1. You know how the sound of the subway going over the tracks changes just as the train approaches a station? I wonder if they do that on purpose so people know to bookmark their books and gather up their bags?

2. What's up with the people who go to the very very very edge of the platform and lean waaaaaay over to look down the tunnel and see if the train is coming? The train is coming! They're never more than five minutes apart! The train is always coming!

3. Foodland Ontario should come up with a system that emails you whenever a new fruit or vegetable is in season. "BING! It is now peach season!"

Suppose a person managed to eat food that contained only the nutrients their body needed. There was nothing in the food that the body did not need, and there was no excess of any given nutrient. Would they still have bowel movements?

This is possibly the coolest dream I've ever had!

IRL, the latest topic in my Harmony book is the Pivot Chord. I was having a lot of trouble understanding this topic and felt that I was at an impasse. Well, last night I had a dream where I was talking to my childhood piano teacher, and I asked her about the Pivot Chord, and she gave me some hints as to how to identify them! In the dream she gave me hard and fast rules, and when I look at my Harmony book I can see what she told me isn't hard and fast rules, but it was still helpful!

I bought some good Rimmel eyeliner instead of the Cover Girl crap I was using before, and now that I have eyeliner that will draw a good, well-defined line, I can't seem to make it make my eyes look bigger. I know all the theory behind drawing a line that will make one's eyes look bigger, I know exactly what I should be doing, I have even done it before, but lately I just can't make my hand make the pencil do what I want it to. My previous eyeliner didn't draw as well-defined a line and it wasn't completely opaque, it just made the area behind my lashes look vaguely darker (but I kept using it because cosmetics are expensive and I hate buying stuff and not using it), so throughout the last couple of years I seem to have lost all my eyelining skills, because the line I drew wouldn't actually matter.

I think the TTC should market itself to drivers as a way to get Other People off the road. Tell them that every person on the TTC represents one less occupied parking space and one less idiot changing lanes to the offramp at the last minute. Show a picture of a bus turning left, and say "Here are forty cars that are NOT turning left in front of you today." This might help sway those who are adverse to tax dollars funding TTC expansion.

1. When I set my alarm for 5:30 a.m. (to exercise) I have no trouble getting right out of bed, even if it's just to go to the bathroom then skip exercising and go back to sleep. When I set my alarm for 7 a.m. (the time when I need to get up if I don't exercise) I literally cannot drag myself out of bed for another half hour and end up heading off to work with wet hair and no breakfast.

2. The problem with laundry is I have to figure out what to wear while doing laundry. I want a condo so I can have a washer and dryer in my suite and not have to worry about being decent and having pockets when it's time to do laundry! And also so I don't have to watch the clock lest someone take my stuff out of the machine.

3. Anyone know if U of T's 2004-2005 fall/winter course schedule is out yet, and if so where might I find it online? (Yes, I tried looking, but I could only find 2003/2004. I suck at navigating websites of universities I don't attend, but once I start classes at a particular uni I can suddenly navigate its website).

4. Some co-workers were having a discussion about how their kids are always chatting online and downloading and gaming, and they were talking about it as though it were the mysterious behaviour of the Other. I chose not to mention that I spend my evenings doing the very same things.

5. I've already mentioned in this space how there are four black lab guidedogs that I see walking around on a semi-regular basis. Today I saw ANOTHER black lab guide dog that was different from my first four!

When I visit my parents, I feel free to help myself to a glass of something from the fridge or fix a cup of tea or coffee if I feel so inclined. I do not take alcohol unless it's offered.

But when my parents visit their parents, they don't seem to have fridge privileges like that. They neither ask for beverages, nor take them if offered; nor have I seen them help themselves, even though both my grandmothers still live in the houses where my respective parents grew up.

But I feel free to help myself to something from the fridge chez one grandmother (although not to fix a cup of tea), and to ask if I'm inclined chez the other.

And when my parents visit me, they do on occasion ask for or accept something to drink, although they don't help themselves (mostly due to my personal boundary setting).

When in the home of a close friend who lives with their parents, I'll help myself to a drink from the fridge with a bit of an announcement ("I'm taking a Coke, okay?") if the parents aren't there, but wait for an offer or ask my friend if the parents are there. At the home of a non-close friend, or a close friend who does not live with their parents, I will wait for an offer. The parent differential is because parents have infinite money with which to stock their fridge full of an enticing variety of soft drinks, while students do not.

Is a fuzzy martini a drink you can order in a bar, or is it only found on the internet?

This entry is just pure introspection so I can talk it all out, so you can just ignore it. There are two things that I need to figure out. The first is how not to dread going to work each morning. It isn't the job or the work that I dread, my attitude towards my job itself ranges from meh to rather enjoyable, it's the going to work. It's the 8 hours a day five days a week that I have to be in a specific place doing a specific thing and being presentable instead of sitting at home in my bathrobe playing computer games or sleeping or doing whatever else I want to do at that time. Every morning I think longingly of lying in bed listening to the rest of the world go to work followed by the world's most leisurely breakfast and doing nothing for several hours. Once I actually get to work I'm fine, but there's a slight element of dread in my morning routine every day, and I need to figure out how to get rid of it. I try to look forward to my next day off, but that's tough on the Monday of a five-day week, plus it's all too like high school. I don't want to spend the next 30-40 years looking towards the weekend. I need there to be a certain treat for myself once I get out of the house. It would be very helpful if I could feel like "YAY I get to ride the subway!" or something like that, like the way I look forward to work-related travel because I get to take the train and stay in a hotel, but I'm afraid the subway is just not that exciting. Unfortunately, since it's my work email address, I can't get a daily Calvin and Hobbes or something in my inbox.

