Sunday, 31 October 2010
Friday, 29 October 2010
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
Sunday, 24 October 2010
Friday, 22 October 2010
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Wednesday, 20 October 2010
DD Literary Scavenger Hunt at The Word On The Street 2010, Toronto from Diaspora Dialogues on Vimeo.
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Sunday, 17 October 2010
I received the following note from one of my professors:
It is requested that you read as much of this online digital experiment as possible in preparation for class this week. The site cannot be bookmarked or stopped, so book off several hours to go through it.
I have just spent some time on the 'site' and I can't say I fully understand what is going on but the more I read about it and look through it and think about it - the more intrigued I am. So profound, so smart, so true, so beautiful, so scary, so confusing, so strange, so interesting.
Saturday, 16 October 2010
Thursday, 14 October 2010
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
Monday, 11 October 2010
Sunday, 10 October 2010
From the kitchen comes the heady scent of baked pumpkin and warm chocolate, a combination that is not in the least unpleasant. I'm surprised I can even smell it with my nose this stuffed up from allergies. (The culprit being a large German Shepard mutt sleeping in the corner, head titled adorably to one side). I sit here with a crumpled kleenex in one hand, the other is rubbing my cheek bones trying to chase way the pain that is quietly shooting across my face. I have to read with my mouth slightly open to breath, this makes me look slow.
I worry that the pumpkin pie is undercooked. Fi and I baked it earlier. It wasn't cooked in my oven, their's is unfamiliar. (Only slightly more unfamiliar than my own though, so this is a weak excuse). While my mom and Fiona's parents are out I had to bake two of the three Thanksgiving desserts. Fi and I started with brownies, from a box, my own addition to the festivities. My mom keeps saying that I am making the pumpkin pie from scratch, this is because she no longer bakes and the idea of actually making pastry is foreign to her. It is not store bought, but it is still factory made. Mixing pumpkin pie filling with an egg and milk before pouring into a frozen pie shell is not baking from scratch. But, even with this simplicity in baking, I may have screwed it up. I think it is undercooked.
If the pumpkin pie fails by falling apart or turning out to be raw and if the brownies all crumble when we try to take them out of the pan, dessert will still be saved. When my mom returns she is going to make apple crisp, truly from scratch. The recipe is not even written down and she has plans to add cranberries and apricots to it for something new. This could turn out badly, and from the sounds of it there is more likelihood of the crisp failing that the brownies or pie. But my mother has years of experience on her side.
I'm hungry. The adults won't be home for hours and it will be even longer before they have finished cooking. Fi and I licked the brownie batter from the bowl over 2 hours ago. Dinner can't come soon enough.
Thursday, 7 October 2010
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
I am already craving another trip. My parents are going to Cuba in December and I'm a little jealous. I have never been to an all-inclusive resort and would love a vacation. But, I would also like to go travelling again. I don't even know where it is I want to go, there is so much to see.
Monday, 4 October 2010
Friday, 1 October 2010
Here are some choice Britney quotes:
-- Did you know that dolphins are just gay sharks?
-- I don't brush my teeth, I rinse my mouth out with soda after I eat. I was pretty sure Dr. Pepper was some sort of dentist.
-- I'm pretty sure my cat's been reading my diary.
-- When I pulled my hamstring I went to a misogynist.
These are just her one-liners, she is the most hilarious when responding to peoples questions. If you are not watching Glee, start!