Work and weekend
Thursday I arrived home late from work and skipped my appointment with myself, but today I got back into the career-finding groove. I finished the Ponder Your Passion worksheet, and started compiling a virtual scrapbook of images and information related to some themes that arose.
I can see how the scrapbook will be useful, because it leads me to different ideas. I only had time to explore one theme today-food-but a search for images led to a school offering a program in hotel and restaurant management, and a Bureau of Food Control. Whether or not these specific career threads appeal to me, it's an interesting way of brainstorming, and will lead to useful resources at the same time.
It was a full weekend. Marian and Kerri joined me and Danny for a Stratford excursion to see As You Like It with Brent Carver as the melancholy Jaques.
A couple days before, we realized this Saturday was also Nuit Blanch so after the show we hurried back to Toronto to partake. We didn't have time to plan, which turned out to be a serious handicap. Two years ago I spent a couple hours figuring out priority things I wanted to see and considering how to get around, and got a lot more out of the event. This time we had only a general idea of areas we would like to hit, and no guide book. The outcome was less satisfying, though what we saw had more of the thoughtful factor, less of the whiz-bang.
At the Mystic Clay Pad (photo above), text messages transmitted from around the city were projected onto wet clay, visitors were invited to inscribe the messages before they disappeared, and eventually the inscriptions were covered with fresh layers of clay. Marian, like me, participates compulsively.
At Trinity College Chapel, a group had arranged an exhibit called Procedures in a Time of Plague: rituals for human contact in pandemic times, where guests were invited to run remote control paxbots with inflated rubber gloves for arms around the floor of the church. The goal was to make high fives to "pass the peace" safely, using robots as proxy. The waving hands rendered the lifeless things endearingly hilarious. They kept tangling in hugs.