the west coast; a breath of fresh air

It was July 31st when we landed in Vancouver after a five hour flight. With cloudy sky and drizzling rain we made our way to the first point of interest; our self-proclaimed initiation to our journey, the National Buddhist Temple. Despite the rain, the beautiful energy of the space was clearly felt right after exiting the car. We wandered through the gardens and were astonished by the statues of various Bodhisattvas that reached the temple ceilings. Offerings had been made at various places, consisting of fruits and flowers mostly. After about ninety minutes, we had taken in a lot of positive energy and decided to leave, knowing very well that we would return to this beautiful place once again in the not too distant future. Off we went towards downtown Vancouver to check into our hotel.

That night we went for Japanese food on Denman Street, which quickly became a great place of interest. The restaurant was called Toratatsu and I had an interesting main course; it was a bowl of rice with seasonal ingredients. Little did I know that the seasonal ingredients consisted of vegetables and grilled eel. There is a first time for everything, I suppose. Driving along Robson Street we quickly realized that Starbucks dominates the streets of Vancouver. In fact, I don't recall seeing a Tim Horton's anywhere, which is unheard of in Ontario. At one intersection, for example, there were two Starbucks facing each other. Clearly an indication that we would get along with the city just fine.

Over the next few days we went up Grouse Mountain where we astonishingly watched two orphaned grizzly bears and zip-lined through the trees. We did whale watching, which was an amazing experience. A promised three-hour trip on a little zodiac turned into five hours, and boy was it a bumpy ride. If you ever decide to get into a zodiac, I would suggest sitting in the second or even the third row because my entire body was aching for a few days afterwards. We went through a misty patch on the water and out of no where appeared a pod of killer whales in resting mode. I will not forget the sound of the water spurting out of their blow hole as they swam by our boat.

One day we drove up to Whistler after the rocks had been cleared from the Sea to Sky Highway. The rock slide happened just a couple of days prior to use flying into Vancouver. We went to the peak of Whistler Mountain and the view was almost therapeutic. It reminded me of the snow-capped mountains in Switzerland.

The trip was very eye-opening and just reaffirmed my desire to spend more time in Vancouver once we are done with this school year. Heron and I both fell in love with the city. We drove through different neighborhoods and visited the Vancouver Aquarium. The dolphins and beluga whales were majestic.

The festival of lights just came to an end when we were there and we had the privilege to witness the fireworks one evening. We sat on the extremely crowded beach near English Bay and were blown away by the thirty-minute display. Never in my life have I seen so many people in one space. We speed walked back to the hotel after the fireworks.

Another example of great timing on our part, Vancouver Pride was going on that weekend as well. What a breath of fresh air Vancouver is compared to London, Ontario. When they say Vancouver is a queer-friendly city, they are putting it mildly. Couples walking around hand in hand, pride flags all over the place and pride cup cakes at the hotel just to top it all off.

To make a long story short, we were impressed with Vancouver. We are excited about Vancouver and we can't wait to go back. Vancouver is the whole package and exactly what we need.

fly away

At last, we depart on our little journey. After ten years, I will set foot on Vancouver soil once again. My next entry will feature more information and images.

Until then!

just because we can't see the sun on cloudy days doesn't mean it's not there

At last I return to you, oh faithful diary. I kid. The past week has been rather stressful which explains the lack of my presence. Soon I will start packing my things for the trip, but not just yet. Tomorrow (or later today, rather) is the pride parade, and since I am on the board of directors of a nationally-known, grass-root and queer activist organization, my presence is pretty much obligatory. I will be taking pictures, as it is my duty, which I may share on this blog.

Quick observation: I noticed at last, or perhaps I already knew but I thought I would share this now, that for every 'mean' person you meet in life, another 'nice' person makes up for the heartache caused by the previous. I use quotations because mean and nice are labels which are easily attached to people based on an individual's point of view. They are subjective. It is also simply an appearance to that person, whether someone is mean or nice. This has nothing to do with karma, rather with the balance of life, I would say.

