Blackout Poetry

I have been studying to become both a high school physical education teacher, as well as an English teacher for the past five years. The program I am a part of has prepared me very to teach PE, there is no doubt about that; however, I feel a bit underprepared to step into an English classroom and have lessons prepared for dozens of minds, eager to learn (yeah, right…). So, during my recent practicum, I was happy to have the chance to sit in on an Creative Writing 12 class, where students were in the midst of presentations about their favourite type of English tasks. The one that I found most intriguing was “Blackout Poetry”, originally created by a writer by the name of Austin Kleon. Apparently, the first work of black out poetry was made out of sheer frustration, involving scribbling and screaming. The famous “Overheard on the Titanic” poem was born:

As you can see, a blackout poetry is created by blacking out all words that are deemed insignificant, to create an entirely different take on the original intention of a piece of literature or poem. In “Overheard on the Titanic”, the original work  was a New York Times article regarding  historical references about the famous ship at the bottom of the sea. In the class I sat in on, I was invited to give blackout poetry a try with either an excerpt from their  history 12  book, or a page from Alice in Wonderland. Naturally,  I chose the latter, and ended up with something about flamingos and  other strange things shocking the queen. It was fun, so I decided to  try it again.  Below is an excerpt from William Golding’s Lord of the Flies, in both its original form, and after I got a  hold of it with a black  marker.

 

 

 

Caaaaaving!

On a much needed reading break, my boyfriend and I decided to take a trip to the beautiful Qualicum beach. Here we ventured to the infamous “Horne Lake Caves”, where we squeezed through the tiniest cracks, scoured the walls for spiders, and nearly slipped to our deaths making our way up active waterfalls. We had the most knowledgeable of guides, and learned how the thousands and thousands of year it takes the caves to form can be compromised with a single swipe of our hands. We also learned about the “Buddha” formation (my favourite), and the vast darkness that falls upon you when you reach the spot in the cave where light can no longer. It was a wet, cold and long journey, but was an adventure well worth taking.

Here we are at the very beginning of cave one, where the light is still prominent. My favourite part at this point? The contrasting colours of our hard hats, and the sweet lights to boot!

This is “Buddha” and his crystal clear reflection in the water. Legend has it that he brings peace to the animals of the cave (the stone wolf, and his friends – shapes of rock that look like animals).

These are a few of the thousands of spiders that seek shelter and warmth and the mouth of the caves. Most disgusting part? My head was within inches of these creepy crawlers the whole tour of the second cave. SICK!

This was the waterfall at the end of the tour. It was a dangerous climb up there to say the least, and we were already so soaked from the rain that it di not matter if we were standing right underneath it. Grand finale!

No Microwave, No Cable, No Car, No Problem!

Ahhh the life of a starving student. Yes, it is once again a topic of my blog since moving back to Victoria and out of my parent’s house with its perks! I bet the typical thing for me to type here would be an “apology” for not posting anything during September, because maybe I was “too busy with school”, or “too busy catching up with friends”. No. The reason I am finally getting around to posting now is because I am procrastinating, and doing anything I can to put off my homework.

I did miss blogging, and I must admit that I do not really have that good of an excuse for why I haven’t posted in a month. I have been reminded of how enjoyable it is, and, if you care, I will be posting a lot more frequently from here on out!

Anyways, back to the topic of this post. Our little house that we moved into this year is a bit different than the one we occupied the last two. First, we are very close to downtown (about a 20 minute walk). Second, our house contains at least all of the colours of the rainbow, and then some. Third, we have neither a microwave nor cable this year. Finally, the house is much, much older than the town houses of our previous complex.

The closeness of downtown has made this year in Victoria an entirely different experience than the last four. I actually have learned my way around the city from the amount of walking I have done (this would come as a shock to my family and friends who are aware of how directionally challenged I am). I have been able to take in a lot more of the culture of the “Old Victoria”, as everything around the street I live is a lot less modern than the area by campus that I occupied previously. Included in this is Fernwood village, which is literally two blocks away. Here we can find telephone poles that have been painted into all kinds of different hippie creations, sidewalk sales (where I got an elephant skirt for a dollar!), coffee shops, vintage hotels and more peace and love than you could ever hope for.

