misslynx: (Misc - Oh R'lyeh?)

Now is that, or is that not, one of the creepiest things you've ever seen?

From Pictures: Hard-to-See Sea Creatures Revealed on NationalGeographic.com.

Elsewhere in undersea weirdness, check out this surly-looking fish with hands, which looks like it's stomping over to smack someone.

Also, "City of Gonads" Jellyfish Found. I can't think of any comment I could possibly make on that one that would be more entertaining than the story itself.
misslynx: (Aidan & me - ravine)
Yes, I know, I'm way overdue to make a real LJ post. This is not going to be it, however. I've been in a mega work crunch that will probably be continuing all this week, though maybe I'll manage at least some kind of point-form catch-up somewhere in there.

But the main reason for this post is to let those of you in Canada know that the Great Canadian Shoreline Cleanup is coming up. It runs from Sept. 19-27, with individual cleanups of different areas scheduled for various points during that time. You can go to the web site to see what cleanups are happening in your area. "Shoreline" is defined pretty loosely - you don't need to on the ocean or even a large lake to do a cleanup. A lot of the ones in Toronto, for example, are around creeks in ravine parks (since we have rather a lot of those, in addition to the lake and two major rivers). There are over 1500 cleanups happening in various locations across Canada.

The project is coordinated by the Vancouver Aquarium, with an annoying but probably necessary level of corporate sponsorship from TD and sponsored by TD (which is very nice of them, though I wish they could have been a little less aggressive with the branding) (Edited to clarify that it's not the corporate sponsorship I mind, just the way it's being shown), but the individual cleanups are mostly organized by volunteers in the various communities. They provide things like garbage bags and disposable latex gloves, but if you want something like work gloves for handling sharp things you will want to bring your own. I actually organized a cleanup last year for Cedarvale Park (the big ravine near me), but I didn't have time this year.

However, while I couldn't coordinate a cleanup this year, I did at least register to participate in the cleanup of David Balfour Park, the ravine near Yonge & St. Clair, which I had also participated in year before last. I don't visit that ravine as often as Cedarvale, but I do really like it, and I find it particularly helps the cleanup to feel like a form of spiritual service for me, because something about that ravine tend to make me feel Danu's presence strongly there.

Anyway, this is basically just a nudge for those of you that might be so inclined to check out the site and consider joining a cleanup in your area. If you're in Toronto and not particularly drawn toward any other cleanup, the one at David Balfour Park is at 1:00 this Sunday, if anyone wants to join me there.
misslynx: (Seal)
If anyone has ever wondered why I love [livejournal.com profile] deepseanews so much:

http://blogs.discovery.com/deep_sea_news/2008/03/ladies-of-the-b.html (Pictures fine, text NSFW)

This entry's actually from back in March, but I somehow missed it the first time, and they recently linked to it so that's how I ended up finding it. You really need to read it all the way through for some of the choicest bits. And don't be drinking any liquids at the time.

This is so not your average science blog. As one of the co-authors put it regarding this entry, "You give the new guy creative license and all of sudden we're Penthouse." Although their off-kilter sense of humour and focus on the bizarre certainly did not start with "the new guy"...

Also, they're in the midst of a series on the "27 Best Deep-Sea Species", which have thus far included such stellar candidates as the Big Butt Worm and Dumbo Octopus, plus the less intriguingly named but equally odd Brachiopods ("sort of the living dead except they won’t suck your brains out") and Xenophyophores ("So to recap, big single-celled animal that secretes a slimy goo all over and attaches parts of dead things to itself.").
misslynx: (Oh R'lyeh?)
OK, this (found via [livejournal.com profile] deepseanews, whence come all things creepy and ocean-related but not penned specifically by H.P.Lovecraft): Oceana, an ocean conservation organization, are running a "freakiest fish contest" where you can vote on which of 13 brain-bendingly bizarre undersea creatures (not all of them fish, actually) is your favourite:

http://takeaction.oceana.org/t/7408/signUp.jsp?key=3528

Fanfin SeadevilThey'll announce the winner on Halloween, and then everyone who voted for that particular beastie gets entered in a draw to win a pair of free tickets to an IMAX screening of "Deep Sea 3D!" or a copy of Claire Nouvian's book The Deep (the latter of which has been high on my Amazon wish list for quite a while, so that was a good motivator for me).