Since I mentioned karma, let me write a few things about that. I have noticed that people use the term loosely, and not really knowing what it means. The other day I watched The View, and Joy asked a question about Hitler, and where he is now in relation to the afterlife. She was talking about his evil deeds and how he would experience karma because of his actions. In other words, how did Hitler get 'punished' for his actions? From what I gathered, she was searching for something that happened, or perhaps didn't happen, to him after being responsible for so many deaths. The answer, simply put, may be that there were no 'consequences' for his actions. From the dharma teachings I have received in the past, and this may or may not vary in different teachings, I know that karma does not affect a person in the same life time. We create causes and experience their effects. However, the effects of these causes are not experienced in the same life time. Karma accumulates as life progresses, good karma or bad karma, and we experience their effects in our next life, or the following. Therefore, from my teachings and my understanding, Hitler would not have experienced the effects of his bad karma while he was Hitler. He may have died and not been 'punished' by the law of karma, but in his next life, which he may be living right now if fortunate enough, he could quite easily experience the effects. and I say 'if fortunate enough' simply because his accumulated karma may have been so bad that he was not fortunate enough to be reborn as a human for a second time, which would be extremely unfortunate for him and could even be the effects of his actions or his 'punishment'.

This is by no means a place for me to preach to people, rather a place for me to write. Remember, this is an exercise, an experiment and practice for myself. People have different views and opinions which means this post, or my talk about karma, may have nothing to do with you. Choose to ignore it in that case. The first post was "leave your cultural straight jackets outside". He was preparing us to discuss things which we may not be familiar or agree with. He encouraged us to be open and receive the information and then process it all.

I googled 'karma', hoping to find a nice picture, but for some reason inappropriate things came up on the first page. So I will not use any pictures today. The story bit will continue at some point as well; there is no rush!

welcome change with open arms

The title, clearly, reflects the look of this blog. I have been playing around, once again, and come to the conclusion, for now, that I like the idea of having a blank page which is being filled with words. It's like so much in life, not only writing. We are faced with blank pages and we decide what goes on them and will be in contrast to the monotone, boring, and empty page. By doing so, everything becomes alive - colours, words, images, thoughts etc.

Unfortunately, aside from working and being engulfed and swallowed whole by TV, with its extremely addicting reality shows (Big Brother, So You Think You Can Dance, Iron Chef America), I have not been doing a lot lately. Oh yeah, I mentioned stress before. But, here comes the but, like many things, it's all temporary. In a week from today I will be unable to sleep, filled with too much excitement. I am looking forward to our trip and I hope it will inspire me greatly.

Since it is late yet again, I will refrain from prolonging this post into depths of meaninglessness. Instead, since I am somewhat off tomorrow, I will attempt a new post with more substance to it, one that is not a filler. Again. I have to say, though, that they are what carry me through the times when I don't feel like writing. At least I am keeping the blog alive and having fun at the same time. The layout and blog options have been tugging at me the last couple of days.

By the way, I know I said it doesn't matter who comes on the blog, but I have had hits from Germany, South East Asia and the States. Of course that doesn't mean people read it but it's fascinating nonetheless.

mechanical knight and stress

Every so often, we are reminded of the mechanical limits of technology which we are surrounded by and have come to love and depend on. I am not only talking about computers, or my computer, but in general, I find it striking how much we have come to depend on machines to fulfill our every-day needs.

Let's look at computers, for example. From my own personal experience I can say that when my internet is down, or my computer is unavailable, for whatever reason, I reach a point where I almost feel lost; or simply disconnected from the world. It's quite sad, actually, but it has become such an important part of my daily routine; messages I have to check (on various sites), websites and news I have to keep myself informed with and just online-doing, such as checking my blog for comments or think about what to write.

I will not be writing a story bit today, as I have to get up early tomorrow, and to be honest, I don't think I am in a space where it will take me somewhere. I would be taking it places, forcibly, which is not the point of the exercise. Sooner rather than later I will also have to brainstorm in terms of a story that I want to take to the next levels. Oh my muse, where art thou?

So instead I decided to blog about something different. Let's talk Dark Knight. I have not seen it yet but I am curious to see it. Initially I was not too thrilled about it, nor was I eager to see it, but with all the recent buzz I am at the point now where I want to see what the buzz is about. I know there has been talk about Ledger's performance, and I can tell from the trailer, that it must be extraordinary. The film's rating on IMDB seems to be out of this world and I am not sure, yet, what the reason for the high rating is. Yes, I have been told it is a masterpiece, a piece of art in terms of pretty much everything; dialogue, story, and acting. For an action film, I was also told, it has a range of emotions that come attached to it. It is not simply an action film, rather it is packed with feelings of sadness, joy, humour and smarts. I will have to see it for myself before I further comment on the box-office record-breaker. I hope the hype does not just have to do with the fact that it was Ledger's last project, because regardless of his performance, I think people should also judge it as a whole.

