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Monday, July 31, 2006

Success!


I’m pleased to announce that the party went off without a hitch. Instead of TVs falling over, mirrors being smashed and bottles being tossed out the window onto the passing dumpster divers below (all accidental of course), everyone was more than well behaved. In fact, the lack of drama was a bit disturbing. Have we all become such adults?

But as far as flatwarming parties/high school/university reunions go it was a lot of fun. I’m not sure how many people we had crammed in there at once (anyone have an estimate?) since a lot of you were going up to the deck. But it never felt TOO crowded. And China did an amazing job with the fireworks. I’m surprised no one had the gall to actually watch them from inside the pool (although Jace was more interested in going out-of-bounds to the roof).

I have a feeling that the deck got the brunt of the damage as my humble abode escaped anything major. There were lots of spills though, so thank God for hardwood floors. And my place did/does reek of stale brahma beer and mojitos. But the magic clean-up fairies did such a good job of putting all the empties away. Of course, one doesn’t have a party without finding random things the next morning…high school photographs in the weirdest of places, Tupperware containers of sugar, crazy doodles, tubs of hummus with pistachio shells in it, gigantic jugs of beer in the closet, 50 different types of downloading software on my computer, plastic cups with ineligible names written on them and my retired neighbour’s Rolling Stone CD (who by the way, was not the one-dimensional chap who was propped up in the corner).

But anyhoo, thank you all for coming, I hope you had fun and we should do this again real soon. And shame on those who didn’t come (and no, going away on vacation with your family is not a legitimate excuse).

The sky lights up over English Bay

Friday, July 28, 2006

Laws of Physics be Damned!

All right, I have a mild dilemma...This is my "living room":
This is my "kitchen":
And this is my bedroom:


The problem is as follows...how am I going to fit 20 people into a 435 square foot studio apartment? Standing room only, I suppose...btw, if anyone has any folding chairs, be a doll and bring them. Otherwise some of you are going to be sitting on the toilet.
Speaking of, I only have one. So if one of you wants to bring a porta potty as well, be my guest.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Beware of Flying Objects


Since I now live near a beach, I decided it was probably in my best interest to actually go to the beach.


So Sunday, I packed up a beach bag and headed down Davie and met up with Austen, his friend with a name I can pronounce but not spell and some ESL students. Their idea was to play some ultimate frisbee. I was ready for a game of ultimate nothing.

The beach was crowded as hell with it being Sunday and all, with clear skies and oven-like tempatures, although there was a breeze whipping up the waves and thus whipping up any objects that might be sailing through the air.
See, I have a particular fear. It's going to sound bad, but I'm going to say it anyway. I have a fear of balls.

OK, that did sound bad. I should rephrase that. I have a fear of flying objects...because somehow, no matter who is throwing them, they always end up hitting me in the face. And it's not just balls either. Birds sometimes dive-bomb me, and frisbees are attracted to me like a magnet. Which is why I was a bit apprehensive about playing ultimate frisbee.
Austen braves the surf


Being a good sport though, I played a few rounds until Austen's throw nearly took my hand out. Perhaps I was safer lying on the sand and taking sun. Only I wasn't. While the frisbee sailed past me at lightening speed, the wind would take it and wing it at my head. My poor hands had to defend myself from the onslaught time and time again. As if that wasn't enough to worry about, some Croatian man and his young son decided to play soccer in the middle of the frisbee game and everytime the ball would get kicked onto someone's oiled-back or picnic lunch, he would laugh maniacally. Then young shirtless hotshots decided the place beside me was perfect for a game of tossing the ol' pigskin around. I don't know if hurtling footballs at girl's heads is some guy's ways of picking them up or what, but let me tell you...it doesn't work.


There's fear behind those sunglasses


The breaking point was when the Croatian man brought out his football and decided to receive the catch by standing right in front of me. And, let me tell you, eight-year old boys do NOT know how to throw a football. After the umptienth bad throw nearly took my sunglasses out, I decided it was time to go.

Of course the wind still had it in for me. Snapping pics of the waves and people as I walked along the seawall, I was unaware of a series of gigantic swells heading my way. Suffice to say I felt like I went swimming that day, without even stepping foot in the ocean.