Note: I strongly suspect that voting gets you put on Oceana's "wavemakers" e-mail list. I was already on the list, so I didn't care, but others might. It's not a terribly high-traffic list -- just occasional announcements or action alerts on marine environmental issues, and I like that sort of thing anyway. And to my knowledge they don't share their mailing list with anyone else. But it's something to be aware of, anyway...

My pick, cut so as not to bias anyone else's vote, assuming anyone else on my flist finds this sort of thing interesting enough to vote in the first place )
misslynx: (In tree)
OK, so who else wants to go to the Strawberries & Asparagus spring festival in Cedarvale Park tomorrow? I'll be going, as will [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen and [livejournal.com profile] optimystik, though I'm not sure what time yet. If there are other people who'd like to go, maybe we can make a group outing of it?

There will be live music, solar-power-cooled ice cream, a green business marketplace, electronics recycling, yummy food, children's activities, fair trade chocolate, Zen meditation and other cool stuff. It runs from 11 to 5 though my best guess is I'd be going up in the early afternoon, maybe around 1 or 2.
misslynx: (everything changes)
Many things are making me happy today, even though I still have lots of work to do and stresses to deal with and what not. Here are some of them:
  1. The side streets in my new location being so green, full of big trees and lush gardens, so that even though my apartment itself is right on the corner of a busy street and has no balcony or garden space itself, I do not suffer any lack of "green time" -- every walk with Kiska is restorative to me. (Interesting side note: there's actually scientific evidence that exposure to nature helps reduce ADD symptoms).

  2. In particular, the fact that lilacs are currently in bloom.

  3. Likewise, having two decent-sized parks very close to me, one a mere two blocks northeast, and another, about four times bigger, five or six blocks south. Also, a huge ravine about ten blocks north and another (part of the same riverbed) eight blocks east or so.

  4. And the Wychwood Farmer's Market, just a couple of blocks east -- even though I missed the opening day of it last Saturday due to DrupalCamp Toronto and will be missing the next one due to the Radical Business Intensive. But both those events are happy-making in their own way.

  5. And the fact that the Green Art Barns will be opening later this year, just a few blocks southeast.

  6. Seriously, living here is the next best thing to living in the country -- but on a street with lots of cool little stores and restaurants and a 24-hour public transit line, a 5-10 minute ride from the subway. Best of both worlds.

  7. Visits with Aidan -- I was there yesterday and will be again on Wednesday. I still miss being able to see him every day, but things could be a lot worse.

    In particular, yesterday I found myself enjoying the way that he can managed to be insanely cute even when doing something really annoying. He had spilled water all over his shirt -- for some reason he absolutely loves drinking water from a glass, but hasn't quite got the process under control yet, so there's usually a lot of spillage. So I was trying to change his shirt afterwards, and got the old one off with no problem -- he's always happy to get clothes off him, but putting the new one on turned out to be, er, challenging. He may not have good water-glass control yet, but he has excellent reflexes and is incredibly wiggly, and can get both his arms in under the shirt and push it up off his head in much less time than it takes me to pull it down over his head, all while simultaneously twisting and wiggling in about 17 directions at once.

    I think it took me about ten minutes to get that shirt onto him, but he was so cute in the way he fought it off that I was laughing the whole time and it all felt kind of like a game.

  8. I am also happy that my eating habits have changed enough since the last point when I lived on my own that my fridge is half full of fresh vegetables, because the vegetable drawer is nowhere near big enough to fit them all.

