Man day

I’m one of the girls. There I said it. After yesterday’s Mexican night I was not only stuffed with Jacinta’s awesome burritos and a lot of tequila but also, with being in the company of women for so long, quite a lot of oestrogen. But I even failed today.

My day was meant to be masculine, car shopping, gym, bike mechanics, beer and probably arm wrestling. I got as far as car shopping. Not buying because I realised I can’t stand obsequious car salesmen or sailor men at the sailor-ship as someone would have it. But maybe I’ve made a choice, or maybe not. I’m back on Monday to really make a choice.

Tomorrow it’s going to be hiking with a hungover Sophie!

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Unpacking

Today was a day of two halves. A.M. was lazy. Spoke to my folks, spoke to Jessie, spoke some more to Jessie, unpacked a few boxes, laundry, emptied dishwasher etc etc.

This evening I went for a loop on my bike. Only one of my bikes here is rideable right now. Everything I shipped from the UK arrived on Wednesday and the bikes were semi-dismantled for packing so I’m still in the process of tuning number two. It was the Boardman Team Carbon that came out today. Got to hand it to Boardman and Halfords, it’s an amazing bike for the money, especially on the UK government “Ride-2-Work” scheme. The frame is really nice, OK components although I’m not sure about the SRAM double tap system. Shimano 105 and Ultegra on my Specialized seemed better but I’m still breaking it in so I’ll give the benefit of the doubt just now.

I rode a gorgeous loop from where I live, round a coastal point, along the beach roads and back. Not far, gps said just over 16k, but a couple of hills and some amazing views. I stopped to take some of it in.

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Coming and going

I’ve had an unusual week. There’s probably more significant things happening in my life right now than ever and yet topics for blogs entries are difficult.

The guys who live next-door are using a circular saw to cut wooden braces to shaw up a bed in their ancient caravan in preparation for the Burning Man festival.

There’s a cat next to me called PeeWee and a lady upstairs who looks like Annie Lennox. Its strange how life changes.

People arrive and people leave.

Today I researched my options around cars, leasing, buying new, buying pre-owned, buying and importing and loans. I moved some finances over to boost my credit rating. I made an awesome salad, half of it cooked out on the BBQ and now I am watching a documentary on origami – Between the Folds – out on the front deck.

Life is nearly perfect.

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Back to the land of the working

Quicker than expected I think I’ve got a job! I’m not quite sure what I expected but when I landed in Vancouver three weeks ago, I didn’t think I’d have something by now .

I had an interview last Thursday, a second interview on the Friday and then went in for my third yesterday. There are the usual checks but if all the ducks are in a row then hopefully I start in a couple of weeks. I’m pretty pleased – its one less thing to stress about and it means my time here is not immediately limited by cash. It sounds like a good position in an interesting company and potentially with prospects. The office is in a great location, probably a ten minute cycle from where I am living and with some amazing views form the office. There is likely a bit of travel within Canada which is cool. The people I’ve met so far seem enthusiastic, professional and friendly. There isn’t much more I’m going to say about it. Its not guaranteed until I’m actually through the door and I likely won’t start for at least two weeks.

Now…..what to do with my two weeks off!?

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FL Studio on the iPhone, iPod & iPad!

Once you go Mac you never go back.  For me anyway.  I love my Mac and my Macbook Pro.  One thing I did lament leaving behind on my PC though was Image-Line’s FL Studio (formerly and still colloquially called FruityLoops).  It is a music production tool, sequencer, mixing desk, MIDI recorder, instrument, pretty much everything you need to make a tune.

Today Image-Line announced the release of a version for the iPhone, iPod Touch and iPad.  I thought I’d seen a sequencer on one of Apple’s iPad adverts.  Well today I downloaded the version for my iPhone and I’ve got to say, I’m pretty impressed.  There is some serious thought seems to have gone into the UI on this.  Its a bold move to try to port something with even a fraction of the feature from FL on to an iPhone,  but it works.  I’ve only spent a couple of hours playing and I’m certainly no musician,  but its fun and its not fiddly or frustrating.  Many of the functions look and feel the same as the PC FL-Studio.  Its intuitive,  the Retina display makes it look awesome,  and it produces some interesting sounds for such a small gizmo.  And as it’s on special in the App Store right now,  I suggest having a look…. http://www.image-line.com/documents/news.php?entry_id=13073329

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Who am I writing for?

How do I know what to write in a blog? I’m writing for myself. Pardon? What’s that you say? Couldn’t I write a diary? Actually no. I’m trying to put my finger on why not….all I can really come up with is that in writing a blo,g I’m not actually writing to myself. I’m not writing for anyone else, I’m not that conceited honestly, but I think the threat of someone else reading it keeps me focused. I think a diary would just be a stream, or more like a vomit, of consciousness. But I think there would be some sort of feedback loop created when I started. I’d pour out any thought and they would become in-cohesive as my mind wandered (wondered?). Then I’d analyse them and become self critical then I’d analyse my analysis and so on like a snake eating its tail until I stopped. Blah.