Apres surf drinks at Moxies with Amanda, Austen and sea-swept hair

Saturday, July 22, 2006

What's your style?

Today was hot hot hot. So, whats the best cure for hot hot heat? Sitting by the pool with an ice cold beer, of course.
Only, that's not what we did. Far be it for us to be THAT reasonable. Instead we decided to go shopping. During the middle of the day. In 35 degree weather. Walking. Outside.
Turns out it wasn't all that bad. From my house we walked down Davie to Thurlow to Robson, down Robson, onto Denman and down Denman and turned onto Davie. A two-hour circle that yielded no shopping, whatsoever. Because, in order for it to constitute shopping, you have to buy something, right?
Well, I did try on a pair of jeans (BAD idea in sweaty weather). But, poor stylish Ross couldn't find a single shirt to satisfy his taste. Not that I can blame him, Robson is pretty bland for men's clothing and Ross's own style is pretty original (fedora's, anyone?). However, the gay stores we tried were TOO original. Especially those Speedos. Just not his style.
Then I got to thinking about "my style". Those of you who know me (and are women) often see stuff in shops and go "oh that is such a Karina shirt." Easy to regonize, but harder to explain. After all, what is my style? I like what I like. I think I gravitate towards more pretty/romantic things, than sexy things (though 6 years ago it would have been the reverse). But at the same time, you'll rarely catch me out of jeans, which amps up the casual.
Except for today. Because it was so freakin hot I wore one of my skirts I got in Norway which I wore all last summer because it was so freakin' hot in Europe.
So, I asked Ross, "How would you describe my style in general?"
Ross, "Um, part hippie..."
I never heard the other part because I was still stuck on the first one. Part hippie? Me? Excuse me? I am so not granola.
"Yeah, because you wear those long skirts and big earrings..." he trailed off.
"I never wear long skirts"
"You are wearing one now"
Yeah...for the first time this year. The moral of the story is, maybe your style is whatever you are wearing right now. Which isn't anything close to hippie-ish.

The above documents the closest thing to me ever resembling a hippie

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Por Que No?


The above photo is from La Alberca, from the wee trip I took to Spain in April. Seems like ages ago in some ways, and like it was just yesterday in others.
The first visitor from Spain arrived in Vancouver the other day. Good ol' Tomas and his lovely girlfriend are vacationing over here, enjoying Vancouver, Whistler, Victoria, Banff and Jasper. Luckily for them, the weather has been fantastic, with a high of 36C over this weekend. And despite wandering down to Main and Hastings by accident (where their guidebook said was a big NO), the city has rubbed off on them.
Ross and I met up with them last night at Milestones, overlooking English Bay. You couldn't have asked for a more wonderful spot. It was a lot of "More or Less" and other Spanish idioms, as well as a rehashing of La Alberca (ahhh, jugs of wine at lunch, I miss those days). And it made me realize that Spain is a place I still must return to and it still has a special place in my heart. And despite my busy schedule, I still want to learn Spanish. Next year, next year...and maybe we'll do La Alberca again. I miss all you crazy Spaniards!

Monday, July 17, 2006

All in a day's work

Sometimes I only have to leave the office to realize I don't have the typical job. I was just sent to get the mail. Along the way I was able to peek into Mark Wahlberg's trailer. I also saw a dog dressed in a racoon suit. They were training him to walk like a racoon...I watched this for a few moments with a security guard who found it all too amusing. The other day, a loud explosion rocked our offices and the building shook for a few seconds. I thought it was an earthquake. Turns out they were blowing up Vampires for the TV series Blade in the studio next door.
I know when I first got the job, I was asked if I could call up George Clooney's manager. Well, that hasn't happened yet, but here are some folks I contacted today:
-Halle Berry
-Benicio Del Toro
-Patricia Clarkson
-Rachel McAdams
and, of course, Mark Wahlberg.
This week I also have to ring up Pierce Brosnan, Chris Cooper, David Duchovny, Sam Mendes, Quentin Tarantino, Kevin Smith and Joshua Jackson.
And to think I used to get nervous just calling up the pizza place.

