#ubc school of music

[elle-shifts]

— Introducing my main DR; STREAMER

My name is Giselle, but you can call me by my username "Sallie". I'm a 23 years old Brazilian girl who lives in Canada and I'm a Twitch Streamer who's been in the internet universe since my early teen years. My parents are Youtubers (quite famous ones in Brazil should I add) and I have decided to become a "public person" too as soon as I graduated high school. I majored Commerce on UBC (University of British Columbia) and I'm planning starting a specialization in Marketing.

I am OBSESSED with games and RPG worlds since I was really young and this obsession lead me into writing stories and drawing whatever comes into my mind. I'm also a huge fan of pop and kpop music and I'm really interessed in dancing too, which implies on me trying to learn the routine of every single comeback from my favorite groups.

As a streamer: I do it all! I like to stream whatever game or activity that comes through my mind: cooking and baking, arts, editing videos, GRWM, dancing, and games like Minecraft, Sims 4, Overwatch, House Flipper, Browser games, everything! Currently I'm streaming more Minecraft because I'm on QSMP.

#desired reality #reality shifting #law of assumption #introducing my dr #my dr #streamer dr

[nikkeisimmer]

In my legacy, River McIrish is going to not only be taking visual arts at university, but she is also a coloratura soprano in the vocal music program at UBC. Yes, I’m differing from the established canon from Sims 3 for River.

Her boyfriend (later to be husband in my legacy) is Haruo who is a lyrical tenor.

As a former baritone, myself, I used to find tenors annoying; they got all the good stuff.

So, I’ve decided that I’m going to find a list of the five arias from Handel that I love the most that River is going to perform at her recitals while she’s taking music at university. 🤣

1. 1st year -

Ritorna Oh Caro - Rodelinda

Tess Mattingly - Voices of Music recording /Video

One of the most natural interpretations of this Handel aria I’ve ever listened to. Tess pulls off the baroque style perfectly in this performance and I wish she would record more in the baroque period but she is an active singer doing opera of the Romantic period. (Puccini, Rossini, etc).

2. 2nd Year -

Oh, That I On Wings Could Rise - Theodora

A beautiful interpretation by the late Lorraine Hunt (Lieberson). This is the right pacing for an aria by a character who is being persecuted by the Roman Valens under threat of being executed for the crime of being a Christian under Roman rule. THIS is a lament, not a joyful wish.

3. 3rd Year -

Credete Al Mio Dolore - Alcina

Natalie Dessay is one of my favorite sopranos and this interpretation is probably one of the best I’ve heard, the character of Morgana being one of the most tragic as far as I’m concerned. She is second fiddle to Alcina throughout the entire opera, dragged into this web of deception and suffers an ignominious demise as Alcina’s whole world crumbles around her. Meanwhile Morgana just ends up losing her lover whom she cheated on while doing nothing evil to warrant such a fate other than to be Alcina’s sidekick.

4. 4th Year -

Tu Del Ciel Ministro Eletto -Il Trionfo del Tempo e del Disinganno.

Natalie Dessay again with this gorgeous aria from Handel’s Il Trionfo del Tempo e del Disinganno. The ONLY interpretation I’ll listen to of this piece.

5. Graduation Recital -

Rejoice Greatly, O Daughter of Zion - Messiah

Lynne Dawson’s interpretation of this famous air from the Messiah is one of the best I’ve heard, quiet but she hits all those rapid notes dead on. She doesn’t go into the vocal gymnastics of Kathleen Battle in the second round of the da capo aria but her interpretation and cadenza is clean.

