A Meditation
Mar. 17th, 2003 12:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldAt noon, I went to the Robertson Library in search of some articles I'd requested on interlibrary loans, only to find out that for more than a week (and despite a voicemail message and some E-mail) notifications that four of the articles were actually available in the bound stacks, and another was available on one of the article databases were sitting behind the main desk. I spent five minutes explaining to someone that no, I did not want and did not in fact need the database article, that I wanted and in fact demanded the journal article (photocopied from the journal, yes, I knew that it would be a photocopy not the actual journal, did they think I'm a fuckwit?) because I needed to find precise citations for an essay (Honours, actually).
Argh. (/rant)
I went downtown afterwards. I have a 2 o'clock appointment with Jason Doiron, my family counsellor who earlier had a meeting with my parents, presumably to explain that, no, fags do not automatically die alone and in agony at 30 but can actually lead happy and productive lives, really, it's true. I'm not particularly looking forward to the meeting; I'd like to be optimistic, and Dad said that he got a lot out of it, but Mom hasn't mentioned anything about it at all, and I've learned that it's better not to expect much from them and so avoid disappointment, not that their opinion matters to me save as a motivation for what I think might be hatred--
(/rant), again.
I went for lunch to the Formosa Tea House. For those of you who do not live in Charlottetown, the Formosa Tea House is just that: a Chinese-style tea house offering a variety of simple quick East Asian dishes. They've been doing quite well of late, adding on a back room. When I entered, the place was quite busy; it still is, I assume.
I ordered bamboo steamed rice and dumplings to eat; just as I finished, the cool green tea I'd ordered came to me, neatly served in a glass with straw included. I really enjoyed myself. It's a very relaxing environment: compact, with scroll and Western-style paintings on the wall, a plain varnished-softwood decor, Chinese classical music playing softly in the background, and friendly staff. It's an eminently enjoyable place.
The Formosa Tea House represents a new sort of restaurant that has appeared only recently on the Island, that is, the non-"Canadian"/Chinese ethnic restaurant. There is an Italian restaurant ("northern Italian," a corner of my mind from Tourism years reminds myself) on Water Street, and there is an Indian restaurant just up the stream from the Formosa Tea House, but by and large Prince Edward Island and its capital Charlottetown are discouragingly homogeneous and boring places. The Formosa Tea House represents a sort of cosmopolitanism that is lacking on the Island, and is something that I desperately want to experience anew when I move to the mainland, or even before then, when I go travelling. I want to go to a Korean barbecue; I want to drink real Southern ice tea; I'd like to eat in a Harlem diner. I just want to be out of here.
And the wonderful thing, from my perspective, is that I will.
Argh. (/rant)
I went downtown afterwards. I have a 2 o'clock appointment with Jason Doiron, my family counsellor who earlier had a meeting with my parents, presumably to explain that, no, fags do not automatically die alone and in agony at 30 but can actually lead happy and productive lives, really, it's true. I'm not particularly looking forward to the meeting; I'd like to be optimistic, and Dad said that he got a lot out of it, but Mom hasn't mentioned anything about it at all, and I've learned that it's better not to expect much from them and so avoid disappointment, not that their opinion matters to me save as a motivation for what I think might be hatred--
(/rant), again.
I went for lunch to the Formosa Tea House. For those of you who do not live in Charlottetown, the Formosa Tea House is just that: a Chinese-style tea house offering a variety of simple quick East Asian dishes. They've been doing quite well of late, adding on a back room. When I entered, the place was quite busy; it still is, I assume.
I ordered bamboo steamed rice and dumplings to eat; just as I finished, the cool green tea I'd ordered came to me, neatly served in a glass with straw included. I really enjoyed myself. It's a very relaxing environment: compact, with scroll and Western-style paintings on the wall, a plain varnished-softwood decor, Chinese classical music playing softly in the background, and friendly staff. It's an eminently enjoyable place.
The Formosa Tea House represents a new sort of restaurant that has appeared only recently on the Island, that is, the non-"Canadian"/Chinese ethnic restaurant. There is an Italian restaurant ("northern Italian," a corner of my mind from Tourism years reminds myself) on Water Street, and there is an Indian restaurant just up the stream from the Formosa Tea House, but by and large Prince Edward Island and its capital Charlottetown are discouragingly homogeneous and boring places. The Formosa Tea House represents a sort of cosmopolitanism that is lacking on the Island, and is something that I desperately want to experience anew when I move to the mainland, or even before then, when I go travelling. I want to go to a Korean barbecue; I want to drink real Southern ice tea; I'd like to eat in a Harlem diner. I just want to be out of here.
And the wonderful thing, from my perspective, is that I will.