Our house is essentially the definition of a paint job on drugs. We have a (multi) yellow dining room, a (multi) blue kitchen, a burgundy bathroom, a green bedroom, a red bedroom, and purple window frames. Unfortunately, I got stuck with the boring white room; however, I did get the biggest room, and I do basically have the downstairs area to myself. Our sinks are a little finicky, our drains are useless, our cupboards don’t quite shut right, our heating is good old oil heating, and our wall patches are literally paper-plates pasted onto the wall… but we have absolutely fallen in love with this house. One of the coolest features of it? Hot Hot Heat used to live here, and they got evicted for trying to turn a room (presumably mine) into a recording studio!

This year we opted out of purchasing cable, which has resulted in a lot less time wasted, a lot less Jersey Shore (see “time wasted”), and a lot more opportunity to explore the beautiful downtown area that is our backyard. It is actually quite a lot easier and freeing than I had first thought… and I may never go back to having cable (as long as I can stop by my parents house every once in a while to catch up with PVR).

Also, we showed up on moving day to discover that we had no microwave! To some college students, who rely on microwavable dinners and the necessity of defrosting meat, this may have been a nightmare… but to a health conscious, vegetarian eater such as myself, this seemed to be a push in the right direction. Microwaves actually due take nutritional value out of food, and with all the talk of radiation and cancer, I figured this was a good opportunity to cut the appliance out of my life. Again, not as hard as it may sound.

Here are some pictures of my favourite house:

This is the curtain we have in the kitchen. It was an impulsive buy from a desperate street vendor in Bali this summer. It just happened to fit the window perfectly! Also, the bright yellow, and dark yellow contrast are the colours I was indicating when I said “multi-yellow”. The purple? That is the colour of all the trim, and all of the window and door frames in the whole house.

This is one of my favourite features of the house – the crystal doorknobs. Although they are only on two of the doors in the house, I must admit ever since I was a kid I have wanted these doorknobs in my house. Other than these two, none of the doorknobs in the house match. Just another crazy feature of this gem of a house.

This is the burgundy bathroom. In the reflection of the mirror you can see the cool shower curtain that was surprisingly in very good condition when we got the house! Other cool features of the bathroom: vintage bathtub, hand-painted mural on the door, separate taps for “hot” and “cold” (which are installed on the wrong sides), and cupboards that will not stay shut! No secrets here!

 

 

These are some of the sights you may see in our kitchen should we invite you over for dinner one day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is where Alex keeps all of her jars. These jars signify why in no way do we need a microwave. The chili peppers are courtesy of Mexico, and the red cupboard is courtesy of our free-spirited Landlord. The “dining room” is basically the only communal space in the house, and is all of about 10ft by 10 ft. So far, we have used the dining room area the most of any room of the house, especially since we often have to prepare food out hear since our kitchen is all of about 4ft by 2ft.

 

 

 

 

This is the glass bottle that is randomly hanging outside our door, we aren’t quite sure what it is for, but we wouldn’t be surprised if some hippies of the past used it to catch rainwater.

Below is the sign that was already on the front door reminding us to turn the heat off before we leave. Again, we have oil heating, and yes, again, we are students.

Finally, below are pictures of my room. Since my walls are the only boring white walls in the whole house, you might notice I tried to spruce things up a little bit with some decorations. They work for me! Love this house!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The above picture, and the picture to the bottom right are my grandmother’s contributions to my room. Above, is my makeshift curtain, which was a table cloth at my Granny’s house. She insisted I have it after I told her I liked the elephants on it. The bottom right is a Norman Rockwell plate that my Nanny gave me. It was given to me when I left for university, and it is a picture of a girl leaving by herself at a train station. She told me she purchased it the day I was born and waited to give it to me when she thought it looked like an image of me. AWE!

The flower pot is a special item as well. My Dad dug it up from the ground when he was a kid, and has kept it all these years.

Little bit of love makes a lot of difference!

Being a Tourist in Your Own City

This summer has been an extremely busy one (note the lack of posts), but fortunately I can say that I really was busy doing a lot of really cool stuff! I made it a goal this summer to see places that are so close to where I live, yet so far when I consider the gas prices or the effort it would take to transit. Since I unexpectedly happened to meet a new boyfriend this summer, one who is from Kamloops and has not yet discovered many of the great sites that Greater Vancouver has to offer, dating seemed to be the perfect excuse to hit up all of these awesome places in and around the lower mainland.

 Granville Island: My favourite part of Vancouver. I have fond memories of the “kid’s market” growing up, as well as various family outings to see “It’s a Wonderful Life” at the Art’s Club Theatre Company. Now, I enjoy the giant public market that offers a vast selection of the freshest, most delicious food I could imagine. After picking out my favourite gelato, cheese, fruit or ethnic cuisine from inside the market, it is great to be able to wander around outside on the docks, staring at one of the best views of the city, or watching various street performers do whatever it is they do best. It would also be a shame to miss the pond where all the geese and ducks can be found, as it provides great photo-ops. To finish off the day, there is a great selection of restaurants that can be found scattered all throughout the gem that is Granville Island.

