Divenire--To Become

After seeing that P&G commercial focused on training for the Olympics--beautifully done btw, if you haven't seen it yet--I knew someone couldn't have composed that piece without having already made a name for themselves in the contemporary classical music field. I was so pleased when I read that it was composed by Ludovico Einaudi--a lovely and inspiring piece to listen to. (It makes me wanna start training for some sport now... Heh.)

Thoughts on, yet another, scorching Friday

-A good day for popsicles.
-Any kind of popsicle.
-Poopsicle.
-Except for the blue kind.
-I can't stand getting a blue tongue.
-There is nothing more pleasantly appealing to the eye than swirly gelato behind the glass.
-Strawberry.
-Chocolate.
-Pistachio.
-Oooh, is that chocolate caramel in there??
-My favourite would be mint chip.
-My least favourite... Strawberry.
-Blergh.
-Don't believe those ice cream flavour personality tests for a second!
-Those things don't make no sense.
-How does one start with their first tweet?
-After... Three months of having it?
-I am at a loss for words.
-I can't believe the 90s were twenty years ago.
-When I see movies dating in the 00's, it was so recent.
-Nowadays, the 90s were a phenom.
-Those once upon a time babies are teenagers today.
-Wow.
-It's always fun watching old movies and seeing an actor you suddenly recognize, in a movie you never knew they were in before til now.
-Such thrill.
-I learned the other day that there was a Huron settlement outside of Toronto that's about the size of Manhattan.
-What ho!
-"Like sand slipping through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives."
-So are the days of my life!
-Where oh where does the week go?
-One second it's Monday, then I turn around and it's Friday afternoon.
-Crazy days.
-This heat's making me crazy.
-I can't even spell properly.
-Though you'd never know it.
-"But now the forbidden fruit must be tasted!"
-After whatshername's Nic Cage email debacle, I've checked out her tumblr, and it just makes me laugh.
-What insane place does she get her ideas from?
-From other tumblrs, I'm guessing.
-And oh my god, what did I just watch?
-Once seen, never unseen.
-Those of you who love Harry Potter... Viewer discretion is advised.
-I profoundly apologize in advance.

Apparently Tom Hulce, who starred as Mozart, had no previous musical training. 

From here, here

Canada Day weekend and a Baby Robin

This post comes a bit late, but I found it too interesting not to share, seeing as it does not happen everyday... Probably for the best! This is a rather wordy post, so bear with me!

Last weekend, I found myself suddenly caretaker to a baby robin.

A real, teeny, baby robin. Like this.

It started off on sweltering Saturday morning of June 30. I was looking out the dining room window, because my mom was pointing to the driveway across the street from us, at what she thought was a dove. We couldn't figure out what it was, so we dug out the handy-dandy binoculars. She couldn't see anything, but when I took them, I could see a small, moving little lump by the sidewalk. E la! It was a baby bird. Its mother had flown down, and huddled on top of it, to protect it from the sun. Unfortunately, people were out and walking about, and she kept getting startled and flying off.

I went out to get a closer look, and the poor thing was lying on its back, panting in the heat. Its eyes weren't open, and barely had any feathers.

 Unsure of what else to do, I carefully moved it (it was so small!) to a spot under a shady tree, and hoped that its mama would come around looking for it. About an hour went by... I saw a robin hopping about, perhaps looking for it, but it didn't go anywhere near the spot where I put the baby.

Some may beg to differ and state that humans should leave the mama to take care of her baby, and leave it at that. But in 30+ degrees heat, what person would I be to let it bake in the sun?

Finally, after waiting a bit longer to see if the mother would ever find it (which it never did, as robins apparently have very little sense of smell to detect their young) I cracked and took it inside because it was so very hot, and probably starving. My mom prepared a shoe box lined with a towel, gave it some cat food with a bit of water via a saringe (it was hungry). Despite having likely been blown from its nest and onto the hot pavement and left in the sun, it seemed pretty ok, and slept peacefully.

We didn't want to get our hopes up for its survival past the first day (as often cases go), so we decided to make it as comfortable as possible anyway.

It needed to be fed every hour soft cat food and worm pieces, and kept warm so it wouldn't catch a chill. I wrapped a small water bottle filled with warm water in the towel next to him, and partially covered him up in the towel.

From the stuff I learned on caring for baby birds on the net, it is a lot of work. And just having this little guy (or girl?) was enough work alone. (The way it opened it's poor, wide little mouth, crying feed me! feed me!) Not only are you feeding and caring for it, but you're worrying about it, and whether you might be doing something wrong, like feeding it too much or too little. I thought about this, but mostly I felt that I was doing the right stuff. 

Nighttime falls: it still slept, was still hungry, and it was doing poopers. That was a good sign, we thought. During the day, we kept it outdoors in the shade to continue giving it fresh air, but brought it for the night.

Again, it still seemed alright, but I still woke up in the middle of the night wondering whether its water bottle needed to be warmed up. I am that much of an animal lover, yes. Around 4.30, I decided to get up and check on it. If it had passed on, I would only be glad it died in the best hands possible.

But no!

I gave it a very little stroke just to see, and it stirred. Suddenly, it was awake, and it was hungry! Oh my. I could even hear it making some very faint cheeps that it hadn't been making yesterday. So, I gave it a bit of food, warmed up its bottle and it settled down again, and I went back to bed satisfied.  Yes, I am that much of an animal lover.

