littlemousling: Cartoon beaver joyously waving a Canadian flag (beaver)
This morning, three colleagues and I decided to form a Continental Congress and declare our intention to begin a revolution against our King George. We met in secret and signed our Declaration, and we presented it with every expectation that we would be, if not actually slaughtered on the battlefield, definitely fired on the spot.

Instead, King George ... was thrilled. And told us we could anticipate a cut-rate price for buying the colonies.

So. Sometime in the next few months, my name is going on the door of a law firm, along with my Madison, Adams, and Jefferson. We are so fucking baller.

(I fail at Canadian metaphors, but it was actually an entirely Canadian event.)

Coming Out

Oct. 13th, 2011 01:05 pm
littlemousling: Street sign from Toronto's gay village (Church and Wellesley)
Okay, I am late on National Coming Out Day, but I've been enjoying everyone else's posts so much I thought I'd drop a short one of my own.

My basic policy is that I come out to everyone. Obviously I can't literally achieve that--I don't stop strangers on the street to tell them (and I pass, these days, so I'm not passively telling them, either)--but I try not to get too far into any conversation without dropping some kind of lesbian signal.

Typically my methods are:
A) Why I Came To Canada: new people always want to know why I moved here. Saying "I can get married here" is more or less accurate, and instantly conveys my sexuality.
B) Girlfriend or ex-girlfriend mentions (depending on my relationship status at the time): This one's easy and usually folds naturally into some funny story.
C) Crush discussions: a lot of new knit-night attendants, especially, end up talking about hot actors, etc. Dropping a few hot actresses isn't foolproof, but it gets the conversation going.

And this story remains, by far, my favorite ever coming-out story. It still warms my heart just thinking about it, and it is definitely representative of the reason I think it's important that I come out to as many people I interact with as possible.
littlemousling: Cartoon beaver joyously waving a Canadian flag (beaver)
So after three years of law school, two months of Bar studying, two days of testing, ten months of articling, and two hours of brain-melting ceremony, I became a lawyer in the Province of Ontario at about 10:28 this morning.

Emotions: mixed (one part "awesome," two parts "I basically already was, c'mon"). However, I put in an order after the ceremony for custom-tailored wool litigation robes, which only lawyers are allowed to wear at court, and about those I feel 100% positive and excited. So, on the whole, I'll take it.

ETA: omg awwwww. )

ETA 2: ALSO! Just remembered. I had to swear allegiance to the Queen, AGAIN. That's twice, Canada. I'm keeping track. #stupid #notourqueen #revolutiontime #iwillhappilysweartotheflag #orthenation #orbeaver #imeanbeavers
littlemousling: Fake missing-image symbol with "this icon loves other icons so it has moved to Canada" superimposed (immigration)
So I'm in this cab coming home (drunk) from knit night, and the cabbie and I are talking about differences between American and Canadian culture, infrastructure, and laws, with an emphasis on New York and Toronto.

I, like I do*, make it clear in the course of this conversation that the person I'm always traveling to NYC to see is my girlfriend, yes like that.
*All the time. I make no bones about it, I totally DO rub my sexuality in people's faces, and I will continue to do so as long as straight is the automatic assumption.

I don't, of course, know how the cabbie will react. I know he's a very recent immigrant (September 2008) from Pakistan; I know that we've been talking about the feeling of community and about public transit, not about social politics.

Then he says, hesitantly: "The laws here in Canada are very good for--for people like us."

That's why I come out to everyone. Because I don't always know that other people are like us, and they don't always know I'm like us, and we need that us.
littlemousling: Photo of Kalinda, character from The Good Wife, in front of books of statutes (law)
I really hated law school. Like, a lot. I liked my life during law school, and I liked my clinic work, and my friends, and Toronto, and biking everywhere, but law school itself just absolutely blew. I mean, it sucked. The people were mostly assholes, almost everything we did was designed to train law professors rather than lawyers, and the stuff that was easy made me feel guilty (not smart) while the stuff that wasn't easy made me feel stupid (not challenged). For three years I organized my life around the concept of spending as little time in those two buildings as I could get away with.

So perhaps you will understand when I say I had some niggling concerns about The Law, as this thing I was planning to be in for the rest of my life.

I don't really have those anymore. At all. I had kind of a boring weekend--the kind of weekend that makes me go, "Oh, shit, I am a boring person, DO SOMETHING AWESOME ASAP" (knitting a Bohus is awesome, right? ... right? ::crickets::)--and I just kept thinking, Can it be Monday now? I get to go to court on Monday. I get to be in court all day on Monday. I don't know who the judge will be, that's exciting. Maybe it'll be one I like. Maybe it'll be someone new and I can try to impress them. Maybe it'll be one I don't like and I'll have to strategize to get the results I want.