  9. And finally, the song listed in the music field of this post is massively happy-making. I was all prepared to hate the new version of Nightwish after all the drama with them publicly firing their lead singer, but when I first heard "The Poet and the Pendulum"... Oh Gods! *faints*

    It's a 14-minute epic that's divided into several parts so that it's like a number of songs blended together, or maybe the separate movements of a symphony, given the level of classical influence. In particular, there's a part about a minute and a half in where the very slow and soft intro shifts into this breathtakingly intense sort of -- I don't know what to call it -- neoclassical explosion that's equal parts metal aggression and symphonic precision, with strings and guitars and what not blended perfectly -- words don't really seem to quite be able to do it justice. All I know is that no matter how many times I hear that song, that part always makes me have to stop whatever I'm doing, close my eyes, and just listen...

    It's the musical equivalent of a really earthshaking orgasm. I kid you not. Listening to it actually tends to leave me flushed and hyperventilating, with my pulse racing... It's not the only piece of music that's ever hit me that way, but there are very few, and fewer still where the recorded version will do it -- usually that sort of reaction is more likely to happen with live music. If you haven't heard that song, and you have any liking at all for strange fusions of classical music and rock, you really, really need to. Preferably on good speakers, with the volume turned up really high.
And now that I have shared at least a representative sampling of the happy that is today, I should really get back to work. Because actually getting some long-overdue projects finished and being able to invoice for them would be another kind of happy, one which I am very much looking forward to.
misslynx: (Oh R'lyeh?)
LOLRhizocephalans: Plotting to Take Over the World

More evidence that this is the most brilliant twisted science blog in the entire Interwebz.

If for some strange reason you do not yet have their RSS feed on your friends page, you may correct that oversight here: [livejournal.com profile] deepseanews.

Assuming, of course, that you enjoy reading about freakish quasi-Lovecraftian (but real) stuff from under the sea, interspersed with (a) environmental news about what we're doing to it all and (b) bizarre humour, as much as I do.

A few other recent highlights:

Giant Antarctic Sea Creatures
Shrimp Training for Beijing Olympics

And on a somewhat more serious note:

Plastic Trash Lines the Pacific
misslynx: (In tree)
I have a love-hate relationship with this time of year.

Love, because seasons of transition, autumn and spring, are much more appealling to me than seasons of extremes (winter and summer). I like seeing all the day-by-day changes and the slow shift from light to darkness, darkness to light.

And because the colours of the leaves, the movement of their fall, and their scent in the air are so very beautiful. I live in a neighbourhood with a lot of huge old trees, and the autumn leaves are a very intense presence here. Right now we are hitting the point when they're coming off the trees en masse, and walking Kiska today, both times, I was entranced watching them swirling down from the trees.

There were a few points when the sight of them seemed to stir something visceral in me, some kind of almost bodily resonance that I get at times when seeing something beautiful (nearly always in nature), where it seems to reverberate in me in a way that feels almost sexual.

It's that kind of feeling, in a sense, that makes me a pagan, though I can see how for someone else it could make them something else entirely, depending on their own beliefs and frame of reference. What I don't understand, at times like that, is how anyone can not feel a connection to nature. It feels so present and intense for me that trying to imagine not having that is like trying to imagine being without one of my senses. Intellectually, I know there are plenty of people out there who don't feel anything of the sort. But emotionally/experientially, I find it really hard to comprehend.

There are, however, some specific aspects of nature and the turning of the wheel that I do not love. You will recall my reference to a love-hate relationship with late autumn.

The hate part mainly comes in with the lack of sunlight. I know, I know, I'm going to lose all my goth points saying this, but I need a certain amount of sunlight to keep me on an even keel. Ironic given that I never go outside in the summer without a ton of sunscreen and sometimes a parasol, but when the days become too short, it starts feeling oppressive to me, like everything is closing in on me somehow, or at least like time is somehow slipping away from me.

I think it may be partly a touch of seasonal affective disorder or something -- since we descended into the current pattern of short, grey days and cold rain, I have been inordinately moody, so I suspect my serotonin levels are all out of whack somehow. It's not so bad in actual winter -- the sun seems to shine a little more often, and sometimes there is snow to reflect it. The presence of snow in winter improves my mood by about 500%. But in late fall, there's almost never more that a few scattered flakes once in a while, not enough to make a difference.

