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Pursuit of Happiness

A relevant article was brought to me by the Bulletin Brief, a news digest that is compiled for staff and faculty at U of T:

Why does the pursuit of happiness make us feel unhappy?

Sam Maglio is the author, and an assistant professor in the department of management at U of T Scarborough. His research looks into the elusive pursuit of happiness, and was published in Psychonomic Bulletin & Review.

“The annoying thing about happiness for people interested in pursuing it is that it can be such a moving target,” says Maglio. “Happiness is something that everyone wants a little bit more of, but there’s no clearly defined end state for when you’ve got it.”

I enjoy that he shares effective strategies, like keeping a gratitude journal (or, a blog!), and provides some great insights. “Many people dwell on this problem of thinking they are not happy enough or they could be doing more to pursue it. But one thing that our research illuminates is that everyone feels this way a little bit.”

Thanks, Sam.

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Library Love

The Liverpool Central Library’s Picton Reading Room and Hornby Library stole my breath as I walked in. Silent, circular, massive, and incredibly beautiful. The dome ceiling arched above us and a wooden clock the size of an automobile loomed. Quaint staircases spiraled upwards with velvet ropes blocking off the top balcony. We walked the second, trailing our fingers along the books as we passed, stopping here and there to take a look (and a pic). This room was such a change from the rest of the modern library that it was completely unexpected. We didn’t want to leave.

 

Picton Reading Room and Hornby Library, Liverpool Central Library
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Good Morning

There was a fluffy pink stripe of a cloud sashaying across the sky this morning, arcing over the vibrantly bright crescent moon, with the pinks and oranges of a sunrise on fire in the background on the horizon, emphasizing the silhouetted forest of naked trees. I would have stopped to take a picture but I was too busy marveling.

Getting up early has its perks. Good morning! 

orange sky GIF-source

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Painted Poinsettias

While eating breakfast in my favourite diner minding my own business, feeling rather icky, and pondering life, an elderly English lady appeared beside me, cane in hand, jarring me out of my thoughts.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you. I’m an artist, and I noticed while sitting over there that you have the most beautiful profile. With the sunlight hitting you at this angle and the lovely poinsettias behind you, you’ve inspired a painting. May I spend a few minutes sketching you?”

I blinked up at her a few times registering this request, and then of course consented. Only after I paid for my breakfast, bid the lady good day, and went on my merry way, did I think about the fact that I will likely never see this painting. No matter, though – the moment itself was enough for what I needed today. Thanks, Universe! Xo

 

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My City My Six

Every month, I attend a women’s writing circle at my place of work. It’s a safe space where we get together, write in silence for a few minutes on various prompts that are offered, and then either read or talk about what we wrote as a large group / smaller circles. I look forward to it every month, and can tell others do too by all of the familiar faces. Plus, they serve a fantastic hot lunch.

During last month’s circle, one of the moderators handed out a flyer for My City My Six – “A participatory public art project that will reveal Toronto and its residents, six words at a time. ” She asked us to spend a few minutes writing out as many tiny stories as we could using only six words. I’d never done this before, so I didn’t know what to expect – but when time was up and we were called out of our bubbles to share with the group, I’d found that I’d written over 20 stories. I was marveled. I had no idea that I had so many minimalist stories to tell. I decided to commit to contributing to this cute project with as many stories as I can dream up.

I encourage you to try your hand as well!

My first dreamy stories:
Clouds above, barefoot in the grass.
Keeping grounded amidst the everlasting chaos.

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My City My Six: Tell Your Story in Six Words
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Heather O’Neill: Hotels, Orphans, Geniuses @ Toronto Public Library

I remember when I fell in love with a work of fiction. 

The year was 2014, and I was underground riding the TTC. Sitting alone and smiling to myself after a particularly whimsical sentence, I was halfway through reading Heather O’Neill’s second book, The Girl Who Was Saturday Night. Suddenly a shadow fell over me, and I felt a tap on my shoulder. Jarred out of my reverie, I looked up. A scruffy man with kind eyes was staring down at me.

“Pardon me, miss – but I just had to say,” he began timidly.
“Yes?” I questioned, unintentionally annoyed at the interruption.
“I- I just had to say that the book you’re reading must really be wonderful… your face and your smile were just shining with happiness.”

I was taken by surprise; I lowered my eyes and blushed.
“It makes me want to read that book, too,” he quickly added, backing away.

“The book is called The Girl Who Was Saturday Night by a Canadian author from Montréal, named Heather O’Neill,” I blurted out, not wanting him to feel bad for embarrassing me in such a sweet way.

He scurried away, ready to exit the train. “You can get it from your local library!” I called out after him. He turned back to thank me, then stepped out of my life forever.

This book, that sentence, and the moment solidified my love for Heather O’Neill. I have an unshakable loyalty to people, things, and situations that leave an impact on my life.

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I had previously read Heather’s debut novel, Lullabies for Little Criminals – a sad tale set in Montréal revolving around a twelve-year-old protagonist named Baby. I’ve always had a love affair with Montréal, and the charming island city is featured in all three of her novels. Heather’s playful, romantic style infused with a melancholic reality speaks to me in a way that I’ve never encountered before. By the time I had finished her second novel, I was hooked.