Bonus: duet with Haruo for her graduation recital -

Air: Streams of Pleasure Ever Flowing/Duet: Thither Let Our Hearts Inspire

Lorraine Hunt (Lieberson) again with Drew Minter (countertenor)

So these are the arias and airs I’m going to have River do while she’s at university. The duet, Haruo would have to sing completely in falsetto as a tenor. He doesn’t have the chest voice and power of a true countertenor. 🤣

What River thinks of her audition piece to get into the UBC School of Music. 🤣

#Youtube #Georg Frideric Handel #sims 3 #ts3 #river mcirish #sims 3 storytelling #river and haruo #haruo chikamori #sims 3 legacy #The Chikamori Legacy

[ofwrxth]

BASICS

Name: Elise Rueng

Age & Birthday: 28 years old, August 23th

Gender/Pronouns: Cis woman she/her

Species: Air Witch

Birthplace: NYC, New York

Industry: Media

Positive Personality Traits: conscientious, curious, dedicated

Negative Personality Traits: particular, restless, strong-willed

ABOUT

Elise was raised with her younger sister, Elise, by a hardworking, loving father, Sunil. She doesn't remember her mom much, only that one day she'd been there, and the next she'd gone. It's a blank space in her memory she's never been able to fill, but their father made sure to fill their home with plenty of love and care despite it. As the oldest daughter, Elise took it upon herself to help at home, and with her sister. Despite being just over a year apart, she was helping how she could. Making sure she and Bunny got to school on time. Helping her sister with her homework. She knew that their dad had plenty of stresses in his life and encouraged herself to help too.

Growing up in the city meant that there were numerous opportunities to explore diverse interests. But the one that always caught Elise's heart was music. And rather than going to a fancy school for cello lessons, Elise did her research, pursuing a retired faculty member from Juilliard for lessons. At first, she'd refused, but Elise was more persistent and strong-willed than she seemed, determined to prove herself a worthy student. Eventually, Renee Finchley gave in, becoming her teacher from the time she was twelve. And when her dad and Bunny surprised her with a cello of her own for her sixteenth birthday, she knew she'd do anything to become the best at what she did. Eventually, she got into Juilliard and eventually joined the The New York Philharmonic.

About two years ago, their dad began dating someone seriously. Elise was more so happy for him considering his focus had always been on her and Bunny. Professionally, he'd worked in media and a series of promotions that left him as one of the head set designers for UBC which is how he met their now step-mother. The past eight months have been a transition since they got married, with new step siblings to contend with who don't seem particularly keen on having new sisters.

She's heard them mention money grabbing or gold diggers and it grates at her, mostly on her father's behalf. Because she just wants him to be happy. And her sister too. Though Bunny's making the most of her newfound connections, which Elise can't fault her for. Overall, things are settling a bit, but Elise has heard talk of The Syndicate within the new circles she's been introduced too, and she can't help but feel like their family has gotten involved with something much bigger than themselves.

#syndicate intro. #elise intro. #elise.

[creativemorningsvancouver]

The global theme for September is ‘simplicity’ and we are honoured to host a renowned mathematician and award-winning UBC professor, Fok-Shuen Leung.

Dr Leung is a faculty member in the Mathematics Department at the University of British Columbia, where he is Undergraduate Chair and Professor of Teaching. He obtained his doctoral degree in Mathematics from the University of Oxford. He is a winner of the Canadian Mathematics Society Excellence in Teaching Award, the Pacific Institute for the Mathematical Sciences Education Prize, and two-time winner of the Killam Teaching Prize.

Every month we like to ask our speakers a handful of probing questions to give us a deeper glimpse into their life and relationship with creativity:

How do you define creativity and apply it in your life and career? Math reveals that complicated things are simple; and just as often, that simple things are complicated. Planets tethered to the sun by gravity, and hurtling, spinning, along their elliptical tracks – just calculus. On the other hand, addition – 1+1=2 – is really an example of a group action, and *that gets thorny quickly. In that light, creativity might be the ability to see things differently. Sometimes it helps to see that the Pieta is just a rock, and sometimes it helps to look at a rock and see that there’s an uncarved Pieta hidden inside.*

Where do you find your best creative inspiration or energy? The best moments turn out to be the moments in between. Say I have 45 minutes to think about math in my office at noon, and an hour to talk about math at a seminar across campus at 1:00. Creative things happen most often on the walk from one to the other.