Also, working at home, where I don't have to leave home for my work day to start, does not help, since what little light there is is outside and I am inside.

Having a dog does help, though. Dogs have to pee, and they do not use litter boxes, so that gets me out of the house at an earlyish hour when even right on the solstice it can't possibly be entirely dark. Dogs also need exercise, as do work-at-home geeks, so I try to make Kiska's walks decently long.

And even on rainy days, that means a lot of pretty falling leaves. And sometimes, that's what gets you through the grey times.
misslynx: (Oh R'lyeh?)
From Deep Sea News:
krakengigante.jpgToday is Cephalopod Awareness Day. Jason at Cephalopodcast asks us to "embrace your inner octopus and let the world know what we think of our tentacled friends."

At the moment, Craig is in the running for a spot on a documentary series about the deep-sea. He is one of five finalists on the casting couch in Boston today, so I am taking the opportunity to revive an old post documenting known attacks of the Kraken. As you will see below, I don't think of squid as "friends". Quite the contrary...

These are turbulent times. Lately, an awesome sea rides in on violent storms ravaging Gulf coasts and Indian coasts, destroying cities, bringing marine life up on land. These are important developments in the ocean climate. Our homeland security may depend on our ability to defend ourselves from these encroaching dangers.

Those of us that have witnessed first hand the bony sawtoothed tentacles of the colossal squid, and have learned of its medieval club shaped appendage, agree that sea monsters really do exist, and we must begin to take precautions. Perhaps we can set aside centuries - old and troubled quests for oil and religion, and focus now on the real and most dangerous enemy lurking below - the Kraken.
More here: http://scienceblogs.com/deepseanews/2007/10/attacks_of_the_kraken.php
misslynx: (In tree)
Sent to me by a friend:
The Great Canadian Shoreline Cleanup is an annual event aimed at increasing awareness of the ecological importance/ sensitivities of shorelines across the country as well as physically removing debris that can kill wildlife. More info: http://www.vanaqua.org/cleanup/

Whether you can make it out to the event below or not, I encourage you to search out the events map on the website above and join a group in your area OR simply tidy up a bit of shoreline (ocean, lake, river, creek, whatever) in your area. This is the second larges clean up of almost 90 participating countries in the world. Last year, the cleanup removed 84,708 kg of shoreline litter from 966 sites across Canada. Items removed have included BBQ's (14 in 06), Celine Dion CDs, an entire living room set, a gun barrel, an evidence bag with items in it, and a toilet seat nailed to a lawn chair.
I checked out the site and this thing is huge - there are dozens of cleanups going on in Toronto alone, and many more across the country. Most of them are this weekend. Some required advance registration and are now closed but many are open to drop-in participants.

The one I am going to is this Sunday at noon at David Balfour Park, the ravine park at Yonge & St. Clair. Anyone local who would like to join me is most welcome to. [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen would like to, but Aidan's still a bit too little to accompany us on something like this. Not sure yet if [livejournal.com profile] optimystik will as he's at work right now.

If that particular one doesn't work for you, or if there's another lake/river/stream cleanup going on in an area closer to your heart, or if you're elsewhere in Canada, please do check out the site and find something in your area. I think this is an amazing event and would really like to encourage people to get involved.
misslynx: (In tree)
In the future, when contemplating a possible shortcut in a neighbourhood with which I am not overly familiar, I shall try and remember the following:
  1. The Path Less Travelled may make all the difference, but it is not necessarily an efficient means of getting where you thought you were going.

  2. In order for something to be considered a short cut, it needs to, in fact, be short.

  3. Because a path appears to wind in a generally southward direction does not mean it will continue to do so along its whole length.

  4. Even if said path does eventually intersect with the street you were trying to get to, it will not necessarily enable you to get up to said street, if its mode of intersection is by passing under it at the bottom of a huge ravine.

  5. You are not a mountain goat.

  6. If you pass under what you think might have been Bloor St, and continue on a fair distance because there is no good way out of the ravine for people who do not happen to be mountain goats, and eventually you hear another street that sounds extremely busy, where by your calculations no extremely busy street should be, it may be that not only did you not pass under Bloor St after all but perhaps you are not even heading south at all.

