Post-Banff Post

It shames me to think how I let a summer go by without a single post.  I got to thinking why it is that I don’t keep a diary or journal. When would I go back and read it, anyway? I was there, I know what happened. Does documenting each day take away from living in the moment? The memories will live on. If I don’t remember them, were they that significant? That’s probably not true; there’s only so much space on the memory drive of the mind. Would I be living in the past as opposed to the present? It’s something I struggle to balance to begin with. I’m constantly thinking of what’s to come. (I bought the Dalai Lama’s Little Book of Inner Peace last week– should make for enjoyable bathroom briefings. The inner flap states it’s “The only Dalai Lama book you’ll ever need”. I sure can pick ’em.)

Next, I began to ponder about time whilst sitting on the shuttle bus from Banff to Calgary (magnificent views all around). Quality. Quantity. It’s a very fleeting thing. How much do we have of it? I started to think in terms of measurement. A New York minute. I then wondered what quantifable measure I could attach to that gem in the Rockies: Banff. At times a day would seem like a week. Then, the next thing you know, you’re  listening to Adele’s Someone Like You and reverting to an Elbow Drop any WWE fan would be proud of to try and close the suitcase that somehow fit everything on the way over and wondering how 3 months has escaped you. Truth is, it didn’t escape me. I was mostly uninebriated for its entirety. It’s always intriguing how time flies when you’re having fun. And, that’s what my summer was. Fun. Meeting and working with extraordinary people within the audio industry. 

I had no idea what I was in for before going to Banff, or even after writing that prelimenary post back in May. The friends, connections and memories made make it, quite possibly, the best summer I’ve had. I had no idea such a thing existed or was even possible. The Banff Centre’s motto is “Inspiring Creativity”. And, it is something it lives up to 100%. (Show of hands; who had heard of The Banff Centre prior to this?) It’s Canada’s best kept secret. And, it shouldn’t be so. Individuals from all over travel to this epicentre of the art world where culture and creativity converge. More people should know about it. More people should go to it.

This crash course in audio sharpened my skills and I had the liberty to try things. I learnt about stuff I otherwise wouldn’t (mics, technique, style, equipment, software, etc.), whether a personal project or having to write an intro for Mozart’s clarinet quintet. That’s the other thing; I got to encounter music and art forms I don’t normally frequent. Subsequently resulting in an appreciation for classical music. I’ve heard the notes from my brother, Jamie’s baby grand piano trickle up from his room to mine for years and years, but never simply sat and just listened for hours, uninterupted. Let alone then explain it to an iTunesU audience. I never sat in a club and listened to jazz. Or, aboriginal music? Nope. It was great to be exposed to all of it.

I really can’t think of a bad time I had in Banff. Even if I was frustrated and it seemed I wouldn’t accomplish what I needed to when I needed to. I’m thankful for those moments, however, because it’s then that a shift occurs. You have a choice. Pout or power through. It’s how we handle the things that go wrong, not the things that go right that matter.

A few summer highlights:

-Friends with Friends. (Thanks, Banff World Media Festival.)

-Canada Day celebrations. (Free pancake breakfast, fireworks, Dancing Sasquatch, jumping into the Bow Valley river, also jumping into Lake Louise.)

-B.C. Visiting a dear friend on the Beautiful Coast.

-Livestreams. Co-hosting webcasts of concerts at The Banff Centre with the great Eric Friesen.

-Ren Klyce. The first interview I conducted, my first week, was the multiple Oscar nominated sound designer. Cool interview. Cooler interviewee.

-Faculty. Meeting and working with sought after professionals was rewarding and still leaves me in awe.

-Calgary Stampede: The rodeo was a tad barbaraic, but the deep fried Pop-Tarts and pizza on-a-stick hit the spot.

-Amour in Banff. Experiencing the sites with Mike, my boyfriend. (Some, more note-worthy than others. The discovery that the Hot Spring is nothing but a tiny pool was disappointing. Nothing like the smell of chlorine to wash away my vision of being submerged within a babbling brook filled with revitalizing H2O.

. . .

I don’t know what lies ahead for now. Your guess is as good as mine. I am back in Toronto, exactly where I was 3 months ago, except I don’t have something lined up, as I did when arriving here. In a moment of panic, Mike told me how boring life would be if at twenty-three I had it all figured out. It really struck me. Maybe we never figure it out. Maybe, the trick is trying not to.