The other problem is that I get grumpy at work when I'm not super-busy, and when I'm super-busy I get stressed, obviously. Stressed I can deal with, but I need to come up with a way not to fester in ennui and grumpiness when I only have one item in my inbox and it's due in three months. I guess the lesson is that I do need a certain amount of stress to motivate me. But the question is how to keep myself motivated when there is no stress, so I don't get depressed and stir-crazy staring at the blue walls. Haven't the foggiest clue how to do that. I guess talking stuff out didn't work.

They found Cecilia's body

Drop City by T. Coraghessan Boyle. First of all, don't pick this book if you read mainly on the train and in waiting rooms. There's full rear-view nudity on the cover, which isn't terribly explicit but does make it somewhat inappropriate for reading in public. I'm rather baffled as to why they chose to put nudity on the cover, because considering that one subplot is a hippie commune and the other subplot is a newlywed couple, there's less sex than one would expect.

The premise of this novel is a hippie commune relocates from California to Alaska, where they find themselves faced with the challenges of the natural environment and the backwoods-plaid-shirt-type area residents. Unfortunately it doesn't do as much as it could with such a promising premise. We're halfway through the novel before we head for Alaska, so there's a lot more character development than necessary, and a lot less action. While I have no objection to character development, in this case we simply don't need so many characters, or we don't need to know so much abuot them. The commune's neighbours accept them rather too quickly, and while all the challenges of living in the harsh Alaska environment are mentioned, they are more enumerated than made into plot points. The ending isn't really much of an ending, the story sort of just stops and we have no idea what happens to most of the characters, although there is some lovely schadenfreude on some of the more unpleasant characters.

Overall it's a decent read, but could have been done much better.

I'm tired.
My feet hurt.
Smells bother me today.
It's warmish outside.
I haven't felt more desperate to remove my makeup in months.
My glasses need adjusting.
It's colder in my office than it is outside, even though the thermostat says otherwise.
I have been reading very slowly lately.
I'm glad I have tomorrow off.

Because I'm too shy to join Sugarquill because everyone there is too smart and literary for me, here are some more thoughts from the Potterverse.

Lockhart must have a bigger, more important role in the upcoming books. Why? Every Defence Against the Dark Arts prof was very important in their own book and significant in the series as a whole, except for Lockhart. Quirrell introduced the threat of Voldemort. Lupin introduced us to Harry's father's generation, MWPP, and provided a vehicle for Sirius Black to be trusted and therefore for Harry to be hanging around the headquarter of the Order of the Phoenix. Crouch!Moody not only orchestrated the whole plot of GOF, but also enabled Harry to witness and be involved in the resurrection of Voldemort, and generally led to the dark tone of the series. Umbridge represented and enabled the Ministry's coverup of Voldemort's return and the resulting suppression of Harry, Dumbledore, the Order, et al.

But Lockhart didn't do anything. He was egotistical and inept, and unhelpful at appropriate times, but the plot of COS could easily have been carried out without him. And the fact that he had a cameo in OOTP shows that he was more than just comic relief. Besides, I refuse to believe that he was intended as comic relief because Wacky Character is the worst kind of comic relief and Ms. Rowling was able to include humour in all the other books without a Wacky Character. So what is Lockhart's Greater Purpose?

Some concepts that people need to understand before they write letters to the editor:

1. Being opposed to a particular action or policy of a particular nation or political organization, or even being opposed to every action or policy of a particular nation or political organization, is NOT the same as hate speech against the individuals or ethocultural groups represented by that particular nation or organization.

2. Disagreeing with the policies, attitudes or beliefs of a particular religion, not wanting to be evangalized to, or not incorporating a particular religion into every aspect of everything is NOT the same as wishing jihad upon all the adherents of that particular religion.

3. Sexism is NOT the same thing as sexual harrassment. Sometimes there is a difference of opinion, a disagreement, or a conflict between two parties of different genders, and it is neither sexism nor sexual harrassment. Sometimes gender has absolutely nothing to do with anything.

4. In Toronto, rental properties pay 2-3 times the property tax rate that homeowners do. The renters pay for this as part of their monthly rent instead of writing a bigass cheque once per year, but they do pay it.

5. Before you send your letter, take 30 seconds to see if any of your facts can be refuted by Google.

I was standing in line at the library. A lady with a small boy, maybe 3 or 4 years old, gets in line behind me. The little boy keeps bumping into the backs of my legs, so I try to move out of his way.

But then his mother said "Johnny,* stop punching that lady!"

"He's punching me?" I think, "How bizarre!" It felt like he was just bumping into the backs of my legs, or perhaps flailing an arm about. The so-called punching continues.

"Johnny," his mother says again, "Stop hitting that lady! Why do you keep hitting her?"

"I HATE HER!" is his answer.

I wonder what I did to make him so angry?

*not the real name

My ears are really red, but I can't feel anything wrong with them. I haven't been wearing headphones or talking on the phone (except for like 10 minutes this morning) anything involving ears. They aren't itchy or warm or uncomfortable or infected-feeling. WTF?

"It's not rocket science!"

Why rocket science? Surely rocket science can't be the hardest science! Something like nanobiotechnology or mapping the human genome must be harder!

Am I the only person who finds dress pants (like you'd wear to an office or as part of a suit) more comfortable than jeans?

The wine of the moment is Banrock Station Shiraz, but I've nothing to say about it. It's Shiraz. It looks like Shiraz, it smells like Shiraz, it tastes like Shiraz. It's between Merlot and Cab. Sauv., with a bit of a spicy zip.

However, while supplies last the LCBO is selling 1L for the price of 750mL, so that's a plus.