Twitter: A New Obsession

When I first heard about Twitter, I thought it was lame. I was all, "why do I want ANOTHER place to write one-liners about what I'm doing or feeling or loving, when Facebook does it just as well?" Good question, me. Fast-forward a year-and-a-half (or more?) later, and here I am: obsessed.

I guess the unique draw of Twitter is that you can choose to follow your friends via text, but I think that just borders on crazy. However, I do love that I can update my page through text if I'm doing something extra cool, such as buying fancy honeycrisp apples or successfully avoiding the Jesus guy at Dundas Square.

Look, I know this post is pretty useless but I'm just pleased that I'm actually writing something. Twitter may sound superfluous, but at least it's the great lazy way for me to (in a way) blog daily (but not really) (but kind of). Czech my latest updates on the right...

The Difference

There are things that make me realize that living in Canada is the better option for me, even though I would like to live in certain US states just for the experience. My citizenship, however, belongs here.

The day after the election I read a youth-oriented open forum discussion, and the 5000+ comments were for the most part full of jubilance. Then some of our southern neighbours started to share Facebook status updates from their contact lists, mostly from young Republicans: "That's it, I'm leaving the country". "You'll see this was the wrong decision!" "We're all going to die!". It was kind of surprising to me, cause it seems like Canadian youth are Liberal almost across the board. I didn't realize the heated support that McCain had from throngs of teenagers and twenty-somethings!

Curious, I logged on to Facebook to check the recent status updates from my friend list; there were at least 50 updates concerning the US election. They were all celebratory - every single one. 

So you know... I think this is the place to be.

From Shadower To Shadowee

Grade nine is the milestone year where us gals get to participate in "Take Your Daughter To Work Day". You bet your hindquarters I participated back in '96 - and for some reason I didn't shadow my own parents. Maybe it was because I had already been in their classrooms countless times before, or they were sick of my face to begin with, or I was sick of their faces to begin with - whatever, it doesn't matter. Instead, I spent a squeamish day at the hospital with Lila, shadowing her Nurse mom and trying to avoid eye contact with the old man who had sores all over his body. All I really remember is that three people died that day (or was it one person on the third floor?), and the most scarring image of all: an old lady gagging on the tube being shoved down her throat for a gastro-something-something. Oh god, the agony! The visual excrutiation!! But you know, seeing the camera explore her stomach was pretty cool, I must say.

Spending a day doing something completely different than anything I had known before was fascinating, even if sometimes jarring. I guess that's the beauty of spending "Take Your Daughter To Work Day" with someone else's mom.

Today I brought my daughter to work - by daughter, I mean someone else's kid, of course. An acquaintance requested that I spend a couple of hours with her little one teenager, because my job is "cool". Basically I told her to sit in front of the computer and read blogs for two hours. No, I got her to sort some photos, resize them and post them (she did my job while I read blogs). Then we did a mini photoshoot on the roof and I took her on the "most important task of the day": a Starbucks run. She refused a free treat. What kind of grade niner is this?!!!!! By no means was her time with me as memorable as my experience, but I hope she left with a smile on her face. :)