Up and down and up

Daddy Chiu arrived on Tuesday which is part of why I haven't blogged in a while. I spend all my free with him. We have, unsurprisingly, shopped and eaten our way through a good chunk of the SAR. Last night, one of his friends took us to the seafood buffet at the Ritz Carlton. Delicious but it'll be at least a few months before I can look at another oyster again.

Dad came with gifts, of course, which included the latest issue of Maisonneuve (Mona Awad does it again with her personal piece about her struggles with weight loss in  "The Shrinking Woman"), the new Broken Social Scene, the Clap Your Hands Say Yeah CD and a number of other books, including my copy of William Zinsser's On Writing Well, which always inspires me to go forth and write, write, write, damnit!

I haven't listened to Clap Your Hands yet, since BSS is just so damn good beyond my expectations. It's just so multi-layered and beautiful that I have to listen to it again and again. Every listen is a new experience in which I hear something new.

Every person in their mid-20's I know is at some crossroads in their life, myself included. I'm not complaining, nor am I unhappy, hey, crossroads are better than dead ends right? I've been watching My So-Called Life every night before bed. That Angela Chase is so wise beyond her 15 years and I wonder what she would say now, at 26. In last night's episode she said, "it's such a lie that we should do what's in our hearts. If we did what's in our hearts, the world would grind to a halt," and it's been ringing in my head all day. So cynical and yet, in many ways, so true.