Moving through the City

How do I move through the city...?

Obliviously, yet confidently, I suppose. I'm a creature of habit, so I travel routes I know - I could do them in my sleep. Yet, at the same time, because of that, I don't pay attention to them. There's many a time where I'm like "Why did that happen?"

Likewise, though I like my little adventures that I go on on occasion, I think it would be hard for me to "drift" - I would be practically frozen in terror as to how I'll get home. When I adventure, I know exactly how to get there, how to get home... that's the only way I can manage to do go outside my comfort bubble. Meticulously planned.

Catching Up

When I was a kid, and I came home from school, my mum would always ask me what I'd learned. I would always answer "nothing", half because I didn't want to have to talk about math anymore than humanly possible, but also because I'd have trouble defining what I'd learned in some classes.

But I suppose I can't get away with saying "nothing" now.

So, if I had to say, I would say I've learned:

That the queer/drag community exists in Edmonton to an extent I never dreamed of,

That there are novels that are actually entertaining that take place in Edmonton outside of Tom Clancy's Endwar. Which I haven't actually read, but hey, Tom Clancy.

That despite Blogger's user-friendly-ness, which is certainly better for large groups of people, I'd still take Livejournal over it any day, myself,

And hopefully, that my fellow students and professor are kind and generous people who'll forgive me for being the mildest bit late with this post.




And probably some other things that I've forgotten at the moment.

Minority Edmonton

I, myself, am about as far from a minority as one can get. Caucasian, middle/upper-middle class, British/Canadian descent. And as I've said before, I like to stick to myself as best I'm able. So, I'm not really one to make a judgment on how minorities are treated in Edmonton.

I like to think they're treated okay - like, there's never been anything in my line of sight, so to speak, to prove otherwise. Obviously, I'm not naive enough to think that this city would be a haven for minorities, but... However, it's also worth noting that I don't really keep an eye on the news, so I really mean it when I say I have no idea.

That said, I do remember one occasion, at work. It was closing time - and I don't mean "five minutes to close" or anything, I mean 9:00 - where a fellow, waiting for his wife (who a co-worker was helping find a book for... something. I vaguely remember it being a really weird book to buy your adult child or something) and this fellow just vehemently rants at me for five, ten minutes about how immigrants are coming and stealing jobs from "hard-working Canadians" and whatnot. Keeping in mind it's closing time, and so I have less patience than usual for this kind of thing.

And I was just like "Wow. These people actually exist?"


But then there was that lady who almost bit my head off for not having a large enough selection of Native American kids books. So.