Okay, seeing as I have just created this blog, introductions are in order. Although I admit it’s not my actual name, you can all know me as Daine. Perhaps in time I will decide to give my real name but at the moment, I will let it remain private.
What I will tell you is that if all goes as planned, I will be graduating from the University of Guelph in 2013 with a bachelor of science, most likely majoring in animal biology. As for what I’m going to do after that, I have no clue, but I’ll let you know when I found out. Perhaps I’ll lay out my ideas for you but that’s a post for another time.
I gave this blog the title and tagline that I did because I expect that I will be commenting on anything and everything that crosses my path. I want you to be forewarned that there will be absolutely no structure in my blogging and that the only theme present is the background of this webpage.
I am exhausted at the moment so I’ll leave you (‘you’ being a term used loosely seeing as I doubt anybody’s going to see this particular post. Feel free to surprise me though! I love surprises!) with this citation from an immensely funny book I’m reading (expect a lot of funny citations) called ‘How to be a Canadian’. This particular paragraph is describing the style of driving native to Vancouver, referred to as ‘The Vancouver Slalom’.
‘There are no roads in British Columbia. There are only corners joined together. And nowhere is this more true than in Vancouver. In this city, pedestrians, even those within clearly marked crosswalks–especially those within clearly marked crosswalks–are viewed not as nuisances to be avoided but as obstacles to be overcome. Rising to the challenge, Vancouver drivers will attempt to weave through these pedestrians without knocking any over and, here’s the fun part, without ever applying the breaks. Swoosh, swoosh: downtown slalom. Pedestrians, in turn, try to keep things interesting by crisscrossing the streets at random, like neutrons in a particle accelerator. They cross the street like this because, being from Vancouver, they naturally have a sense of entitlement. Either that or they’re stoned.’