In essence, these little posts of mine are like my journal. Only, I invite you to read them (again, and again). Hopefully, I won’t want to destroy them in a few years, as I did after reading my middle school diary.

The Significance of Seven

As this marks the seventh year anniversary with my beau, I decided to investigate the significance of this lucky number. I guess it is rather lucky, because this year signifies the end of the long distance reign. Come graduation, we shall be reunited.

-For starters, there are 7 days in a week.

-It took the Big Guy 7 days to create the universe. And, on the The 7th day he rested.

-Once upon a time, there were 7 wonders of the world (Great Pyramid of Giza, Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Statue of Zeus at Olympia, Temple of Artemis at Ephesus, Mausoleum of Maussollos at Halicarnassus, Colossus of Rhodes, Lighthouse of Alexandria).

-Lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and pride are the 7 deadly sins.

-7 dwarfs followed that pristine Snow White around; Sneezy, Sleepy, Dopey, Doc, Happy, Bashful, & Grumpy.

-And, grumpy is what you’ll be if you break a mirror ‘cause that will get you 7 years bad luck. Although, I broke a mirror when I was in seventh grade (Coincidence? I think not.) and I’m happy to report I did not encounter much bad fortune, at all.

-7 is the number of notes in the traditional Western music scale.

-There are 7 books in the Harry Potter series, and 7 horcruxes that must be destroyed!

-The [Temple] Menorah is a seven-branched candelabrum and there are 7 days of Passover.

-It wasn’t dubbed 8up or 9up, nope, this soft drink knew 7up was the way to go.

-Baptism, Holy Communion, Confession, Confirmation, Marriage, Holy Orders, and the Anointing of the Sick are the 7 sacraments of the Catholic faith.

-7 seas (Mediterranean Sea, the Aegean Sea, the Adriatic Sea, the Black Sea, the Red Sea, the Arabian Sea, and the Caspian Sea.)

-7 continents (Asia, Africa, North America, South America, Antarctica, Europe, and Australia.)

-Seven. Any movie with Brad Pitt, Morgan Freeman and Gwyneth Paltrow would have to be pretty lucky indeed.

-7 is the number of colors Isaac Newton identified in a rainbow – red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.

-The Seven Year Itch is the Marilyn Monroe film with the famously billowing white dress.

And, as for my supposed seven year itch? I have yet to start scratching.

Tick, Tock.

When I tell people how long Mike and I have been dating, it’s usually followed by a “Wow!”.

As their eyebrows furrow, they ask: “How old are you?”. A general show of surprise then leads to a genuine appreciative “Good for you” smile or an “You’re out of your mind” grimace.

We started dating when we were 15. High school sweethearts. It’s never felt long, and in comparison to a dear friend who has been dating her beau for eight years, we’re lagging behind.

Some may applaud this, others may question the need to sow my wild oats. I found “the one” when I was a young one, and I’ll be damned if I were to let him go.

If our time spent pursuing a long distance relationship has taught me anything, it is that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I used to think it was some cheesy line, but over the years it has proven more true in every sense of the word.

Don’t get me wrong, frustration comes with the distance; it’s kind of a package deal. But, I just remind myself that there are worse situations, and I’m grateful to have him on the other end of that phone line.

I think our love has endured the test of time, and it keeps on ticking.


Ah, the Fall. Such a romantic season. People falling in love.

I fell in love a little over 6 years ago, and am proud to say I still am. Six seems to be a recurring number in relation to my relationship.

See, my boyfriend of 6 years, lives six hours away. It hasn’t always been that way.

We met at a soccer tournament when we were twelve. Coincidentally, we then attended the same high school, and happened to be in the same class in seventh grade. As fate would have it, we were automatically paired to do an assignment together, “Je Vous Presente..” in which we interviewed each other and found out we had much in common.

We fast became friends. In tenth grade, we started dating.

All was wonderful, then he decided to up and leave for New York to further pursue an education in theatre. I had my doubts but we’ve hung in there, and have been together ever since.

Now, he’s in Toronto, and I’m still 6 hours away in Montreal.

I’ve been toying with the idea of starting a column/blog for some time now about love, life, relationships and all the good stuff in between. There’s no time like the present.

Alas, one post down, many, many more to come.