Friday, July 14, 2006

The only thing that is certain in life.....


.....is that nothing is certain. We all think sometimes that we have life figured out, that we take things for granted and can see what's down the line. But we can't. We can't even come close.
A friend of mine asked me a while back about her boyfriend, who she has been with for a while.
"I don't know if he is 'the one.' Do we ever really know if he is the one?"
I know there are some smug couples out there who would love to jump up and say, "Yes, I know it. He is the one. We are meant to be. We are proof of that."
How is being with him at this moment, proof of anything? All it proves is that you aren't dead yet. You may have something true and solid right now, but what happens tomorrow when he wakes up and realizes he doesn't love you anymore? When you take a job overseas? When one day you screw up bigtime over something stupid and never get what you had back? The truth is, we can never know anything. We can't see down the line to the future. Not to next year, to next month or to the next minute. I could drop dead while writing this blog for all I know (and I know that might please one or two of you).
If life is a series of events, that bring us to this moment, to right now...then there is no saying where we are going tomorrow. I don't know if I will still have a boyfriend. I don't know if I will still have a job. I don't know that my apartment isn't going to burn down, that my parents won't get divorced, that my dog wont die, that I wont get sick. I don't know any of this and neither do you.
And that's life. It sucks sometimes. It's human nature to want to know what is going to happen next. We are all curious, answer-seeking people who want to take comfort in knowing what the future will bring them. Why do you think we go to psychics, or church or take quizzes on the web called "Is your relationship meant to last?" We all want to believe that everything will be all right.
And everything will be all right, as long as you accept that your life and everything you hold dear could change at any given moment and all that you take for granted can be swept out from under you. Accept it, take a leap of faith and just believe that at this moment you are exactly where you are meant to be. For better or for worse.
The only thing that we know is that we don't know anything.
But then, what do I know?

Thursday, July 13, 2006

A Never Ending Story


This is obviously a story that's not going away anytime soon. And what's most interesting about it is the fact that, well, it keeps getting interesting.
Apparently, now Materazzi is being investigated as well, for provoking the attack. It's obvious that there is a lot more to this situation than what meets the eye, as there usually is in these types of things. And from the emails I have gotten from my football mad friends worldwide, I can tell that this touches a nerve. A lot of people are divided on who is the villiain in this sitiuation, as nothing is ever just black and white.
Originally, the world (and I) scratched it's head at what could have set Zidane off to just headbutt Materazzi out of the blue like that. Such a shocking act, that was seemingly unjustified.
Then the rumours started flying. There seemed to be actual reason to his actions, although the specifics are still kept quiet. Fifa officials know what was said, Zidane's lawyer knows what was said, as do the two players, obviously. It was smart of Zidane to keep the specifics of the comments to himself, as he did in a press conference in which he apologized for his actions. He doesn't regret what he did, as he sees that the action will lead him down the path he is supposed to go down. I must say, after seeing such an enraged man slam his head into the Italian, knocking him to the ground, I was quite surprised to see how calm, collected and humble Zidane was in the press conference. Admitting what he did was wrong but acknowledging it was something that needed to be done.
Of course, we still don't know what exactly was said. Everything from dirty terrorists, to calling your mother or sister a whore...all which are designed to get a reaction.
And since Materazzi is now being investigated, it seems obvious that whatever he said was more than uncalled for. I can understand Zidane being villainized as a footballer with a short temper and no disregard for his actions, had Materazzi not said anything, which was my orginal inkling. But since Materazzi went after Zidane, looking for a reaction (which he got in spades), it's more apparent that there are two guilty parties here. Did Materazzi say such things, knowing that it would get a rise out of Zidane? Obviously, with those comments, especially to an Algerian immigrant with a close family, you would expect to get a reaction. So, did Materzzai do it, knowing (or hoping) Zidane would react and thus would get red carded, if not yellow-carded? Is that how Italy won the cup? Since the game was so close, and Italy still didnt dominate until the pentaly shots (in which Zidane is genius at), it's a tough call. It's just a shame that something that should just be about the game, has come down to insults and actions. But I guess it shows we are just humans after all, and somethings matter more than just a football game.