Not too long ago, I noticed by chance that she would be visiting the Toronto Reference Library to promote her new book, The Lonely Hearts Hotel. I was excited; I could make it! I reserved two free seats and convinced a friend I hadn’t seen in awhile to join me at the Bram & Bluma Appel Salon for Heather O’Neill: Hotels, Orphans and Geniuses.

We showed up early, ordered fancy wine, and scanned the already-full room. There were seats available at the back… but there were also a few rows available right at the front. We sauntered over; reserved! Dang. We plopped ourselves down anyway and waited to get kicked out.

We didn’t.

What I loved most about this book talk with Heather O’Neill was the sincerity in it; it was more a conversation between herself and Joshua Knelman, (co-founder of The Walrus magazine) about her life, her art, and her views on things. I got a sense of who Heather was by the questions Josh asked, and how Heather answered.

I was a little star-struck, I must say. Heather is an entirely enthralling person to be in the same room with. I left that evening with a dreamy mind and stars in my eyes.

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Full house for Josh Knelman & Heather O’Neill at the TPL Appel Salon
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Creative Resolution

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” ~Maya Angelou

What’s your refuge, respite, how you repair?

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I’ve become resolved to expand my creative self. I’ve always had one big toe dipped in the artistic pond, but as adulthood, responsibilities, and the 9-5 took over, I woke up one day and realized that I had transformed solely into a supporter of the arts, rather than a contributor.

Art in all of its glorious forms, is my refuge.

I’ve recently taken up plucking at the ukulele. Such a quaint instrument, capable of such beautiful sound, when treated right. Some of my fondest memories were born while spending time with musically-inclined people.

One particular night stands out for me: not too long ago after a lovely evening out imbibing with friends, the group of us headed back the dwelling of a lovely couple residing in Toronto’s Kensington Market neighbourhood. The first thing I saw upon entry was a beautiful ukulele hung on the wall, an acoustic guitar displayed in a holder in the corner, and a set of hand drums perching nearby. I went over to the ukulele and picked it up. The owner of the abode’s eyes lit up as he watched me, and he grabbed the acoustic guitar. He then said to me “Do you know this one?” and began playing one of my favourite songs ever – so I started to sing. I handed the ukulele to someone else and they joined in, playing the song from memory. Another friend picked up the hand drums, and out of nowhere a musical shaker with metal beads appeared and was included in the melody. This was shaping up to be a beautiful jam session, with everyone playing a part. We completed the song and then looked around the room at each other with huge goofy grins on our faces.

I’ve not often felt the kind of joy ran though me on that beautiful night.

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Uke.jpgI’ve since acquired an almost identical ukulele, and I love it.
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An Evening with Maynard James Keenan

Well, what can I say. Back when I was a head-banging hair-whipping teenage rocker gal wearing long-sleeved band t-shirts under my white school uniform dress shirt, I never thought this day would come: sitting in a wooden folding chair, 20 feet from Maynard James Keenan, singer of Tool, A Perfect Circle, and Puscifer, with a gifted copy of his first book in my hand: A Perfect Union of Contrary Things, listening to him speak about his life at the University of Toronto Convocation Hall.

As soon as I found out that he’d be in Toronto for this unprecedented event, I bought a ticket. I never in a million years thought that I’d be attending alone, but alone I went; no one I’d asked had wanted to go. I’ve been lucky enough to watch Maynard sing countless times before at shows he put on with his various bands throughout the years – but this was different. This time, I would actually be able to hear what he had to say. I could focus, pay attention, and mull. I wasn’t going to miss this for anything.

It was a cool, clear Monday night, and the November full moon was high in the sky as I crossed King’s College Circle to reach the building’s entrance. How fitting. The moon was yellow and misty and uncaptureable by my phone but try I did, because how could I not?

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November full moon, taken from King College Circle.

Going to see this man (whose career I’ve followed singe teenagerdom and whom I find to be incredibly intelligent and inspiring to this day) speak about life, art, mistakes, and learning (not losing; “you either win or you learn, losing is on you”) was simultaneously somber and uplifting. Like life.

An audio snippet I recorded of Maynard reading aloud from his book.

I was reminded that I should never expect things that inspire me to necessarily inspire others; what I find amazing and incredible may not resonate with even those who are closest to me; in the end, my thoughts and my feelings are my own. Despite this, I won’t ever stop going after and talking about the things that I’m passionate about. Be it music, trees, books, or sunsets. We just never know how something we do or say or share might have a deep and lasting effect on those around us.

Thank you Maynard, for sharing your life with the world, and for coming to Toronto to spend time with your fans.

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Conference: U of T Communications Field (& Valentine’s) Day

I love my job/s.

I love that I get to work as a communications person in a library; the melange of responsibilities really makes for a creative, satisfying day.

I also love the work perks: for example, getting to attend the University of Toronto Communication Field Day held yesterday, on the day of hearts.

What did it consist of?
Well, let me show you through Storify.

U of T Communications Field Day told via Storify

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