“Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.”
Mississauga's First Ever Massive Holiday Street Market
The holidays are here and I DON'T CARE IF YOU AGREE OR NOT, they're here! What better way to start celebrating it than by stopping at Mississauga's first ever Holiday Street Market that's happening this Saturday? (Does this seem like an ad? It screams "ad" to me, but really I'm just pushing it so hard because I'm not in town and won't be able to go. If I were in Mississauga right now, though? I'd be all over this mother.)
This year, for the first time ever, Mississauga is launching a pop-up Holiday Street Market that'll take place in Celebration Square. The event, which will be presented by insauga.com, is a joint venture between the city and Philip Suos, the founder and festival director of the Junk Food Festival and Toronto’s Mac and Cheese Festival.
This will be the city’s biggest holiday market ever and there will be a ton of activities. Also, the market will coincide with the Square’s annual Light Up the Square tree lighting event.
In terms of activities, artisan vendors from all over Canada will be on hand selling one-of-a-kind goods and treats. There will also be food trucks, free carousel rides, a marshmallow firepit, a warm-up lounge, NES Classic Edition game competitions, gingerbread decorating and more. And there may or may not be real reindeer. Visitors can also take photos with Santa, write letters to Santa and indulge in crafts and face painting. There will also be roaming entertainers, an elves agility course and more.
It's totally free and it'll run from noon until 11pm and it sounds amazing.
Things About This Video That Delight Me
1. The gentle gait of that third penguin.
2. Animals watching animals for pleasure.
Can I marry the person who created this? I feel like they get me.
The Return!
Hey! I realize it's been about five (yikes) months since a new post - and for that, I'm truly sorry. I want to say that a lot has been going on, but the real culprit was laziness. It's one of my worst qualities and it's so hard to change who you are.
In any case, I've decided to change the format a bit with this site. It's exhausting to do two posts every weekday and frankly I'm sick of having to stick to a schedule with things. (I hope you understand how hard it is for me to admit that since, for the past few years, I've stuck to a rather rigid schedule of how I run things on here.) But maybe I can change and be a little more flexible. I'm not saying this will be a permanent change, but for now it's the best that I can do. I'm hoping it'll inspire me to write more posts that I'm passionate about and less ones that are basically just filler. HOPING.
And also? Thank you for continuing to gaze your sweet little eyes on this page and these words and for caring at all about what comes out of my mouth. I feel like the three of you who read this site don't realize how much I appreciate it.
Lastly, a lot has happened this week. Well, one major thing that has made a lot of people feel a lot of ways. Yesterday in particular was one of the darkest days I've ever experienced here and I'm not sure that I'm capable of expressing it accurately at the moment. I do know that we all need some kind of good in our lives right now, so that's what this week of posts will be centered around. Specifically things that are comforting to me and have lifted me up, even for a second.
I hope you're okay with the new changes. Thanks for still reading, bud.
“Hillary Clinton swallowed slander and humiliation and irrational hatred for three decades and she didn’t quit, and here she was, just a hair’s breadth from the presidency of the United States — the first woman ever to be trusted with the rudder of the world. It made me cry.
I cried because I want my daughters to feel that blazing pride, that affirmation of their boundless capacity — not from their husbands, but from their world, from the atmosphere, from inviolable wells of certainty inside themselves. I cried because it’s not fair, and I’m so tired, and every woman I know is so tired. I cried because I don’t even know what it feels like to be taken seriously — not fully, not in that whole, unequivocal, confident way that’s native to handshakes between men. I cried because it does things to you to always come second.
Whatever your personal opinion of the Clintons, as politicians or as human beings, that dynamic is real. We, as a culture, do not take women seriously on a profound level. We do not believe women. We do not trust women. We do not like women.
I understand that many men cannot see it, and plenty more do not care. I know that many men will read this and laugh, or become defensive, or call me hysterical, or worse, and that’s fine. I am used to it. It doesn’t make me wrong.”