For some reason the week before embarking on a journey, or a trip I should say, is always quite stressful. That's exactly what is happening right now. Stress builds up but leads to a state of bliss. Without stress, a comparable feeling of bliss is difficult to obtain. Therefore, I will endure the stress, get through it and enjoy blissful times on the West Coast. Before that, however, I hope to see Dark Knight and comment on it a little bit further, with more insight and knowledge.

[here are the links from where I have obtained the pictures in this post:
Dark Knight and in reference to mechanics (as discussed earlier)]

it's the little and simple things

One of the things that I like about being a server at a restaurant is meeting people. You never know who will sit at your table and what kind of discussions you will have, with strangers, over the course of a meal.

Last night one of my customers was from Vancouver. I got all excited since Heron and myself will be moving there in about ten months. I had conversations with her about the city and she gave me suggestions in terms of what we should go see when we are there. It's funny how things happen like that. Actually, for the past couple of weeks I have had a couple of customers from Vancouver.

Today I had another interesting person at my table. After telling him what I want to do he told me that he has written a couple of books and writes short stories. We got talking about short stories and me being interested in making films. He said if I need a story, I should let him know and he will let me turn it into a film. I checked him out online when I got home, and although he is not on any bestseller list, I am intrigued and would not mind reading some of his stories.

I think strangers can be a kind of inspiration too, and conversations one can have with them. I have always been interested (and hope to write about it as well, in fact) about the relationship between people, even between people who don't know each other. I am fascinated with spaces that unite people of different walks of life; spaces where they spend time together for a given time before they go their separate ways and will most likely never meet again.

I have started to read the suggested book for my class this upcoming year; it's called "Queer Theory, Gender Theory: An Instant Primer", written by Riki Wilchins (I linked it to Amazon for anyone who's interested). I hope that it will give me some insight into a topic which I don't know too much about at this point.

I will continue the story bits in my next post. The time has come now for me to retire for the evening as I have plenty to do tomorrow, on my day off.

filler

It's tough. I have to make myself write something or else I am worried I will give it up, once again. I don't want to. I just realized how quickly time passes and how long it has been since my last post.

I have been working the last couple of days, which is probably partly to blame for my lack of blogging. It's not like I work twelve hour days though, so I can't really blame work for it.

On another note, our trip has been finalized. We leave at the end of the month. I am filled with excitement. I probably won't want to return, but there is a time for everything. I made a promise to myself, though, that I will write about the trip and perhaps post it on here, and I will also take a lot of nice pictures which I will post also.

OK, I posted. The next post will be more extensive. I may also continue the story next time. I wonder if a title should be thought of now or perhaps wait a little bit longer to see where it goes. By the way, I made links to the posts which contain the story parts on the right side of the screen. That way, it's easier to find where they are and it's also easier to see where it starts and continues.

things are heating up

First of all, literally things have heated up again. Thank goodness! After about three weeks, finally I went to hot yoga again. I have wanted to go again for a long time but for some reason I always decided to sleep in on those days. So, it has been a while but I really enjoyed today's class. Aside from knocking over my water bottle and spilling water all over the floor while doing the eagle pose, it was a great class. Now I want to keep it up again so I don't waste another couple of weeks of not going to class.

I am just about to finalize our (Heron and Gorilla sitting in a tree...) trip to the West Coast. I think we are both extremely excited and can't wait to get a break from it all, sniffing the brisk ocean air and sleeping in white, crisp hotel sheets.

This upcoming year I have to take a film class called 'Gender, Sexuality and Race in Diasporic Film' in order to make up for a conflict that I had with another theory class. Even though I don't have any gender and sexuality background, especially in terms of theory, I am starting to get really excited about it and I can't wait to have class discussions that will enhance my knowledge on the topic.
Recently I have been having debates with a friend of mine from Switzerland regarding gender and sexuality. Ever since I started having discussions about my, at the time, new-found interest in Buddhist philosophies, Red Panda has gotten hooked on it itself. It continues to go to dharma classes in Switzerland, whereas I stopped about two years ago. Due to its surrounding influences, it takes a lot of that knowledge and applies it to our discussions, and to be honest, it has made them rather interesting. I now have a lot of questions about the topics of gender and sexuality and I can't wait to bring forth some of those ideas and questions in class.