What’s one piece of creative advice or a tip you wish you’d known as a young person? It takes practice! I like what Robert Hughes wrote about foundations: that “The philosophical beauty of Mondrian’s squares and grids begins with the empirical beauty of his apple trees.” When I started really getting into math, my view of the subject was pretty romantic. I was an undergrad, so this may have been appropriate and inevitable. But I could have used a bit more sense with my sensibility.

Who (living or dead) would you most enjoy hearing speak at CreativeMornings? Hildegard von Bingen. It seems like she had something interesting to say about everything. I think there’s a good chance she would have accepted. And she could have provided the musical prelude, too.

What are you reading these days? “Pachinko” by Min Jin Lee and “Vesper Flights” by Helen Macdonald. Really beautiful reads by authors who clearly like the sounds of words.

How does your life and career compare to what you envisioned for your future when you were a sixth grader? When I was in sixth grade, I put on a heavily edited production of Macbeth for my school (no witches, no real tragedy, mainly just sword-fighting), and sold drawings to my classmates for snack money. Now, part of my job is to make accessible the great works of mathematics, and to write about math for snack money. So not much has changed.

What are you proudest of in your life? I’m pretty proud of my kid. :)

[abroadeducation]

Best Global Universities in Canada for Indian Students

Introduction

Canada is a beautiful country with a lot to offer its citizens and visitors alike. However, if you're thinking of studying abroad in Canada, you might be wondering which universities are the best in this country.

University of Toronto

The University of Toronto has a total enrollment in excess of 51,000 students and boasts an alumni network that numbers more than 200,000 graduates worldwide. It is one of the best universities in Toronto.

Undergraduate degree programs are offered through the Faculty of Arts & Science, while professional degree programs are available from its three other faculties: Engineering; Applied Science & Engineering; Health Sciences. Music is also offered as a program at UBC.

Dalhousie University

Established in 1818 by Lieutenant Governor of Nova Scotia Sir James Kempt, Dalhousie University is a public research university located in Halifax.

It operates four campuses: the main campus in Halifax and three others throughout the province--in Windsor for an undergraduate business program; Saint John for engineering and computer science programs; and Truro where law students can complete their studies.

University of British Columbia (UBC)

Located in Vancouver, UBC is one of the most popular universities in Canada and has a wide range of programs and courses. The university has been ranked as one of the best global universities by QS World University Rankings 2019. It's also one of Canada's top research institutions, with over $1 billion invested annually in research projects. With over 60% of its students coming from outside Canada, UBC attracts many international students each year who want to study at this prestigious institution.

The University of Alberta (U of A)

The University of Alberta is a large, research-intensive school. It was founded by Alexander Cameron Rutherford in 1908, making it the first Canadian institution to be run autonomously from government funding. The university is a member of the U15 Universities Group and an affiliate member of the Association of Commonwealth Universities; it also maintains a historic partnership with McGill University as well as with Queen's University through its membership in the International Association for Management Education (IAMED).

McGill University

McGill University is one of Canada’s leading research universities and the largest in Quebec. Established by royal charter granted by King George IV of the United Kingdom, it opened its doors in 1821 to 45 students and nine professors.

The University is named for James McGill, a Montreal merchant originally from Scotland. His bequest in 1813 formed the beginning of its endowment. The school has two campuses: Downtown Campus (1850) and Macdonald Campus (1937).

Queen's University

Queen's University is a world-class university located in Kingston, Ontario. It has a large international student population and offers top-notch programs in the fields of business, engineering, health sciences and arts & humanities.

The campus is beautiful with green spaces all around it with buildings that are well maintained by the staff. The buildings are also very modern with modern facilities inside them as well.

