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Last night we went out to Nuit Blanche with Adrian and Amber and it was a glorious time and after we dropped Adrian off at home we came back here
to the House At Bear Corner (Five Doors Down)
and stayed up until the wee hours of the morning listening to music and hanging out and spending some much-needed downtime together after a whirlwind couple of weeks.
We slept in till 2pm and rolled around in the down-filled duvet and talked about silly things and laughed.
Oh god, do we ever laugh together.
When we finally peeled ourselves out of bed it was to order some sushi via the ever-useful SkiptheDishes.com which we inhaled the moment it arrived.
John is at a meeting with some other campers at the moment and when he gets back we will make tea, play Xbox, and probably eat croissants later.
The sun is coming out a little and the house smells like the rain we had last night. I'm sitting on the couch with my feet up and a little snoring kitty next to me and everything is perfect.
Hope your day is perfect, too.
yr girl Shaner
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I lived in that little two-bedroom apartment in that little three-storey walk-up on Spence Street in West Broadway for almost four years.
It's seen me through a lot of things
so many beginnings and so many ends that I've lost count.
I made it my own. I painted, I hung up my art, I whispered my secrets and mourned my tragedies within those plaster walls.
That apartment wasn't just a place that I lived. It was somewhere where I shared my life with someone else, and it marks the final "moving on" step in my life. It felt good -cathartic, even- but there was still a piece of my heart that felt like there was a lead weight pulling it down to my toes.
I walked through the rooms, soaking in their emptiness.
The living room, totally barren, with paint flecks on the floor from when my ex and I put together and painted our own furniture because we didn't have the money to buy anything new. The window where Ford and Toulouse used to sit when they lived together. All the good times shared with friends in that room.
The old bedroom that we once shared, now the new tenant's room, where I used to wake up and look at the sun through the vines that crept across the window. Where I woke up with a smile on my face so many times and where, towards the end, I woke up with dread in my heart. I cried myself to sleep in that room too many times to count.
The old office. So trendy and cool and well-organized. The hours I spent blogging, writing papers in university, or just nerding out over YouTube videos or some weird post on Reddit.
I've sold the desk where I used to sit.
The kitchen, with it's awful storage and cobbled-together shelving. The large, gaping space on the wall where my ex pulled the floating bar we'd installed off the wall in a fit of rage after I moved out. I didn't like being there in that kitchen, looking at the evidence of that side of him. I didn't stay in there long.
I cried a bit, and John held me. It helped.
When I stepped out and locked the door for the last time I felt light headed. Like when you're in an airplane and it's taking off and your heart is floating in your chest and your whole body feels like weightless. I floated down the hallway and left trails of tears behind me.
I'll still visit the Greysolon from time to time, as I know people who live there, but that was the last time that I'll walk up to suite 17 and turn my key in that lock. The last time that I'll be bombarded with feelings and emotions and that strange feeling of not-quite-right that it took on once I lost a lover and acquired a roommate.
It's good, but also different, and strange. Life is like that, I suppose.
So goodbye, Greysolon, and my dumpy old apartment that, for a while, was something truly beautiful.
yr girl Shaner
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It’s an exciting time to be a young person in Winnipeg.
Our city is humming with activity: the Jets are back, the landscape of our downtown is changing dramatically, we're hosting large-scale events that are garnering national attention, and we're establishing ourselves as one of the top centers for entrepreneurs and start ups. More importantly, however, is that there is an upcoming municipal election where we finally have a candidate who is as passionate about the future of our city as we are.
Many of us, myself included, are choosing to support Brian Bowman because, as lifelong Winnipeggers, we are tired of the “business as usual” career politicians who seem to lack vision and have a passion for our great city.
I had a pretty typical Winnipeg upbringing: I lived in a suburb –Riverbend, to be exact- with my parents, two brothers, and our family dog. I played soccer, graduated from Garden City Collegiate, and along with everyone else my age, I learned to harbour a deep resentment towards my home town. It seems to me that many of my parent’s generation feel a resentment about Winnipeg and that in many cases it began to seep into the mindset of kids my age.