To make this long story short, we had been looking all over town to see if we could find a place for this little bird to go, because we knew we wouldn't be able to care for it as it grew. We called some wild life sanctuaries, but all we got were recorded messages on what to do if we found babies, how to distinguish them, etc. Unfortunately, none were taking in any more baby birds.

On Canada Day Sunday, the bird continued to fare well in our care, and its eyes were opening up a bit. It was starting to remind me of Benjamin Button. No, seriously.

Then, by the late afternoon, a stroke of luck! My mom found on the web a rehabilitation centre somewhere up north. She got in touch with the woman who owned the place, and she said she would take the bird in. That very afternoon, as a matter of fact. Yay!

I would have taken the trip up north, but someone had to watch the dogs here at home. So, I had to leave it to my parents to take the two hour trip. I gave the bird a last bit of food, bundled it up, and watched it go with my parents. Le sigh.
As much work as it was, and would have been if we had kept it longer,  I was sorry it see it go so soon. It was a cute little bird, and I would have liked to see it grow up a bit!

But all's well that ends well. Afterwards, the lady from the centre had said it was a very healthy bird, and we did a good job with it. (Worms weren't recommended though, because baby robins are fed regurgitated worms by their mothers)

Finito!

From here

My Laugh for the Day

JESUS CHRIST I ACCIDENTALLY SENT MY POTENTIAL FUTURE BOSS A PICTURE OF NIC CAGE RATHER THAN MY COVER LETTER+RESUME, WHICH WAS A ZIP FILE TITLED WITH A BUNCH OF NUMBERS LIKE THE JPG I ACCIDENTALLY ATTACHED OH MY GOD

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#i #i....m shaking #whod i tag here ok i #nicolas cage #brocreate #meaghan what's your url i can't remember#findingpadfoot

I would like to be friends with this girl immediately.

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Thoughts on a Sizzling Friday

-Blimey, it's a scorcher out there.

-I think I liked it better when it was winter.

-Almost.

-Though I do enjoy the swimming bit.

-35.2

-According to the weather man.

-Everyone loves Marine Land?

-Me, not so much.

-Especially your advertisements.

-Particularly, your advertisements.

-I pity your animals.

-Kept in a watery prison.

-Visited and touched every day during the summer by grubby little human hands.

-Ick.

-I hope it's cooler tomorrow.

-Icy.

-I really love looking at Historiful.

-My new tumblr go-to.

-"You're like a drug to me".

-"My own personal brand of heroine".

-Oh, how that line kills me.

-I think about it as much as I think about Zoolander quotes.

-Almost.

-One must never disturb the Beast while it sleeps in its den.

-The Beast=my dog.

-One of them, that is.

-Then the other dog deliberately goes to disturb him.

-That's just the way it works in this house.

-*gasp* Naveen Andrews!!

-In Sinbad!!

-Sayid!!!!

-Oh my goodness, I must start watching this show immediately when it airs.

-How I miss Lost, and all it's wibbly wobbly, timey-wimey, spacey-wacey plots.

-Those characters are timeless.

-Except for Kate.

-I never liked Kate much.

-I still wish Boone hadn't died.

-"Kate! We have to go back!"

-Who would have guessed that line would be so priceless later on?

-And completely imitatable?

-I can just hear his drunken voice in my head.

-I think I did, though I didn't necessarily guess it right away...

-Oh god, that really fake beard.

-How awful.

-I can only imagine that it was itchy to wear for Matthew Fox.

-Desmond.

-Brotha!

-Dude.

-So says Hurley.

-My train of thought looks like an extended haiku.

-Only it looks weird.

-Tra-la!

They should have played this song in the rolling credits of The Beach... Even though it's not technically set in Bangkok.

From here

Historiful

This tumblr is right up my ally. The rare pictures of old Hollywood celebrities, as well as just regular women in the heyday of their era are stunning. I could look at them all day!

Marilyn Monroe

James Dean

Debbie Reynolds

Natalie Wood

Lana Turner

Bette Davis

All images belong to Historiful.

Summer Musts

Forget Moon Doggie, I'd take the Big Kahuna any day! Speaking of musts...

Ahh, what ever would I like to accomplish this summer? I have a few goals in mind, but then there are some I'd like to try out and hope they happen. Some are attainable, some may not happen, but they are mostly fun to think about.

1. Get my G2. A definite must if I want to go tooting around on road trips in summers to come. Or, if I want to get to work on time.
2. Get a job. 
3. Read outside in the evenings.
4. Swim frequently.
5. Take a trip up north.
6. Make peach jam. Strawberry jam's usually the thing to make at my place, but I wanna try out peach. (Or, if I feel daring, even strawberry and peach)
7. Food blog. Which means more experiments in baking/cooking (see above). 
8. Visit the CNE in August. I went last summer after a decade of not going, and it hadn't changed a bit. How I love the Ex.
9. A daring feat. (So long as it does not involve going on an upside down roller coaster)
10. Visit a beach. I never visit the beach.
11. Bake a pie. Any type of pie.
12. And, to re-emphasize the fact, get a job. Which may mean I might not be able to do some of the things listed above, but at least I'll finally have an income. (Which it turn, means I will be able to pay for some of it. Yay!)