To put closure to this post, other than these 'hot' topics and of course John McCain's idiotic comment about opposing adoption rights for gay and lesbian couples, there is not much else to write at this point.
So this is it for today, and Johnny, as you may know, a lot of public figures have been caught in public bathrooms and in bed with other men behind their wives' backs while trying their hardest to oppose anything and everything to do with queer issues. It's a given, and it's a trend; internal homophobia doesn't just take place in the minds of 'regular' people.

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Story Bit #3
Finally the older lady found what she has been looking for so desperately. As Markus watches the incident with the older gentleman the lady places a plastic rain hat on her recently-permed hair and starts tying it around her neck. Markus has almost had enough. He an sense the people's uneasiness as the bus continues to stop at every bus stop. It's pouring outside and everyone is soaked. He reaches for his tie and begins to pull on it, to loosen it a bit. He is sweating still and his heart rate is almost critical. The thug passes the lady next and sits down behind Markus. The door closes and the driver starts accelerating again. Markus reaches for the yellow wire which hangs right next to his head and pulls it continuously. People around him notice the hastiness of his action and look at him. Even more uncomfortable now, Markus briefly looks at the woman, excuses himself and gets up while holding his briefcase close to his chest with both hands. Trying to get out from his seat, his legs knock against the woman's knees who is stunned at the young man's surprising burst of energy. He apologizes to everyone he passes and bumps against as he quickly attempts to reach the back door. Finally the bus stops and Markus reaches for the door handle with his right hand. The rain greets his face as soon as he steps out of the bus and in no time his entire suit is soaked as the bus takes off. He can see the people staring at him and the old woman shaking her head. There he is, standing on the side of the street in the pouring rain. His head hanging low, he watches the street, while hugging his briefcase. The crackling sound of lightning just above him makes him flinch.
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suspended in mid-air

While Heron is in Ottawa painting the world with necessary change, I sit at home wondering what to do. With some music in the background, I make myself write this entry. I need to keep it up. Don't give up now. This is an experiment and practice. It's also fun and I have gotten some feedback from a couple of people. People read this random stuff after all! I came to the realization how pretty much everyone has a blog nowadays; it's the age of self-publication.

In terms of writing progress, I am still stuck at the same place. I have three characters in my head that could potentially lead me into three different directions; creating three stories. I think what I have to do now is develop them. Find out who they are, what they do. What makes them unique? What drives them? What are their goals? I always end up with all these questions but I have yet to find a way to answer them. It's happened before that all of a sudden things start to flow; I am waiting for that to happen again with either of the three. Should I wait or do I force it to a certain extent?

For the first time I thought about language. I am a big fan of foreign films, with subtitles. One of my characters is of non-English background. I see the person being Eastern European or Middle Eastern and I thought it would be so much nicer and unique if the spoken language was not English. I started to wonder, as I write this, should I keep that in mind? I think it would almost be awkward if the character spoke English. Of course this is too soon to think about this as the story needs to be written still. Can it be written in English originally and then translated into a different language if I get the chance to take the story to the next level? I suppose many factors would depend on that. Just something to think about.

I want it to flow! I am anxiously waiting for the words to race through my fingers onto the computer screen. I know it's there. I am close. I need a catalyst.

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Story Bit #2
As the lady ravages through her purse, Markus gets anxious and starts to sweat. His eyes bounce around the bus once again. More people are getting on the bus. His heart is almost beating out of his chest now. He puts his arms around his briefcase and lowers his head onto it for a second. Just to take a break from it all; to breathe. It's just a short ride, Markus assures himself.
Just down the aisle a young man, with his pants around his knees and a long t-shirt gets on the bus. In front of him, along the aisle, sits an older gentleman. His daughter, who is in her thirties, sits next to him. She is taking him to the museum for his birthday. The thug walks down the aisle and walks into the umbrella protruding from the gentleman's lap. The umbrella falls to the floor of the overcrowded bus. The thug stops and looks at the gentleman but does not bother to pick it up for him. "You gonna pick that up, old man?", he asks. The daughter, trying not to make a situation worse than it already is, puts a hand on her father's shoulder and whispers something in his ear. He bends down reaching for his umbrella. The thug decides to continue walking, stepping on the umbrella as the gentleman tries to pick it up. Confused and not understanding what just happened the gentleman looks up as the thug keeps walking.
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I have decided to transgress and go against part of my self-implemented system. I shan't keep track of the number of lines I write in these things, but I will keep it relatively short. Let's say no more than twenty-five lines while writing, which is probably closer to thirty once published.

randoms with a hint of new fashionista?