Queen's University has a strong reputation for academic excellence; it was ranked among the top 100 universities worldwide by Times Higher Education World University Rankings 2018 (101st).

Concordia University

Concordia University is a public comprehensive university in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. The university is in the process of becoming a member of Universitas 21, an international association of research-intensive universities.

Concordia was established in 1974 after the merger of Loyola College (est. 1911) and Sir George Williams University (est. 1873). The university has two campuses: its main campus being set on Mont Royal in downtown Montreal, with another campus located in Outremont; it also operates several satellite campuses across Quebec including Moncton and Halifax.

(Read more: A complete guide to Study in Canada After 12th)

Simon Fraser University (SFU)

Simon Fraser University (SFU) is a public research university located in Burnaby, British Columbia. By focusing on local needs and by blending academic expertise with real-world applications, SFU projects respond to the community's problems effectively.

The University aims to be one of Canada's top five research universities by 2020.

Simon Fraser University was founded in 1966, following the release of a government report entitled "Higher Education in British Columbia." The university grew from its roots as an affiliated college of UBC.

Canada is a great place with much to see and do.

Canada has a lot of universities and colleges that offer international students a great education, and there are many international students who come from all over the world to study in Canada.

Canada is one of the best countries in the world for higher education because it's safe, affordable and has excellent quality standards when it comes to teaching staffs and facilities available at these universities.

Conclusion

To sum up, Canada is a great place to study abroad. The country offers quality education at affordable prices and has some of the best universities in the world. If you want to study abroad but don't know where to go then choose Canada as your destination. You must understand the Education System in Canada for International Students.

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#study abroad #Best Global Universities in Canada #World-class Universities in Canada #World Top Universities in Canada

[averycanadianfilm]

4AM@McDonald's

Fun time, summertime It's the 4am mayhem it's the 4am mayhem it's the 4am mayhem the after bar rush the after midnight crush mayhem at McDonald's the irish whirlwind is truly phenomenal sverige är bra shouted a local swedish visitor drunken delirium stokes the mayhem just another late night in vancouver met a med student from st. andrew but actually knew her from SMUS a posh high school inna gordon head Victoria since I last saw her, been to the red hills of jamaica an the grand beaches of grenada conversed like old acquaintances chance meetings just coincidences just random instances or deeper synchronicities cause shit like that frequently happens to me in each and every city just a part of this life's journey synchronicity sublime connectivity chance encounters on the trans canada bus a faraway gal says her i must trust a transatlantic mystery an example of amazing synastry of these things i have no rational explanation an what do they have to do with exudate formation or leukocyte margination and migration do they influence normal microcirculation flow cause this is what the studious pre-med students want to know as they stress over their MCAT score while at the next table lit enthusiats mull over african folklore an some south asians wonder what's borsht at the same time an indian woman wants to trade in her brother's hand-me-down porsche some dudes lusting over a hot mercedes which turns out to be a lady at the bar, who flashed them her hot pink panties life is like this only an some african students chat about being home-sick and lonely I go where the road takes me on this life's journey back an forth across this vast country fun time, summertime it's the 4am mayhem it's the 4am mayhem it's the 4am mayhem all over Vancouver the summer irish invasion is famous some say notorious just ask the driver of the N17 UBC night bus those irish kids are boisterous to say the least every night seems like some celebratory feast from the land of joyce so many have such a strong voice known plenty of great irish men including William Rowan Hamilton bet you've never heard-a him one of the greatest men from ireland don't know if there are any sons of republicans many hail from dublin an will casually walk into a fucking cafe, with a pitcher full of guinness their rowdy behaviour tests some canadian's notions of politeness they party like they're at temple bar or a porter house bar star so said Sara and Olivia, two Dublin locals about the dublin party scene they were quite vocal dance like they're at dandelion, tripod or the palace so said this hot irish lass in dublin the clubs close at 3 then a stop at micky ds roll home by half-4 sleep an get ready to party some more fun time, summertime it's the 4am mayhem it's the 4am mayhem it's the 4am mayhem the McDonald's after party hub point grey locals coming from the media or railway club or perhaps the campus pub or coming home from gastown or some other establishment downtown or after a beach party at McDonald's they continue their revelry cause after all a that partying, them hungry sit down and swap stories and some tell lies over a big mac and fries sometimes the place gets too loud, lewd, and rowdy an the fillipino manager has to call the RCMP taxis pull up an give partiers a safe ride toot toot beep beep i'm thinking i need some fucking sleep lovers at the corner table want to get home in a hurry after quickly slurping down their McFlurries fun time, summertime it's the 4am mayhem it's the 4am mayhem it's the 4am mayhem an I sit at the table and write about them.