  7. The laws of time and space work differently in ravines. They're kind of like Faerie that way.

  8. If the eventual route you find out of the ravine involves the path doubling back on itself up the other side of a river, chances are good it will eventually let you out somewhere almost exactly back where you started.

  9. So, overall, when faced with a choice between two blocks of what I have come to think of as the Mount Pleasant Death March*, on a hot summer day, and a shady tree-lined path into an unknown park, your choice may be obvious, but do not expect to get home at a reasonable hour.
On the bright side, there was a butterfly meadow. So really, it was all good, except for the part about all the stores I needed to go to for errands being closed by the time I found my back to the mortal world.

* Explanatory note to non-Torontonians: Mount Pleasant Road does not involve a mountain, nor is it in any way pleasant. In the area to which I am referring, it is a four-lane highway, every inch of which is blasted by intense sun, contains not a single speck of shade anywhere in its entire length, and I would be willing to swear that it really does run uphill both ways.

ETA: for the curious, the ravine in question was this one. Entered at Mt. Pleasant and Roxborough, went nearly to Bayview before the path went around a storm water thing and back up the other side, came out at approximately Glen Road and South Drive. So the bridge I went under was likely Glen Road rather than Bloor, which I in fact was nowhere near, though I did eventually find my way to Sherbourne and Bloor some while later.
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Someone just posted a wonderful quote, from one of my favourite Diskworld books, in [livejournal.com profile] deliriacodex. Deliria is a role-playing game, but don't let that throw you off -- the passage in question is inspiring way beyond that context. The book it comes from is about a young girl learning to be a witch, and is potentially a lot more useful than many non-fiction books on that topic.

Also in inspiring quotes I've stumbled across recently:
Magic is not something that can be confined. It quickly spills out into other life areas, catching the unwary off guard, propelling the practitioner into a liminal space of heightened sensibility and awareness of other presences, other possibilities. The realization that 'everything is alive and significant', as William S. Burroughs put it, is only a breath away. To enter the faery realm takes but a single step. Magic is not something which one merely 'does'. It's personal, up-close. It twists you and skews your perception of the world tipping you into a world if signs and portents. A territory of fathomless symbol, of mysteries lurking in the shadows. The magician is hypersensitive to the sudden implosion of significance, which is at times a blessing, at others a curse.
And from later in the same book:
This experience, this core, out of which magis -- power -- bursts forth, for me is the core of magic -- the central mystery, if you like. Gnosis of the presence of a god rips away the veils and leaves you gasping, breathless. Character armour is blown away and briefly, you touch the heart of that unknowable mystery, coming away with a shard embedded. It drops away, it works its way in, it becomes a dull ache, so we have to go back for more. Most of the 'set' magical rituals that I've done or participated in don't even come close to this. Yet all of the magical acts which I have done responding to external circumstance, the crash of events or some burdening inner need have thrust me into the foreground of the mystery... Real magic is wild.
The source? Believe it or not, Phil Hine's Pseudonomicon, which is about working magic with the Cthulhu mythos! And yet, contains a lot of really fascinating insights that are relevant to anyone doing any kind of magic, regardless of whether they have any interest in Lovecraft or think you'd have to be insane to want to work with that stuff voluntarily.

I guess the connecting thread between these two finds is: inspiration comes to you from the most unexpected places, if you let it.
misslynx: (Seal)
You need to see the top entries from an underwater photography competition. The good ones are mainly in categories 1 & 3 -- 2 & 4 are not so interesting. 5 is kind of cool, but I wish they didn't have all the videos play at the same time!

Those with an irrational fear of weird creatures that live deep in the ocean might want to take a pass, though. Me, I just wish they had larger versions of the images available.

And in semi-related news, Russians apparently want to know when their president feels that Cthulhu is going to rise.