Many of us couldn't articulate why we didn't like Winnipeg beyond stating, simply, that we didn't. Our generation was taught that our city wasn't, and would never be, “cool.” It wasn't a bustling, interesting, thriving metropolis like other Canadian cities and nothing, according to our parents, was going to change that. In large part this laissez-faire attitude and general discontent towards our city was reflected in our choice of politicians.
For the vast majority of my life I don’t remember being inspired by a single politician, or as a young adult ever thinking that any of the people running for office ever had anything but their own best interests in mind. They weren't running for me, the citizen, and they certainly weren't running to try and make Winnipeg a better place.
When it came time to vote in municipal elections I often felt a strong sense of disappointment at the quality of the available candidates. It was frustrating because as I was starting to mature, grow and develop a deep love for my city, none of the candidates seemed to share and embody the same enthusiasm as myself and the other young people I was speaking to day-to-day.
I first began to really feel that sense of pride and love for Winnipeg when I took a class at the University of Winnipeg. The “History of Winnipeg” course, one of my required courses for my major, provided me with the opportunity to study our city’s history and to develop an appreciation for what sets Winnipeg apart from other cities in Canada. My professor was passionate about Winnipeg, and by the end of the term I found myself sitting in a class full of like-minded young adults who shared his passion for creating change and putting effort into making our city a better place. However, we all expressed the same disdain that City Hall didn't seem to share our vision or our passion.
By and large, we all felt under-represented, especially as our passion to make our city into a better place continued to grow. Each candidate seemed like more of the same, and often we found ourselves voting just to try and keep a particular candidate out of office, not because we actually believed in or identified with any of the candidates' platforms.
For many of us this is the first year that we're actively getting involved in politics at a municipal level, and that is largely because we have a candidate that we believe in. Because when we talk to Brian, and when we listen to him speak about his vision for Winnipeg, we feel that he shares our sense of genuine local pride.
We look at all the ways in which Brian has been involved in making Winnipeg a better place: chairing the U of M Alumni Association, chairing the Winnipeg Chamber of Commerce, as President of the Winnipeg Art Gallery and sitting on the board for Ka Ni Kanichihk, and we see someone who is dedicated to focusing their time and energy to making Winnipeg the best possible place to live.
Instead of supporting a career politician, we’re supporting someone from the community who has shown himself to be invested in seeing our businesses grow, our downtown thrive, and our city blossom into something that we can continue to be proud of.
Winnipeg deserves to be led by passionate and driven people who will inspire positive change, and I, and many young people like me, believe that Brian Bowman is the person who should lead our city forward into a future better than anything our cynical parents ever thought possible.
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In case you missed it The Poutine Cup was a badass event held at Fort Gibraltar where a bunch of the best restos in town made fancy poutine and competed for the title of Best Poutine.
This gentleman took me and we had a blast drinking beer and eating poutine and otherwise making the French proud.
Everything's better when you share it with friends.
Especially when "everything" means poutine with the fanciest toppings and seasonal craft beer from yr favourite local brewery.
The place was packed to the tits
(sold out, I believe?)
and there was so much all you can eat fancy poutine that yr girl had to drag herself up the stairs to the top of the fort wall to take this photo.
By the end of the evening we were all standing around and loudly exclaiming how full we were
while still sipping full glasses of PunkNFest, of course.
Later in the eve there was live music to serenade us while we munched away and then later while we bemoaned how much we ate
which was completely worth it, but you know.
At the end of the night they announced the winners:
Yr girl voted for Marion, as did the boys, because we know our shit.
Looking back it was an incredible night:
I got to hang out in an old fort, eat all the poutine I could eat, drink amazing beer from my favourite brewery, and do it all in the company of some of my favourite people.
What else could a girl ask for?
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Last week I spoke at Red River to first-year Creative Communication students with my internet buddy Liz Hover and one student asked
Do you make money directly off your blog? If not, why do you do it?
