Part 1: The Post I wrote on the outing day
Part 2: This post.
I am in the process of switching from the laptop that I currently use, to a new tablet.
An image of me with my tile from that day and part of the outing was to update this post:
Immortalized in Stone
This is my tile in this public art installation in Vancouver near the commerical drive skytrain station, from the time of the Grandview bridge upgrade to celebrate 250 East Vancouver community activists by having names on the sidewalk.
So Friday it was a Vancouver outing for fun – brunch and a walk in my old nieghbourhood
On Saturday, it was an outing in Surrey, where the hunt n gather with my Mom had a novel encounter at the Guildford Community Centre where the library is; and had information session on ageing.
and conference booths are something I cannot resist. I walked around the whole place.
I talked to a few booth attendants, and not only filled out the Rate Our Conference Form
I also took the pad of sticky notes and put words on them in ink and stuck them to the 4 easel boards with feedback questions.
the most importing being the what was missing
I wrote “no LGBTQ content” in clear letters and put it on the board at the average height for women.
anyway, I had fun at the Kwantlen University booth, it was a college when I was a student there. and, while I was not in that department, I did get dragged in from the common room into a classroom to be one of a test subject group in a soda preference contest were the same bottle was used for both glasses; later at Simon Fraser University, I agreed to test subject for another psyche class student. More recently, in my 40s, I declined to participate in a UBC Depression study, because I questioned their study protocols and when I saw their eventual published results, was glad to not have bothered going to UBC to participate.
they also need to stop making artistic things mental illness
realizing that some artists deal with medium that are literally toxic
such as painters, anyone using solvents; so exposure diseases are one thing
creativity another and mental health, well, art is anguish and outsider perspective
why truth and beauty, poetically so forth, eh?