And then Monday came and it was awesome and I drove home smiling, like I drive home smiling every Monday, and most Tuesdays, and some Thursdays--because those are my court days, and court makes me smile. I am *good* at court. I *win* at court. And I probably can't get hired back at this job because Dalton McGuinty thinks it sounds good to say you're not hiring any more government lawyers, but I am good at this and I am enthusiastic about this and I will get another job that will make me smile on my Monday commute.
littlemousling: Cartoon beaver joyously waving a Canadian flag (beaver)
(Warnings: strong language, sarcasm, terms I see as reclaiming but you may reasonably see as offensive (eg dyke), inebriation, nationalism, sexual content, innuendo, a general lack of filters or boundaries. And you should see the unedited version.)

Toronto, Ontario )

Montreal, Quebec )

En route to Miramishi )

Miramishi, New Brunswick )

En route to Moncton, New Brunswick )

Bay of Fundy, New Brunswick )

From Maritimes Trip 2010

Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island )

Other parts of Prince Edward Island )

Ferry to the mainland )

Driving the Nova Scotia coast )

Cabot Trail )

From Maritimes Trip 2010

East side of Cape Breton and mainland NS )


Fredericton, New Brunswick )

Maine )

New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut )


Rochester, NY )
littlemousling: Photo of rainbow-organized bookshelf with text reading, "Confirmed book addict." (books)
My recent ten-day drive across the Maritimes was, not to put too fine a point on it, the best trip I've ever taken. I'm away from my camera cord, so I probably will never get around to posting a real recap? But it was amazing in every possible way, and my appreciation for Canada, and for the friend I was traveling with, and for singing Kesha at the top of our lungs in the car, has been increased a thousandfold.

Now I'm chilling at my parents' in the States (I came here to get my wisdom teeth out while I'm still under their dental insurance--mostly healed now!). Very relaxing, although I'm starting to fret a little about my articling job. Not the job itself, really, but lawyerly wardrobe requirements (THANK YOU, huge Macy's sale!), the unknown status of my work-permit application*, the chance that when I cross back into Canada the border guard is seriously concerned about the fact that my current residence permit expires at the end of August, the fact that I have to buy a car for the first time, etc, etc.

*OK. Realistically? Yes, I will receive a work permit, and I will receive it before my current permit runs out. But it would be so seriously, horrendously bad for me to NOT receive it that I think my level of concern over the matter is justified. Maybe.

So I am distracting myself with Twitter (thank you, Adam Lambert fandom, for bringing the best people into my life) and with new Jim Hines and Naomi Novik, and with the Kradam Big Bang, for which it's, ahem, possible that I may have written a little something.

Basically: sort of back, but mostly just lazing around reading fanfic and not engaging with the world on a DW-post-worthy level.
littlemousling: Canadian flag (Canada)
Racialized police harassment at the G20. Of course. Newsflash: Canada is not actually perfect. Who knew, right?

It's a pretty classic kind of "Little Richard arrested getting his morning paper" kind of story (though this guy wasn't arrested--but we'll see what happens when all the attending world leaders arrive):

I can’t stand in front of the door to my own home because someone that “looks like me” can be considered suspicious. Sigh.

Full report is here.

littlemousling: Canadian flag (Canada)
OK, this is kind of an I-told-(a handful of people)-so post, so I've cut it to spare y'all.

G20 authority fuckups begin )

Canada has plenty of human rights abuses under its belt. I love it here--I fucking moved here completely of my own free will--but it's not right to pretend it's not engaging in the same dangerous authoritarian-without-actual-authority actions just because you're talking to the American.

And I'll be first in line to say, "Please, please, please protect President Obama"--but that doesn't involve shutting down peaceful protests with methods that, if I used them on my neighbor, would be termed violent. It doesn't involve suspending civil liberties. It doesn't involve detaining journalists.

Do better, Canada. I didn't want to be right.

ETA: And on a lighter note, several LCBOs are being closed for the G20. Stock up on your booze now, people!


Jun. 10th, 2010 04:04 pm
littlemousling: Photo of rainbow-organized bookshelf with text reading, "Confirmed book addict." (books)
My reading choices since quasi-vacation started (full vacation only started yesterday) are, um, showing a particular trend.

First up, lit: A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers (literature) and The Book of Negroes (historical fiction/literature).

Then, less so: The Stepsister Scheme (fantasy/fairy-tale reboot). I would be reading the sequel RN, but for some ebook problems (hey B&N, you suck!).

Just now, not at all: Not Quite a Lady (romance).

Next up, oh god: ... two more by the romance author.

So apparently I'm slowly turning my brain off. OTOH, I wholeheartedly recommend all four of these books, each for what it is. They're all simply wonderful reads, and the first three have enormous redeeming social qualities, as well. (The last is socially redeeming only when measured on the romance-novel scale.)


In other news, I applied for my post-graduation work permit today, w00t! I have a little leeway if they're slow to process it, because my study-permit-based work permit doesn't expire until a month after I start my job, but I'm crossing my fingers for a quicker turnaround, anyway.
littlemousling: Canadian flag (Canada)
Feeling extremely Canadian today.

