expensive phone calls with it, but didn't to think to call the phone company until the service lines were closed. no luck reaching the bar even after they should have been open, and it was too rainy to bike down, so i waited another night.

called koodo in the morning. no one had made any calls. i suspended the service, anyway. figured it had to be waiting for me at the bar. still not picking up their phone. i was putting my coat on to bike down for a second time today (i tried in the afternoon, but they don't open until late) when my home phone rang. it was some guy who had picked up my phone. he called back the number that had been calling the phone and found me.

so, no gods interceding on my behalf. just, perhaps, reminding me of how little i care about my phone.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

oh, hello there!

hi friends,

i suppose i'm due for a post. i've been quite busy the last couple of days with my new blog, where i will be writing about the things that i do and see and hear that are music related. please check it out! my most recent post was a review of a show i saw last night in victoria. i shared it with the artist, and she offered very kind words of thanks and linked to my blog on her website, so i'm very pleased about that.

other news... i have a flight booked to toronto for dec 16th! still looking into alternative transportation arrangements, but it's nice to know that i will make it home for christmas no matter what. don't know how i will get back to victoria (i plan to come back) but i have faith, as always, that things will fall into place.

i have also enrolled in a poetry class at camosun college that starts on tuesday and runs until mid december. i am excited to have some structure and guidance when it comes to thinking about words and lyrics and how to affect people with them.

i will have an orientation session next week to volunteer with CFUV, the UVic campus and community radio station, so that's exciting.

hmm what else? had a lovely brunch this morning with rebecca and her father, who is visiting from toronto, and friends elisa and miriam. we went to a spot called the superior that is excellent and supports local sourcing of their products. yum!

can't think of any other news, though i'm sure there's more.

take care and don't be square

love, jacqueline