Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Along with this blog I have always kept a journal. Probably since junior high, and periodically through my childhood...but we all know what that was like. It is pretty hilarious to read back over the years at my trials and tribulations, especially through the teen years. But anyway, for 2011 my goal is for my journal to look a little more like this:
I figure by mixing in a little bit of artistry, scrap-booking and collage-making, I will fill my need to be creative more often (I hope).
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Since being back, I've sort of been working and just visiting with family, and clearly not updating. I'm sure that will change shortly.
Tomorrow I'm off to lunch with the beautiful Kelsey and Teresa, so perhaps I will photo document that excursion.
Till then, enjoy the rest of your holidays!
Monday, December 20, 2010
I am wearing the Nina scoop top in navy, with the Laila skirt and polka dot tights.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Look 1: Celia leggings (so hot, they have leather on the front pannel from just above the knee down) with Francesca sweater in Aubergine (reminds me of a sweater ballerina's would wear to warm up):
Look 2: Lola top is sheer black, Jaqueline winter shorts in camel, and polka dot tights:
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
"A three-day-old human embryo is a collection of 150 cells called a blastocyst. There are, for the sake of comparison, more than 100,000 cells in the brain of a fly. If our concern is about suffering in this universe, it is rather obvious that we should be more concerned about killing flies than about killing three-day-old human embryos… Many people will argue that the difference between a fly and a three-day-old human embryo is that a three-day-old human embryo is a potential human being. Every cell in your body, given the right manipulations, every cell with a nucleus is now a potential human being. Every time you scratch your nose, you’ve committed a holocaust of potential human beings… Let’s say we grant it that every three-day-old human embryo has a soul worthy of our moral concern. First of all, embryos at this stage can split into identical twins. Is this a case of one soul splitting into two souls? Embryos at this stage can fuse into a chimera. What has happened to the extra human soul in such a case? This is intellectually indefensible, but it’s morally indefensible given that these notions really are prolonging scarcely endurable misery of tens of millions of human beings, and because of the respect we accord religious faith, we can’t have this dialogue in the way that we should. I submit to you that if you think the interests of a three-day-old blastocyst trump the interests of a little girl with spinal cord injuries or a person with full-body burns, your moral intuitions have been obscured by religious metaphysics."
-- Sam Harris, on stem cell research.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
dear vancouver, the jig is up
I’ve lived in Vancouver for 17 of my 23 years, and I’ve been here for at least part of every winter. So believe me when I tell you the Vancouver Winter Naivety Complex is bullshit.
It snows at least once a year. That’s not a lot, granted, but it’s a pattern. It’s not like every time you can be surprised for real. And yet every year people panic. SNOW TIRES. SNOW PLOWS. ROAD CLOSURES. HOW WILL I GET TO WORK STOCK UP ON CANNED GOODS I DON’T EVEN HAVE A WINTER COAT etc etc. Listen guys, I know it’s fun to be like, “Can you BELIEVE it’s SNOWING?” but we know it snows. We know. So let’s all just get on board with winter and stop acting like we’ve never seen a snowflake before, because after a while it’s a tired routine.