Whistler Village: I had the opportunity to visit whistler twice this summer. Once during the day to go bungee jumping, (See previous post for details!) and once overnight with my girlfriends to hit the town. Both times were so much fun! Especially since my experiences were full of great deals. First, I got to go bungee jumping with a groupon, which saved me 50% and got me a free T-shirt! Second, my friend’s sister happened to get us a great deal at a hotel in town that offered 50% off dinner in their very fancy restaurant if you arrived before 6. On a budget, as always, my friends and I were thrilled to experience both the gorgeous sites of the day, and the bumpin’ night life that left us with quite the hangover for the drive home. Don’t miss out on Garfinkel’s or any of the bachelor/bachelorette parties you happen to come across during your visit.

Richmond Night Market: Although I would like to say this way my idea, my boyfriend was definitely the one who was pushing for us to go. Getting lost three times on the way there and back didn’t manage to ruin the experience for us, as the night market was not like anything we had expected. I was thinking that the stands were going to be full of homemade products that hippies or homebodies had made, but we found that cellphone skins, socks, cheap jewelry and electronics were the big hits at this market! The food choices there were also very unique. We only tried the candy apples because we had eaten dinner with friends before we came, but we will for sure be back to try the deep-fried cheesecake, and the variety of different Asian Cuisines that were offered! My advice for you: Come hungry, and bring a map!

Downtown Vancouver: I must admit that I frequent downtown Vancouver on a regular basis. This summer alone I have gone downtown to work, party, meet friends’ new boyfriends, see Live @ Stanley Park, shop, and believe me I could hardly wait to get down there and see the damage done from the Stanley Cup Riots when I got home from Australia. However, since my guy had never rally had the opportunity to explore downtown, it was fun to take him down there and show him the sites. There is nothing quite like being on Granville street at nighttime. The lights and the noise make the experience fun, even in the most sober of situations. Yaletown is a great place to get lost, the sea-wall is full of fascinating views, and Davie street has some of the nicest, and rudest people you will ever encounter working as a promotions representative. Shopping downtown does not even compare to most places in British Columbia (Downtown Victoria is slowly becoming an exception), and the unlimited list of places you can eat, cuisines you can try and unique places you can drink leaves you with no choice but to enjoy yourself. I love this city.

 Kitsilano: Since an out of town guest from Australia was visiting, we decided to show him around Kits beach, in hopes that maybe it might compare to an Australian beach. Fortunately, the beach offers a great view of the city, and has the most amusing people rollerblading past as you take a stroll. I like this beach because of the sand it offers, compared to some of the beaches around here that are very rocky. Not too far away is yet another abundance of restaurants that will satisfy any appetite. The one that comes to mind is “The Eatery”, where hundreds of sushi types are offered, and one of the best restaurant atmospheres that I have experienced.

SPCA Summer Camps – Counselor Perspective

The original date for me to come home from Australia was originally set for yesterday evening. I switched my flight to come home just over two weeks early, because I got hired to do the SPCA summer day camps, and I needed to be home in time for training. Obviously, I would not have cut my trip short for any job that I did not think was extremely worthwhile and fulfilling; and I must say I am very happy with my new position. As an SPCA summer camp counselor, I am in charge of about seven or eight kids between the ages of 8 and 12. My co-counselors also have their own groups of kids to work with, so we often do group activities with roughly 24 kids as well.

Although I have only worked with them for less than two weeks, I am already amazed by the empathy and intelligence that these kids express when working with animals. We teach them about animal welfare, cruelty investigations, pet care, exotic animals, farm animals, domestic animals, native animals, and everything in between; but it doesn’t matter how many points we go over, they are always curious with new questions, and anxious to know how they can help.

I expected the kids to want to take home the dogs and cats they meet, which they do, but I did not expect them to so eagerly be willing to participate in fundraisers, volunteer work, raising awareness, and expressing immense amounts of sympathy for the animals waiting to be adopted – all actions that are encouraged, but not required. The empathy that the kids are learning for the animals through discovery of common abuse, neglect and inadequate care in reflected in the way in which they treat one another throughout the week. I have noticed that as the week progresses, the kids begin to make more of an effort to include others, express kindness and share ideas. For example, I will be asked questions, and will not even get the chance to answer them before a fellow camper eagerly chimes in with their newly discovered knowledge. I truly believe that the experiences that these kids are taking part in will shape them to be better people. I also appreciate being able to express my views on animal rights to people that want to hear what I have to say, and want to know what they can do to help – because we all have the ability to help. They reassure me that my efforts to help animals are the right thing to do.