(Found in [livejournal.com profile] deepseanews and [livejournal.com profile] necronomiphiles, respectively.)
misslynx: (seal kiss)
Yesterday, my coven, or at least the portion of it that was available that day, trekked off to a conservation area about an hour outside Toronto, to do a ritual in a place that Bruce, one of our members, had been wanting to for years. It was a longish hike in, but so worth it -- the place was beautiful, and secluded enough that we didn't see anyone the whole time we were there, although we did see a few people on the trails on the way up and back.

It was the nearest thing I've seen to a natural cathedral -- a wide grove of birch trees with high rock walls on three sides, and other large rocks here and there within, including a conveniently placed one in the middle of a small open area, which made an excellent altar (although Kiska apparently thought it made a better dog perch, since as soon as we reached it she jumped up on the rock and stood there like a show dog on display). The rocks were all moss-covered, and the sun was nicely filtered by the leaves of the birch trees, so the place looked, and felt, incredibly green, in a way that seemed like more than colour, though I'm not sure that description makes sense. Everything felt incredibly alive. I really want to go back there again... I felt Danu's presence especially strongly there, and when I was given a call to her to read, I could barely get the words out because the feeling was so intense.

I also found a small animal skull there -- some kind of rodent, judging from the big front teeth. It looks sort of between a squirrel or rabbit in size. It is now sitting on a shelf near my altar, trying to decide if it wants to go on a shrine, and if so, whose.

I really need to get out the city more often. Maybe permanently, at some point. I don't always think about it while I'm here, but when I do get out, I realize how much I need that exposure to nature... The neighbourhood I live in is pretty green by city standards -- when I walk Kiska, I'm surrounded by big trees, lush gardens, etc., at least on the side streets, and I'm thankful for that, but sometimes I need more. Though maybe even getting into the ravine parks in the city more often would help, to some extent. Some of them are really beautiful.

[livejournal.com profile] taikakettu did not come with us yesterday, for a variety of reasons, chief among them that she had a cold and thus did not want to be stuck outside for a long time on an unseasonably cool day with no shelter handy if she got chilled. I was feeling healthy enough, but today, after sleeping for nearly 11 hours last night (due to being very short on sleep for much of the preceding week), I think I may have her cold. I hope I didn't give it to every one yesterday by drinking out of the chalice, but I probably did. Sorry about that. I really wish these things were not contagious before you have symptoms, but I guess that's how viruses (viri?) survive.
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Just realizing it's been over two weeks since I last posted anything, and longer than that since I last posted anything public. I think I generally post less when I'm happy with life. Which I mostly am, right now.

Part of that is just the nature of spring -- I think I must have a touch of SAD or something. I'm not necessarily depressed all through winter, but I do tend to be a little more angsty and introverted then. But when spring comes, it's like my serotonin levels skyrocket and everything seems right with the world. Little things like walking under a couple of flowering trees in front of Nikos's old apartment building on St. Clair and seeing the sidewalk strewn with pink petals, or seeing a professional dog walker walking a whole pack of various sorts of dogs on a huge multi-leash type of thing, fill me with intense delight.

And it's not even just that all seems right with the world -- all pretty much is right with the world right now, or at least the world chez Lynx. I am, overall, happier than I have been in a long time, I think. Here are a few reasons:

The Goodness )

And a pensive note... )
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Friday night: I finally got my long-awaited post-hospital-visit sushi dinner, courtesy of the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] crucible (thank you, thank you, thank you!). I do not think, in fact, that I have ever eaten so much sushi in a single sitting in my entire life. I even tried the sea urchin, partly in order to test the truth of [livejournal.com profile] ladyjane's assertion that there is nothing under the sea that I would not eat, and discovered as a result that there are, at least, some things under the sea which I would not eat twice. Ah well. Live and learn. Everything else was wonderful, though!

Saturday: We departed with [livejournal.com profile] optimystik and his grandmother to attend his family's Thanksgiving dinner, at the hobby farm in Prince Edward County (a.k.a. Quinte Isle, though it's actually more of a peninsula than an island) that they recently bought as a retirement property. I was somewhat terrified of this prospect, but it turned out to be remarkably non-traumatic, despite the fact that his family are the sort of people who live in a pristine cookie-cutter home in a suburban subdivision, in which all interior decor contains fake flowers and/or references to Jesus. Yet miraculously, they dealt with the whole poly triad thing pretty well, albeit mostly by not talking about it, and were very nice.