Setting up a blog entails much more than simply writing random things. There are so many templates available, I am having a hard time picking one. Over the next couple of days, or weeks, I may change the template until I find one that I like enough to settle with.

Update: I have added a blog list on the right. The blogs you will find there are from people I know. With the whole blogging phenomenon, it will most likely grow over time. I hope it will because there is nothing better than some advertisement!

Driving home from the train station, after dropping of Heron, I was idling at a red light when I saw an older lady, probably mid-fifties, approach the intersection. As her light turned green she started jogging. She got my attention because of what she was wearing, or the lack thereof. Sporting sweat pants and a bra, she started jogging past my car.
It was great to see because recently I have been having random thoughts about what people wear. Men are allowed to walk around topless, and I can't quite put my finger on it, but why can't women do that? Among other things, don't we know it all, society has implemented certain standards and we are to follow them or else we break the code, the rules or what is believed to be 'moral', or appropriate. Bras are an example of that. What's the problem with women walking around topless? They are breasts; simply breasts. Men have them. Men have nipples too that don't have to be covered up. What would make it so shocking, and inappropriate, if women started walking around topless on hot, summer days?

If you think I am joking, I am not. This is a serious question. You know why people don't do it? Because they think it's not appropriate. Why is it not appropriate? Because society says so. We are sheep. Another example of how humanity is controlled by society and its institutions.

All the power to the jogging fashionista! Don't be afraid to take it all off and tell society to shove it where the sun don't shine!

(By the way, I don't think this makes me a nudist. Or does it?)

just quickly

After posting last night's entry I realized that seventeen lines while writing does not equal seventeen once published. So from now on when I count the lines of the story, I will do so while writing it. I suppose I could preview the post and count, but I don't feel like doing that. Counting in itself is already complicated, we wouldn't want to complicate things even more.

For today I will leave it at that since I am celebrating my heron's birthday! We went for Japanese food, came home and I presented the cake I baked along with a couple of small gifts. Heron is leaving the nest tomorrow for a photoshoot in Ottawa!

inspiration

I find myself wondering where I could get inspiration from, inspiration to write. It seems as though sometimes I forget that I know where I can get it from.

A natural spring out of which inspiration flows in my mind, and perhaps my body, is music. I have always connected with music. When music speaks to me then I get moved by it. It's the same way with soundtracks, which is why I enjoy some of them so much. When music speaks to me it seems to get my juices flowing. Now I have to find a way to channel it into my writing.

I just watched So You Think You Can Dance, and for the first time, finally, they had a Bollywood routine. I loved it. The music is very moving. The first time I encountered and was moved by it was when I saw Inside Man where the opening song not only surprised me, but I think a lot of people were surprised to hear it, as it seemed out of place almost. By out of place I mean I have not seen it in an American film. Chaiyya Chaiyaa is the name of that song. The song from the show today is called Dhoom Taana by 'Om Shanti Om'.

About the story that I want to start and finish over a number of posts should start now. I might as well give it a try. In order to not be out of the blue, I will prepare you, the reader or the blog, by putting a maximum of 15 lines between two lines such as this:

__________
__________
at the end of a post.

So here goes, an attempt at a random, seemingly unimportant, story.

__________
Monday morning, about 07:45 AM. For the first time in years, Markus a 27 year old young professional, makes use of public transportation. He sits on the 64 bus next to an older lady who has placed her handbag on her lap. Dressed in his newly purchased, black suit and tie, Markus seems uneasy as more and more people get on the bus. It has been years since he's been on a bus. Every since he finished school he swore he would never be caught dead on a bus. Today he did not have a choice but he's been dreading it ever since last night. The idea of having to use public transportation gives him an uneasy feeling. Clutching to his briefcase his eyes wander around the bus, feeling out all the strangers with his eyes. He looks awkward in his seat, but the lady next to him does not seem to notice. As it begins to drizzle on the window next to him, the lady reaches into her purse and starts looking for something. She can't seem to find it. Markus get anxious and watches her search through her purse. He can't believe she can't find what she's looking for in a freaking purse. How hard can it be?
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OK, it's 17 lines. I will try to keep the next one at 13; to catch up with my self-implemented system.

blog formalities

As is evident by now, I have decided not to capitalize any words appearing in titles. This only applies to blog titles. The reason for this is because as soon as a title gets longer than two words I never know which letters to capitalize. I know there is probably a rule out there that sounds something like "words with fewer than three letters are not capitalized" but I am too picky as to what it looks like, hence I decided not to deal with capital letters, period.