Not only am I amazed by the kids I work with, but obviously I enjoy the animals as well. The attention that the animals waiting for a home are craving is very sad, but being able to keep them company and show them love is something that I enjoy doing, something I enjoy teaching kids to do, and something that I enjoy watching kids do without the need to learn how to do it. They are genuinely concerned about facts such as the decline of older pet adoption rates, or the stereotypes pitbulls face. So concerned in fact, that they create “take action” projects on these subjects, trying to raise awareness, and working so hard on them that they insist on taking them home so they can work more and help more animals.

I can honestly say that this is the best job that I could ask for. I have so much pride in what I do, and I am so proud of the kids I get to work with. Get involved! You’ll love life a little more.

For more information about how you can get involved, please visit: www.spca.bc.ca

 

 

 

Sydney to Home

We spent the final three days of our trip in Sydney with some boys we met in Byron Bay. After a 12 hour bus ride, we drove over the bridge in Sydney Harbour, and got our first view of the Opera House – something that we had all been waiting for, and had looked forward to the entire trip. We then arrived at our friends’ house to quickly be convinced to hit the  town to party. The bar we went to hosted an elaborate wet T-shirt contest, which would explain why it was the most crowded club we saw the entire trip. We had fun dancing,  but  realized quickly that Sydney was much colder than the rest of the coast we had seen when we stepped out of the club. The next morning we got an extensive tour from our gracious host through the entire city, hitting the Opera House again, Darling harbour, and a restaurant that claimed to be the home of the world’s greatest burgers. According to Kayleigh and Kirsten, it was. The three of us also agreed that the second night was one of the most fun of the trip, as we decided to stay home and play drinking games after one of the hosts dislocated his shoulder unexpectedly at the gym. Goon got the best of us one last time! The night was complete with very talented live music performances, and viewings of Planet Earth on a giant projector screen.

Our last day in Sydney was spent receiving a tour of Bondi Beach –  the final breathtaking beach of our tour. The long hike up to and through the  many different viewing points was well worth it. We even got  to see some  humpback whales in the wild. The final night was spent meeting  up with a few of our Contiki friends one last time  at  a great restaurant right in the harbour. We then went to meet up with our temporary roomies at a bar that was hosting trivia night. Before we showed up and won a giant case of beer for our team (which had conveniently been named the Boston Bruins prior to our arrival), Kirsten nearly got herself kicked out when she was caught sneaking her vodka into the bar. Of course she managed to not only sweet talk her way into staying, but keeping the vodka as well! We finished the night at a karaoke bar, where Kayleigh and roomie sang a fantastic duet to “A Whole New World”.

The next morning the boys were even nice enough to drive us to the airport to see us of – to the worst flight of our lives. It seemed that even “the sleeper” aka Kirsten had trouble taking a nap on that cramped 13-hour flight. However, we were all relieved to arrive safe and sound to Vancouver, especially to the hotties at customs. My Dad welcomed me back, while Kayleigh’s boyfriend not only surprised her with a bouquet, but gave Kirsten and I a rose each as well. It was a good welcoming.

Overall our trip was absolutely amazing. I’ll be in debt for an eternity, but it was worth every penny.

Byron Bay

Byron Bay was most likely my favourite stop on the trip as it was literally a hippie-filled, happy little town. We went on a day trip to Nimbin, which is known for the excessive amount of little old ladies that sell weed cookies. We went in a museum there that cannot be described as anything other than trippy. The bus driver, named Jim, is known for his infamous “Jim’s alternative tours” company, and he completed our bus ride home with Pink Floyd, Bob Marley and Sublime, except all the songs came on at specific times during the ride because of their ability to “go with” the scenery outside at that particular moment. Again, trippy. We stayed at a hostel called “The Art’s Factory”, where we met some Australian boys that offered us a place to stay in Sydney. Three nights of not having to pay for a hostel? Yes please. They joined us at Cheeky Monkey’s, a bar with bleachers that you stand and dance on, and we are still hanging out with them as I write this post. We also got to meet many different roommates from around the world, all of which instinctively questioned us about the Vancouver riots, much to our dismay, considering we weren’t aware that it was an international headline. We also got to hang out at another beautiful beach, complete with hippies playing drums and guitar every time we went. Kayleigh even decided to take a free drumming lesson at the hostel, with a very free-spirited instructor. We really appreciated the free-spirited lifestyle, and loved the most chill town we’ve ever set foot in.

