It is too late to ask advice when the danger comes…
And this week it presented itself in the form of coyotes, and me very nearly ending up on their dinner plate. I was quite happily walking home on Friday evening, I was about 300 yards from my apartment, it was about 7:00pm, dark and I was on a road which cut through wooded area when a man stopped his car and started talking to me. Usually at this point I would be a little suspicious of the man in the car- I listened to all the “stranger danger” sessions at school, and having a bit of a sweet tooth, let’s face it, if anyone is offering me candy, I’m not going to be putting up much resistance. However, this was a very nice man and he thought he really ought to point out that there were two coyotes standing about eight foot away from me. The bit of noise he had created in his car and his lights encouraged them to disappear into the trees, but they did make a couple more passes before I reached the top of the road. Having Googled their behavior when I got home, I was delighted to find I was a little to chunky for them to actually want to eat, I knew pizza and fries had a purpose! What I think is a little more concerning is my complete lack of a survival instinct! How could I have not even realized that they were there? If I had been a cave person I would have been sabre tooth tiger food before I even knew I was in trouble- I think it is safe to say I was descended from the sit by the fire and check out my pointy shoe wearing tribe rather than the actually do something useful tribe.
The magic ski pants did get another outing this week, relatively short due to high gusting winds, not so much skiing as being randomly blown about in any which direction. Interesting sport, but not sure it will catch on for the Olympics! However, I will try not to dwell on the ski pants too much as it is likely I will start on their many fantastic qualities and get far too carried away.
I did also manage to get out to Science World this weekend. This is one of the places I have been past every week since I arrived here and finally managed to get inside. The building has always appeared fairly intriguing, and is quite possibly one of Vancouver’s most distinctive structures being a big silver geodesic dome. It was apparently left over from Expo ’86 and is now a very hands on and child friendly museum, if you don’t mind embarrassing yourself somewhat it can also be an adult friendly museum… After playing on the stretch and reach machine I learned that I am decidedly more bendy than the average 29.2 (ok- that is 31) year old women. I was very proud of myself for being able to reach 48 cm rather than the standard 33cm, and I had no warm up and practice time first! I have to say, men only have a disappointing average of 25cm- really guys!?!?!?
The science museum does have five galleries and loads of things to play with, the teacher in me found it a little too gimmicky and not learning focused enough, or at least not directed enough. I would have liked a little more explanation on some of the exhibits, and maybe a little less interactivity on the “Where do we come from?” gallery. I really can’t get my head around the video game sperm that was killed by not swimming fast enough through the acid patch… it just seems wrong somehow, although I’m sure there is a lesson in there about speed of hand movement and use of fingers to help… finish the sentence yourself J
I did say a few weeks ago that I wouldn’t turn this into a movie review- but “Pirate Radio” rocks. I can see why some of the reviews this side of the Atlantic may have been less than enthusiastic, possibly a few too many cultural references that slid under the radar, and we did only get a cut down version, so if anyone in the UK wants to fill me in on the missing 30 minutes… I laughed far more than anyone person should- especially when half the time I was one of only a handful of people from a packed theater who found the jokes funny. Maybe that says more about me that the movie?
And this week it presented itself in the form of coyotes, and me very nearly ending up on their dinner plate. I was quite happily walking home on Friday evening, I was about 300 yards from my apartment, it was about 7:00pm, dark and I was on a road which cut through wooded area when a man stopped his car and started talking to me. Usually at this point I would be a little suspicious of the man in the car- I listened to all the “stranger danger” sessions at school, and having a bit of a sweet tooth, let’s face it, if anyone is offering me candy, I’m not going to be putting up much resistance. However, this was a very nice man and he thought he really ought to point out that there were two coyotes standing about eight foot away from me. The bit of noise he had created in his car and his lights encouraged them to disappear into the trees, but they did make a couple more passes before I reached the top of the road. Having Googled their behavior when I got home, I was delighted to find I was a little to chunky for them to actually want to eat, I knew pizza and fries had a purpose! What I think is a little more concerning is my complete lack of a survival instinct! How could I have not even realized that they were there? If I had been a cave person I would have been sabre tooth tiger food before I even knew I was in trouble- I think it is safe to say I was descended from the sit by the fire and check out my pointy shoe wearing tribe rather than the actually do something useful tribe.
The magic ski pants did get another outing this week, relatively short due to high gusting winds, not so much skiing as being randomly blown about in any which direction. Interesting sport, but not sure it will catch on for the Olympics! However, I will try not to dwell on the ski pants too much as it is likely I will start on their many fantastic qualities and get far too carried away.
I did also manage to get out to Science World this weekend. This is one of the places I have been past every week since I arrived here and finally managed to get inside. The building has always appeared fairly intriguing, and is quite possibly one of Vancouver’s most distinctive structures being a big silver geodesic dome. It was apparently left over from Expo ’86 and is now a very hands on and child friendly museum, if you don’t mind embarrassing yourself somewhat it can also be an adult friendly museum… After playing on the stretch and reach machine I learned that I am decidedly more bendy than the average 29.2 (ok- that is 31) year old women. I was very proud of myself for being able to reach 48 cm rather than the standard 33cm, and I had no warm up and practice time first! I have to say, men only have a disappointing average of 25cm- really guys!?!?!?
The science museum does have five galleries and loads of things to play with, the teacher in me found it a little too gimmicky and not learning focused enough, or at least not directed enough. I would have liked a little more explanation on some of the exhibits, and maybe a little less interactivity on the “Where do we come from?” gallery. I really can’t get my head around the video game sperm that was killed by not swimming fast enough through the acid patch… it just seems wrong somehow, although I’m sure there is a lesson in there about speed of hand movement and use of fingers to help… finish the sentence yourself J
I did say a few weeks ago that I wouldn’t turn this into a movie review- but “Pirate Radio” rocks. I can see why some of the reviews this side of the Atlantic may have been less than enthusiastic, possibly a few too many cultural references that slid under the radar, and we did only get a cut down version, so if anyone in the UK wants to fill me in on the missing 30 minutes… I laughed far more than anyone person should- especially when half the time I was one of only a handful of people from a packed theater who found the jokes funny. Maybe that says more about me that the movie?
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