Instead, by understanding that someone might read this, I write for a different audience other than myself. I seem not to eat my own tail. Thoughts only go down when there is a bit of cohesion. It’s still unequivocal drivel but for some reason it’s stable.

That got me thinking. What’s the difference between me and the audience I imagine? An imagined audience is still me right? I mean you obviously do imbue characteristics on your audience that oneself might not possess, a children’s author for example, but if I’m writing for a non-existent, non-specific audience, why am I not a subset of that group? And that, I think, is a fundamental element of my and perhaps others nature. I perceive myself as different.

I’m writing this sat on benches outside a baseball diamond. It screams this is North America. I’m surrounded by Arts and Crafts style wood slat housing with open gardens and yellow road signs. My mind tells me I’m still in the UK but my senses all tell me different.

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Wherever you go….there you are.

“Wherever you go there you are”.  A friend once gave me a book with this as the title.  Its a sort of introspective philosophy.  It tells us not to try to change our surroundings looking for something that is within us all the time.  When I was thinking about my move to Canada it was something that was in the back of my mind.

There’s a lot of use in the philosophy, but I don’t think its everything.  To take it as the be-all-and-end-all sort of assumes that “you” are static, and that you just need to look inside to understand the “real you”.  It encourages a meditative attitude.  But it can’t be everything.  If you take that to its logical conclusion you’d have to ask the question, “when do you become you?”.  It denies nurture or environment as a factor, or at least it denies that it has a necessary impact beyond a certain point of age or maturity.  If its proposition is that it is always true, then it is so naive to the human condition that it is a useful trinket for meditation but nothing more.

Maybe I am over-emphasising it.  Perhaps it should be qualified as ”Wherever you go there you are,  but at least they’re not and who knows,  it might be nicer”.

I should just add that moving to Canada has nothing to do with getting away from anyone before I give someone as complex!!  I’m much shallower than that.  I just love the outdoors and with only 33 million people in a country 41 times the size of the UK,  there’s a lot of outdoors!!

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Today was a good day….

Noone died,  but fortunately that doesn’t normally feature in whether I have a good day or bad.  Of course,  if someone did die it would almost certainly be a bad day.  Anyhow.

I’m still looking for accommodation in Vancouver.  I know its only day two here but I want somewhere yesterday.  I saw two places today.  The first was perfect.  I’d have taken it there and then but unfortunately I think there’s competition.  The place is rented by a couple, Kyle and Jackie.  Both from Ontario, Kyle a plumber and Jackie a sign-language student.  They seem to be doing it right.  Nice yard, BBQ, foosball table, secure toy storage, everything really, and in a cool location.  They also seem to be into their outdoor trips which would be a massive bonus.  Anyway,  there was another Brit there at the same time, Nick, who was starting work in the nearby UBC and someone else straight after.  Who knows.  I told them I wanted the place but do they want little old me?

Second place was probably a no.  Nice lady, Denise, but I’d be a lodger rather than a housemate.  Still,  it might be a last resort.  Sorry Denise.

I wandered from place two on Larch Street to West Broadway.  I’d already started to have feelings for this place having walked from Olympic Village to 4th Street and past all the restaurants and bars and shops there.  Broadway is more of the same and I think I found a little bit of the vibrancy I was worried was missing from Vancouver.  Then I walked from Broadway to Kits beach.  Big wide streets,  nice quiet places,  decks,  back-yards, BBQs, people outside, cycling, running, just being outside, dudes on couches (nice couches,  not knackered things that actually might suck) on front lawns waiting for the hockey to start,  a group slack-lining badly in the park,  some crazy guy having to wrap up his power kite – why on earth did he think he could fly it amongst a million people?, people playing tennis,  yachting, skating, skim-boarding, sunbathing – and not pasty Brighton sunbathing but North American bikini sunbathing, a man with a huge, real parrot on a stick.

Everyone was outside and not one of them was pissed with a pitbull.

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Vancouver

So here I finally am. Four years on after first applying for a Candian visa. Descending into Vancouver. Low cloud, 11 degrees and drizzling.

What a year it’s been so far. Leaving RBS, Norway with Jessica, Kenya, Tanzania and SA with Brad, getting to the top of Kilimanjaro, Spain, climbing in the Himalayas, renovating my flat and now a one way ticket to Canada. And that’s more, but that’s not for here.

I’ve been making a(nother) list while I’ve been flying of what needs to happen now. There are a few loose ends not tied up back in the UK that my brother is very kindly helping with. There’s my car to sell, there a bit of work left in the flat that might need doing and there’s still changing all my details etc. Still, to do the last part I need a place to stay first and that’s what my focus is going to be on when I finally land.

It’s a strange feeling that I can best describe as not one feeling but a mass of feelings. I’m excited, I’m nervous about the logistics, I’m overwhelmed by the amount of stuff I still have to do, I’m sad to be leaving Blackheath and the things and people I’ve become familiar with, I’m looking forward to starting a new chapter. For the first time, for now at least, the aircrew’s words, “For those of you arriving home”, applied to me somewhere not the UK.

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Timeout in Khare

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