Birthday 2014 – 37!

It seems like I’ve been doing little retrospectives the past few years on my birthday, so here goes!

It was another good trip around the sun overall! Maybe not as many big accomplishments as I’d like, but lots of adventures and meeting neat new people and small projects that turned out well. The biggest change was landing the new job at the university. I like being in the thick of things on campus, and I’m creatively and technically challenged, so I’m having fun. I did my first public lecture, bought a new car, learned a bunch of new code, grew purple beans, hacked a kinect, set up my workshop, filled up a sketchbook, attended weddings, funerals, births – it was busy!

I’m a year older! I’m finding turning 37 a bit unnerving though.

Natasha and I binge-watched the “Up” series of documentaries, where a set of British kids are interviewed every 7 years throughout their lives. It’s an incredible documentary series, but when you watch them in a row it’s like a time-lapse, where they age 7 years every hour, 61,320 times normal aging speed. I had to stop for a mental break at “35 up” because it was freaking me out – existential crisis. At their pace I’ve only got another 5 or 6 hours to live! AAAAAAHHHH!!!!

That afternoon triggered some kind of mid-life pressure to get stuff done. The theme of my resolutions for this year were to concentrate on making things – thinking more about long-term projects and less about just reacting to day-to-day impulses. No sports car or half-my-age girlfriend yet – it’s not one of those crises. 😉 But I’m honestly starting to fret about time, which I guess is really just about accepting that not everything I want to do in life is going to get done. Some of the things I planned to do “someday” are looking like “probably never”, and that’s a hard pill for me to swallow.


A little bigger than your standard bug – I did a doodle of a Goliath Beetle. Natasha saw me working on it and found it repulsive – so I must have gotten it partly right. 😉

Incidentally, it took me well into my mid-twenties to realize that “The Beatles” was a play on words and not just some kind of weird British spelling.


Bus Poetry

In a really cool partnership, the Council for the Arts, and Pattison advertising have started running bus ads featuring writings by Canadian poets. The ones I’ve seen have been really accessible, lovely poems that in a lot of ways have brightened up my morning commute.


I have a hard time bringing myself to read poetry because I rarely feel it’s about me – especially the really long-form ranty Allen Ginsberg-type raw slam poetry stuff. It feels so far removed from my life. I can appreciate the importance of the work in it’s context, but personally much of it does very little for me. It’s all the worse when it’s really opaque – when you read the words forty times and still have no idea what’s going on.

So I really appreciate the curators of these bus pieces. They may not be extra challenging, but that’s a nice way to get everyone reading it. It remains to be seen if they’ll sneak some really hard ones in there. 🙂