Last night I have thought about things I could post on here and the purpose of me posting things in general. I have decided not to reveal extremely personal things of people I know, if I decide to share some things I will not mention the person's name, for the sake of keeping other people's business personal. Instead of using their names, I will follow an idea which was brought to my attention by a friend a while ago. The use of animals to identify people based on inherent characteristics and attributes. I will do just that. The animal term I will use for a specific person will be the immediate connection I draw between that person and an animal. I am not sure how much information of others I will post on here, but I think it will depend on the impact the person had on me, or something random that comes to mind. I will only use animal 'names' for people around me. In other words, I shall not substitute professors' and professionals' names with those of animals.
When referring to that person after having mentioned their animal substitute, I shall refer to him/her as 'it'. For example: I met wallaby again today. We ended up going for coffee at Starbucks; I had my usual, a grande, skinny, iced chai latte with no ice and 'it' had a green tea. The reason for doing this, you ask? Well aside from being complicated I think it would be interesting and make for fun posts; the animal terms that is. It will also keep me busy trying to think of various animals. The 'it' thing is simply to keep it gender neutral.

Upon reflection, last night, I came to the conclusion that writing this blog, for myself and whoever chooses to read it, could be a great writing exercise on my part. If I can keep it up, it will allow me to get into the groove of writing regularly which could, and hopefully will, translate into me writing more regularly in general. I often attempt to write scripts, with the hopes of breaking free from the shackles of short story/short films; in other words, I hope I can write a feature script some time soon. I think this may help.

In terms of more formalities and sticking with the idea of writing stories, I thought it would be interesting if here and there, at the end of a post, I will begin, and continue over time, with a random story. I don't think I will end up writing it down into a complete and concise story, unless it turns out to be extremely interesting. What I decided to do, then, is to write a maximum of fifteen lines at the end of some posts that will create a story which will continue throughout multiple posts. Again, this will be random and perhaps idiotic, but it may help my juices flow. It's all about getting the juices to flow.

This is all I can think of in terms of formalities at this point, perhaps there will be a volume three down the road. Who knows? If no ones reads my posts then it will act like some sort of journal. I may also posts some images here and there. Of course I will also keep my blog updated with any projects that I am working on.

TCTS,

Gorilla (Love them and deeply care about them, which is why I am using it for myself unless someone comes along that I think deserves to be called that.)

By the way, in my posts, hereinafter, when I say 'you' I am talking to either the blog, which is now an 'it' entity itself, or if I have readers, I may also refer to them as 'you'. Good times.

leave your cultural straight jackets outside

Before anything else, let me explain my choice of font for this post, and perhaps for all future posts. You may, or may not, know but Courier is the font used in movie scripts. Along with many rules in terms of properly formatting a script, the font plays an essential part in determining whether or not someone even reads the script.

The title of this post is from an inspirational, and extremely intelligent, professor I had in an elective class which I took last term; Geography 155B - World Cities. I believe it was in the first class when Prof. Cecil discussed the course's title and said it should be called "Cities of the World" instead seeing as there are only three 'World Cities' (London, Tokyo and New York City). We discussed more than just three cities throughout the class.

I decided to give blogging another try; I believe this is my third attempt. I thought the content of a blog has no strict rules or guidelines, which is why I am giving it another try.

It would be interesting to see if people actually read what I have to write. I will post the link to my blog on my Facebook page thereby making it easily accessible for those who chose to make use of it. I am not sure if there is a way for me to know how many people have been on here as it may as well be the number of times I have previewed the blog myself. I think I will just leave it at that; people can read it if they like, if they don't I may have found a new way to write. For some reason stories don't just land in my lap for me to write them all out, in script format. Writing this may get my juices flowing and allow me to continuously work on my craft; the craft I am so desperately hoping to improve through practice.

This was it, the first post on my new blog. I think in the past I have given up after post #3, so let's see how this goes.