And I wasn’t sure if my response was the one he was looking for but after Liz replied I sat there and I paused and I said
Because I’m a writer. I have to write.
Which is true. Just typing out these words feels so cathartic and I feel a part of my stress over moving and work and everything slipping away.
It’s like getting lost in the words except I’m not, you know? Maybe you don’t.
Maybe I’m crazy, but aren’t we all, just a little?
Anyway as I was saying I had the good fortune to be invited back to Red River where I got to talk to students about social media and blogging and a bunch of them stayed after to ask questions because
wouldn’t you know it?
we ran out of time.
I’ve been speaking to Creative Communications students for a few years running now and I’m consistently impressed with the quality and thoughtfulness of their questions.
Blog, I told them. Blog till yr sick of blogging and then blog some more.
Which is really great advice that I should really follow sometime.
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is a song by Jaguar Knight that plays on CBC Radio 3 approximately every hour and a half
which I love despite how often I hear it and the weird video that reminds me of the visuals my ex used to make.
Because how could you not love an artist that describes themselves thusly:
For ten years, I was known as "A\V" and toured around Canada with a shopping cart full of synthesizers.
Then I got abducted by a horse flying a UFO and the horse made me change my name to "Jaguar Knight"
and posts YouTube videos of their tracks with artwork like this:
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from rearranging furniture and sorting and throwing things out
making room for my things
I'm exhausted but elated.
Hope you're one of those things, too
(ideally the latter)
Happy Hip Hop Sunday!
yr girl Shaner
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We already loved yr booty
you didn't need to write a song about it
or make a tacky softcore porn-esque video (plus teaser) about it.
But, look, I get it.
and you've got the OG booty, girl.
But you didn't have to sink this low, I promise.
I've always been a fan of your killer sideboob, anyway.
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I was standing in a back lane eating the tiniest radishes that I'd bought from a girl who grew them in her backyard and looking at hand-made soaps and someone started playing it on a boombox that they were carrying around with them like it was the 90's.
That summer I was living in my tiny one-bedroom apartment in Roslyn Manor and the next time I heard it was while drinking sangria in my claw-foot tub trying to fight off the sticky summer air.
My apartment overlooked a narrow courtyard and the apartment across the way was playing it with the windows open.
We all had our windows open that summer.
In the still-warm days of early fall I went camping at Grand Beach with a huge group of girls that I barely knew and in the evening we made spaghetti squash over the campfire and drank wine out of a bag and the next day we went to the nude beach and danced with nothing but sand on our bodies.
While we were dancing it came on the iPhone playlist we were listening to and I sang along through my wine-induced haze and ate cherries from the a picnic basket that also got covered in sand once the wind began to pick up.
I was single, then, and the autumn days were long and beautiful and the nights were longer and even more beautiful and as the winter came and I found myself in love and at the start of something new I heard it one last time at a bakery sharing a slice of key lime pie and drinking coffee.
We watched scattered snowflakes and I felt as though I was closing one book and opening another.
Hearing this song again today for the first time in years it's hard not to feel that way again.
Funny what music can stir in yr heart.
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enjoy yr first week back at school.
May your days be full of decent wifi connections, manageable schedules, and coffee that doesn't taste like it was brewed in a shoe.
May your early mornings and late nights be few and far between (and hopefully not within the same 24hr period).
Live-tweet all of your classes; I hear that's the best way to take notes and also keep us all entertained.
Create clever hashtags like #TrimbleLearns for your school year.
For the love of god if you have to do #JokeJournal please make sure the jokes are actually funny.
Don't let the winter, your midterms, your exams, or the fact that you're the only one actually doing work in your group for your group project that's worth a terrifyingly large portion of your mark get you down.
It's normal. You'll get through it.
And most of all, you'll miss the hell of it once you've graduated.
yr girl Shaner
(University of Winnipeg alumna, class of 2013, already missing the shit out of being a student)