BTW I've been told I should name my car Zizou, as "it would show that your car is prepared to take no crap from anyone who may get in the way."

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Blast from the Past: Part Two - NOW

This is Blair and Meag. We all used to live together on residence in New Zealand...well, actually Blair wasn't my roomate but he was over everyday eating all of our food and Meffin's Power Wheaties or something. But Meag was my roomate for a good few months...figures that I move to another country and I find 2 sisters (Meag and Brie) from Victoria living with me.
It's been 3 years since I saw them all last and while people do change (except for you Blair, you look exactly the same), we all settled back into our roles...Blair smacked me on my head, I refused to sing karaoke and Meag tried to get us into Celebrities by putting on a veil and pretending it was her Stagette party. Not that she's done that before, but in Auckland she wouldn't shy about climbing into a club's 2nd story window to bypass the line...it worked too. Or it got us kicked out. Somethings don't change.
Blair is visiting from NZ for Bries wedding this weekend..she and her fiance, Jay, were also my roomates in NZ, so it's kind of cool that everything is coming full circle. We even met up with Jeremy who also hung out a lot in our Auckland apartment. And the creepiest part? Meag lives exactly one block from my new apartment, on the same street. So it looks like we are neighbours once again. And this time next week, I don't have to pass out on her couch after a Tuesday Boozeday...my own couch will be a one minute walk away.

















funny faces
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jeremy





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The AUT gang ends on a drunk note



































SHHHHH! I'm trying to sleep

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Blast from the Past: Part One



This week it seems like everyone from my past seems to be crawling out of the woodwork. Pictured above is my good friend Amanda N. I don't know why I still call her Amanda N., since we are no longer in Catholic school (OLPH or Old Ladies Pool House as we liked to call it), where there was an Amanda N. and an Amanda K. Although, Amanda K. works at Las Margaritas on 4th...so, there is a chance that we all might be in the same room together and I would have bring out the intials to tell them apart.

I've known Amanda N. for about 20 years or so, and as you can see with my brilliant montage, we've changed alot over the years. We look older and a little bit smarter (although I think I looked pretty cool in my punk phase...does it count as a phase if it lasted 5 years?). But besides us growing into two charming young women, we've also changed a lot in our personal lives. She has two lovely kids and is engaged....I don't have either. But I do have a job that is slowly growing on me (very slowly) and my own column which was just launched on our webpage today....Hallewood Beat. Yes, I have always thought that Halle and Hollywood would one day meet...just not this way. But hey, I'm not complaining. The point is, looking back, neither one of us would have guessed that we would end up the way we are...but that's life I guess. A series of twists and turns, just windy enough to keep you guessing.

Monday, July 10, 2006

The Fine Art of Losing Your Cool



So, despite being tucked away on the boat this weekend, I still managed to catch the World Cup Final on Sunday....of course, we all favoured Italy, because, hey who favours the French? (I'm just kidding, Olivier, Xavio and Arnaud and all you other Frenchies out there!)

Piled into the Yacht Club's outstation caretaker's house, we had beer (at 10:30 AM, perhaps it was a little early for that), hot-dogs and various footy fare and sat down to watch what turned out to be an exciting match. No, I didn't think going to a shoot-out was perhaps the best way to end the final, and I did think that with Zidane and Henry out, Italy should have easily scored during that last bit. But you got to give credit to France for putting up a good fight. Who you can't give credit to is Zidane....

His headbutt was not only shocking but unjustified. Only, of course, like anything, there was some "justification": The Paris-based anti-racism advocacy group SOS-Racism issued a statement Monday quoting "several very well informed sources from the world of football" as saying Materazzi called Zidane a "dirty terrorist." Now let's say that Materazzi did say those words to Zidane...can you justify what Zidane did?

"Zidane is someone who reacts to things," said Aime Jacquet, Zidane's coach at the 1998 World Cup. "Unfortunately he could not control himself. It's terrible to see him leave this way."

