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decade of...

just occured to me earlier that today marks the tenth anniversary of the day that i moved from halifax. i don't know why the date sticks in my mind (could be because the day following, when i arrived in my new home city of montreal, was possibly the single worst day of my life). i've since moved from montreal to toronto, so the decade has been split into different locales.

i consider myself sort of lucky to have moved around. for one thing, it means that i get to see what's new and interesting in different cities every few years. for another, it makes me realise the things that i really enjoyed about the places i've lived before. there are a lot of things i miss about both montreal and halifax. i'm sure when i find the next place i want to live, that there will be things that i miss about toronto (and, equally, that i'll forget the things about the city that irritate me at the moment, much as i have with the other two cities).

when i left halifax, i felt like it was cramped and provincial, that it had very little left to offer me (despite the fact that i had a good job and a great group of friends). looking back, my judgment might have been harsh, but it also was what i needed to think in order to make the change in locale. it's sometimes difficult to admit that you miss things the way things were, because too many people assume that it's tantamount to admitting that you think your decision to make a change was the wrong one.

but as time goes on, i have less and less patience for those sorts of opinions. there are things that i miss about both cities i've left, about each cruddy (and not so cruddy) apartment where i've lived, especially about the people i've known. there are things that were better about my life in certain aspects than they have been since and even though you move on and new, good things (and bad things) happen to you, it's nice to reserve some time to think about where you came from.


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mental health mondays :: where even the depressed ones are happy

this past week saw the publication of the annual world happiness report, a look at nations around the world and how people in each of them feel about their lot in life. i started following this a few years ago, and this year it occurred to me that it would be fun to look at how the happy places compared to the crazy places. i mean, what if those countries aren't really all that happy, but just have an extremely high rate of psychotic/ delusional disorders?

so, i set to work putting together a comparison. as it happens, that's a bit trickier than it sounds, because information on any kind of disability is more difficult to come by than you might think. and no type of disability is more controversial than a mental illness, which means that there are even more complications around definitions, seeking treatment, prognoses, record-keeping... it's hard to tell how reliable anything you're looking at is. [not that there aren't some good sources.]

and what sources there …


i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:

am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

making faces :: a lip for all seasons [summer edition]

this may seem like an odd time to think about summer, but not to think about coolness. it can be hard to wrap your head around the idea that summer is considered "cool" in colour analysis terms and, in my opinion, reads as the coolest of the cool, because everything in it is touched with the same chilly grey. winter may have the coldest colours, but its palette is so vivid that it distracts the eye. everything in summer is fresh and misty, like the morning sky before the sun breaks through. in my original post on the season, i compared it to monet's paintings of waterlilies at his garden in giverny and, if i do say so, i think that's an apt characterisation.

finding lip colours touched with summer grey and blue is, as you might expect, kind of tricky. the cosmetic world seems obsessed with bringing warmth, which doesn't recognise that some complexions don't support it well. [also, different complexions support different kinds of warmth, but that's another…