The area we stayed is really lovely, by southern Ontario standards anyway (meaning that overall I am more enamoured of the rocky/piney northern Ontario landscape). It's rural but not remote - a house on 2 acres of land with a couple of small outbuildings designed for chickens and such, and a great big garden space, but on a paved road and not far from a small town. You can even get high-speed internet access there. The back of the property faces onto a small lake, which is currently suffering from severe fertilizer pollution and accompanying massive overgrowth aof algae and water lilies and such. They're currently using it as a cottage of sorts, going there most weekends, but will be moving there permanently in another year or two, when his dad retires. Being there stirred all kinds of desires in me to move to the country, and at a certain point I found myself perusing the real estate section of the weekly county newspaper. The fact that their house, mini-farm, lakefront, and all, sold for less than you'd probably pay from some tumbledown ex-crackhouse in the worst part of Toronto only added fuel to the fire. Of course, the day when we'll be able to buy property of any sort is probably a long way off, even if we end up doing it collectively with other people. But still... *sigh*

Kiska adapted very well to her new role as Farm Dog, prancing around outside and following alongside the little tractor in a supervisory capacity, as we used it to move wooden packing crates from their neighbour's property to theirs (the neighbour is moving, and wanted to get rid of the crates, and they had ideas for using them to build garden beds, compost bins, etc. She's always so much livelier and happier when we take her outside the city. But I don't know how much of that is just that we're more likely to be outside doing things, and not inside glued to our computers while she lounges around in her dog bed. Maybe if we had a garden here, or went for more long walks in ravine parks etc., she'd be that perky in the city.

I also had an idea, at one point, when Optimystik's parents were talking about concerns about the lake's condition and initiatives in the local community for restoring it, that maybe that could be a workable Major Project for finishing my master's degree in environmental studies. Ecological restoration was a part of my area of concentration, and while my original focus was more on wilderness and this area is mostly rural residential, it wouldn't be as far off from my original A of C as some of the ideas I've had, and would probably be a really satisfying project to work on. Restoration work is still something that calls to me pretty strongly, even if it's a lot harder to get actual paying work in that area since a certain previous provincial government decimated the Ministries of the Environment and Natural Resources...

But for now, back to the city, back to work, back to daily life.
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Thought-provoking article in the Toronto Star:

Mother Nature's message
Katrina and Rita are warning shots about our dependence on oil, says Mitch Anderson


Full text for those who don't want to register )


Is it wrong that I feel deeply relieved that southern Ontario is not a particularly natural-disaster-prone area? And that I live above the Davenport hill (the former shoreline of Lake Iroquois, the huge glacial lake that eventually diminished into Lake Ontario and the others)?

*sigh* Yeah, probably. "At least these things aren't going to hit me as hard as everyone else" isn't much comfort when you have friends and family in many different coastal cities and other vulnerable areas. This is a threat to everyone in one way or another, and we're all responsible.
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Very tired after an eventful weekend. But it was mostly eventful in a good way.

Friday: outdoor adventure )

Saturday: betrothal and river ritual with coven )

Sunday: Rowan time, Ladyjane time, and me time )

The one thing I regret about the weekend is not having had time to join [livejournal.com profile] insolent_cherub for her birthday celebration last night - we didn't find out about it until we already had plans, and by the time I got back from my coven meeting, it was very late and I was exhausted. But...

Happy birthday [livejournal.com profile] insolent_cherub!

and

Congratulations, [livejournal.com profile] nocturnalia and [livejournal.com profile] valgarth!

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I really, really want to see this show:

Dr. Tatiana's Sex Advice to All Creation

Full article for those who don't want to register on the Star site )

It is on the Discovery Channel tomorrow at 9pm. But alas, we do not have cable, as out TV is predominantly used as a video monitor. I don't suppose I could convince someone local to tape it for me?

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