With the whole world watching, how could Zidane think he could get away with it? Maybe because it was his last game and he figured he could go out with a bang...as they say, bad press is good press. But, sheesh, try going out with some dignity...maybe he wants everyone to hate him.
Now, I've had the misfortune of losing my cool and doing some pretty stupid things - I do know of the point where all you can see is blind rage and you drive down the road screaming at the top of your lungs, or say things you don't mean to say. So, it's not to say I don't understand. But isn't civilty what seperates us from the animals? And can losing your cool ever really be a fair excuse? I don't think it's a good excuse for me when I blow a gasket...understandable perhaps, but dissapointing at the same time. We should be better than that.

It's a tricky subject and something that's been on my mind as of late. What's most annoying is the fact that Zidane is staying mum on the subject and won't give anyone any clue of what drove him to such a childish act. Maybe somethings can't be figured out...or aren't meant to be. Posted by Picasa

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Here’s to Miss "Not-So Anonymous"

I raise my drink to you. Your childish, inarticulate and immature comments on the blogs have caused quite an exciting stir. I guess you figured in that naïve, uneducated brain of yours that by posting anonymously on people’s blogs, you could hide behind your computer screen, too afraid and insecure to come out and say something. Not that anything you have to say would make any sense at all. You are obviously not only insanely jealous and a compulsive liar, but must be absolutely psycho to attack someone you haven’t even met, let alone know. But we know who you are.

See, when people do as you have done, they aren’t really so “Anonymous” after all. People like you are quite easy to find out. You are probably one of those girls who live in a small, redneck town that has a permanent stink cloud over it. Going nowhere with your life, you waste your days working part-time jobs, probably aiming for a shallow career such as modelling (or porn), not realizing that you have to be beautiful not only on the outside but on the inside too. Which would explain why you’ll most likely go nowhere…a Plain Jane on the outside (airbrushing is your best friend) and an ugly mess on the inside. You also seem like the type who is so desperate that you can’t get a proper man, that you would give your number out left and right to anyone in front of you.

And if that doesn’t work, you would probably go after another woman’s boyfriend, thinking you have a chance. Unfortunately for you, you are also so deluded that you can’t see that you will fail miserably…and will have to admit defeat. Cuz he knows exactly what kind of a person you are. A blow to the ego, perhaps. But it’s an ego that’s way to big for your body anyway.

So cheers to you Miss “Not-So Anonymous.” Thanks for providing some entertainment for me and my friends. With the Internet, you can do some pretty cool things...
P.S., I think you seriously should consider getting some professional help to help you deal with the shitload of issues that you have…and I don’t mean calling in to a radio talk show. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Little Escapes

Although this picture looks like it was taken sometime in the late 70's/early 80's, I can assure you it was taken this weekend. At a place that feels like a bit of a time warp itself: Salt Spring Island. I was even eating a Wild Rose Gelato...which was gelato made out of roses (something hippies would have eaten in the 70's). Now, I've never eaten a rose before, so I didn't know what to expect, but it tastes like it smells. Maybe more like how rose-soap would smell. And tasted curiously good. Not that I've eaten soap...except that time I taught my friend a swear word (no wait, that was A Christmas Story).
Anyhoo, I know I just blogged about Salt Spring, but working and going to SS is all I have been doing for the last few weeks...and I'm happy with it. In fact, I'm going back here AGAIN this friday. And I don't think I'm getting sick of it anytime soon.
You see, I'm having some trouble getting used to working 9-5 (well 10-6 for me)...I never thought I would be in an office job (in fact, I looked down on them in disdain)... and even though this isn't your typical office job (interviewing Quentin "F" Tarantino doesn't come easily), I am still in an office for most of the day. So, most of the week, I am not doing the things I would rather be doing (ie, hanging out, doing nothing) and thus I feel stifled.
So how can I get more out of my life, trying to balance having one with going to work? Well, routine is one thing. And moving downtown (2 weeks baby!) is another...my commute will be cut in half and I'll actually be in the state of mind to get out and do something.
But until then, I'm going to keep getting on that ferry and sailing off into the wild blue yonder. Cuz a well-used weekend can do wonders for the rest of your work week. Posted by Picasa