Surfer’s Paradise

Surfer’s Paradise prooved to be a very fun place. Kayleigh discovered a show called “Dracula’s Cabaret” which she insisted we go to. It basically consisted of a bunch of people dressed as dracula’s and performing dance routines and burlesque, as well as dessert being served to us in a chocolate coffin. Good combination. The following day we got to take a surf lesson with two hot Aussie surf instructors. Kirsten and I did pretty well, and Kayleigh tried her best. The best part was the instructors dragging us around in the water until they thought a suitable wave was coming. One of the instructors also managed to get us a free ride on “The sling shot” which is basically a ride that shoots you up into the air – like a slingshot. The following day we watched in horror as the Canucks lost the Stanley Cup final. Needless to say, we were just as disgusted as the rest of the city when we heard about the riots in Vancouver.

Fraser Island to Rainbow Beach to Brisbane

After arriving back to Hervey Bay from our 4x4ing tour very tired, very dirty, and very scarred from the English boys stories and questions, we headed off to Rainbow beach for one night. This town, again, had an amazing beach, but really didn’t have much else to offer. One could basically say that it would be a nice place to retire one day. Luckily, we headed off to Brisbane the next day, which is comparable to Vancouver in that it has high-rises, was about the same temperature, and has cafes and sushi restaurants on every corner. They had an ice-skating/winter/Christmas festival set-up. It was complete with fake-snow, kids running around in Santa costumes, and free chai tea lattes (which were obviously what drew us to the event). We all agreed that we felt very weird being in a Christmas environment in the middle of June, but nonetheless we quite enjoyed the little taste of the holiday spirit. In Brisbane, we spent most of our time either watching the Canucks, or going out to massive clubs. The nightlife was a bit of a let down though, considering we didn’t make it there on their busy nights, and the people that we did meet were a bit less gentleman-like than Vancouver. However, we did get to spend the day at Steve Irwin’s Australia Zoo. We lucked out because we happened to be there on the day that Terry, Bindi, and Bob Irwin were filming the first episode of their new show. We got to watch as they wrestled an alligator to move it to a more suitable home. It was like watching the crocodile hunter all over again! We also got to hang out with kangaroos that would willingly interact with you and allow you to pet them. There was also a Koala sanctuary that allowed us to give the Koalas willing to participate, a pat on the back. Overall, the standards of the zoo were pretty good, considering the Irwin family is running the facility, and they are actively involved with many conservation efforts, and humane-treatment of animal movements. Then we headed off to Surfer’s Paradise…

Airlie Beach to Fraser Island

We travelled to a beach called 1770 from Airlie Beach, where we were supposed to have a surf lesson before we headed off to Fraser Island for our 4x4ing tour. Unfortunately, the travel agent we chose to book with double booked us and we had to cancel the lesson, making the one night stay in 1770 a complete waste, which is unfortunate because apparently it is a beautiful beach. Anyways, we made it to Hervey Bay, which is the take-off point for the 4x4ing tour, and spent a night there. We decided to take a walk on the beach and to our dismay we were flashed by a crazy man! We called the police and actually got to go on a short ride-along looking for the flasher, which admittedly, made us all feel very cool. The following day we left for our 4x4ing tour, which basically consisted of taking a big 4×4 jeep and driving all over the island. Our group consisted of us, two Italians and three English boys, who turned out to have quite the vulgar sense of humour. At camp, we were surrounded by wild dingoes that would steal our food if we turned our backs on them. Once it got completely dark, it was pretty scary to walk back to the tent to grab something and cross paths with one of them, but in the end they turned out to be very friendly. We also encountered a praying mantis and an ant that was about an inch and a half long in our tent. Lovely. Regardless of the creatures we met along the way, the beaches on the Island were some of the most memorable of the trip. We climbed up to the top of a cliff to look for whales and sharks, but only saw sting-rays swimming below. Overall, the adventure was great, as we drank more than our fair share of goon, and even let Kirsten attempt to drive the bumpy roads we encountered. The boys were less than pleased with her skill. However, when Kirsten and I joined in a game of beach soccer with them, they were very impressed, telling us that we were the “best soccer-playing girls on the planet” – in Italian accents.