For those who weren't watching Olympics coverage on CTV (or at all), there was this ad that ran all through the games, that had a hockey theme. It showed Canadians watching hockey on TV, kids in a laneway playing with a Coke can for a puck*, listening on the car radio, stadium games, etc, all very enthusiastic, with swelling music, and then it says "Let's make sure they know whose game they're playing."

Twice--after the women's hockey team won gold and after the men's hockey team won gold--it was the first ad shown, and they changed the wording, to "Now they know whose game they're playing."

I don't even like sports, and that actually made me cry. Twice.

Go team Canada.

*Yeah, Coke ad. But that part is irrelevant to my happiness.


Jan. 22nd, 2010 06:00 pm
littlemousling: Yarn with a Canadian dime for scale (Canadian Dream)
Someone asked me about my having moved to Canada on a random (coughAdamLambertrelatedcough) comm today and I apparently was in a mood, because I didn't just write back, "Yeah, glad I did." So I thought I'd copy it here.

Glad I did. )

So if you've ever wondered whether I waver about my decision to emigrate ... there it is.
littlemousling: Yarn with a Canadian dime for scale (Default)
Got my first solo apartment

Got my first “real” all-mine pet

Worked full time in family law for three months (and survived)

Represented clients of my clinic at about a dozen case conferences and motions, and another at a mediation for the Ontario Human Rights Commission

Landed an articling (legal apprenticeship) job that’s in my field, pays well, is a nice government position, and is in Toronto

Went to the first ever Sock Summit, held in Portland, Oregon

Also went to my first Rhinebeck Sheep and Wool Festival, and bought rather a lot of fiber

Biked, at a guess, more than 120 hours despite Toronto’s loooong and not-bike-safe winter

Learned to bake bread

Knit three sweaters (one handspun), five pairs of socks (two handspun), and various accessories including a couple of scarves (low total because I was busy spinning)

Spun 12727 yards of yarn, made up of some 36192 yards of singles. (Comparison: last year I spun 1728 yards total. That’s not even a seventh as much as this year)

And … probably other things?
littlemousling: Canadian flag (Canada)
It's my first full Canada Day! (I was in transit last year.) I have to get stuff done around the house, but I'm going to see fireworks and hear Canadian music tonight---and I'm taking one of my flags!

Today's joke:
How do you get a crowd of rowdy, drunken Canadians out of your swimming pool?

You say "Everyone please leave the pool."

Today's quote: "Mon pays, ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver"--Gilles Vigneault.

Today's factoid:
Maclean's Magazine (like Time or Life, only not really) once held a contest for the true Canadian motto. The winner was "As Canadian as possible, under the circumstances."

Today's tonguetwister: say Canada Day a couple of times fast. I dare you. This is particularly difficult with a Rochester accent (strangely, my Vancouverite friends have no trouble with it).
littlemousling: Yarn with a Canadian dime for scale (Default)
Bunnyhug, n.: A hooded sweatshirt with a large pocket across the abdomen. Generally without a zipper.
Origin: slang, Saskatchewan.

Tina's from Saskatoon. Those melonheads are weird.


Addendum to this entry: Saskatchewan football fans wear watermelon rinds on their heads. Which explains this cat macro.


Addendum to the addendum: I have no idea if people really call them melonheads.
littlemousling: Yarn with a Canadian dime for scale (Canadian Dream)
Shall I start with the spiel, or the photos?

OK, photos, but I warn you, they're nothing to write home about (she says, writing home).

Here's my room )

Back to the talking part.
Drove up yesterday with Mom. It was the very definition of "scattered showers" but it managed to always stop raining when we were outside, so yay rain!
Stopped at the border to get my study permit. I was nervous, as I've heard a few horror stories (mostly about people coming into the US, but still). The worst-case scenario isn't that they just say no, it's that they bar you from ever entering Canada again. Not that I thought that would happen, but, y'know, it's a scary thought.
Instead, I got the best-case scenario: a full three years on my study permit. They can make you reapply every year, but they can also decide you're not a danger and give you the whole time. Not only that, he gave me a three-month grace period at the end!

So I'm a legal student resident of Canada until August 31, 2010. WOW!

We got here, unpacked the car, put the doors back on the wardrobe, then went to Ikea, which is always fun. They managed to sell us a couple of things we didn't need (namely, the night table I'm so enamored of and the little lamp I've got on it) but we also got the stuff I really did need, like a bed and a mirror and a desk chair. And we ate Swedish meatballs, so there's a win right there.

I also checked out the Dufferin Mall today, which is only about five blocks from my house (it's a weird neighborhood that way--almost a suburb in parts, big park, but in close range of some serious strips of shops and restaurants, and then also there's this big mall with like a not-Wegmans and a WalMart and a dozen women's clothing stores. Crazy.

OK, more later. I need to get photos of the black squirrels ....
littlemousling: Canadian flag (Canada)
Canada, as of 2002, grants women a year of leave at 60% pay after childbirth.

In other news, the LSAT is tomorrow. UToronto, here I come!

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