words and music by Hubert Hugh Burke (~2013)

haha...I forgot about this song. :-)

#lyrics #Hubert Hugh Burke #AveryCanadianFilm

[yegarts]

“I Am YEG Arts” Series: Ian Crutchley

Potential. Some people see it in everything. If you’re Ian Crutchly, you also hear it, feel it, and can’t wait to share it—which is exactly what he does. Whether he’s composing, performing, collaborating, or teaching, his end goal is always the same: to share what you can with each other. To Crutchley, that same sentiment informs a lot of what goes on in the arts here—a community he describes as a network of deeply caring and collaborative relationships—with a future he can’t wait to see.

Composer, educator, and Artistic Director with New Music Edmonton, this week’s “I Am YEG Arts” story belongs to Ian Crutchley.

Tell us about your connection to Edmonton and what keeps you living and working here.

I moved to Edmonton in 2009, along with my spouse, flutist Chenoa Anderson. She grew up out here, so, for one of us this already was home, but now I also consider it home! Top reason to stay here: the arts scene! This is a place where folks in any experimental arts discipline can find opportunities to present their own work, and also to work with others. Somehow, when you move here, those already here just seem to find you. And underlying all this is the great support we enjoy by way of public funding.

How did you get your start as a composer/performer? Was it always Plan A?

Like many, I started by playing in elementary school band class. Some things you can only see in retrospect: looking back, I can see that right away music was at least a little bit more important to me than it was to most of my friends. And while many of them dropped music over the years of high school, I kept going and, with the encouragement of my parents, decided to go on to college and university. It was there that I first found out what a composer was and immediately decided it was the right thing for me. By a weird quirk of the curriculum in the B.Mus. prep program I was in, I was actually assigned to write a 12-tone piece in my first year, and that hooked me for good. Also, I can see now that I had a long fascination (predating band class) of finding ways to make instruments (and other things) make cool sounds, and enjoyed rock music that was basically chaotic and noisy.

Tell us a little about your role with New Music Edmonton (NME) and what makes it special to you and the city.

My official title is Artistic Director, and I am basically the one in charge of supervising what artistic content we present. While some decisions are entirely my own, we do most of our programming in a collaborative way, with team-juried open calls. We also invite individuals who are not directly involved in the organization to curate events.

What makes NME special to me is seeing how, thanks to enormous amounts of community input, it has evolved from a club for classical composers into a bona fide hub for pretty much any creative practices involving sound as a medium. What makes NME special to the city? To be honest, I think it is that we remain unique in being the only publicly funded organization whose sole purpose is to support the practices we do and to offer professional presentations of new work by local and visiting artists.

Tell us about someone whose support and advice have guided your career.

Oh wow! That’s a big question. I feel like the mentorship from which I have benefited is really an assemblage of large and small things that have come from different people over the several decades since I first started studying music. My family’s unconditional support has been vital, as have been the bits of advice and situations I have found myself in as a result of my teachers’ guidance, suggestions and interventions. I have also learned tons from my students. At the heart of it all, for decades, I have been blessed with incredible support and sage advice from Chenoa, my partner in life and art since we met at UBC.

What does community mean to you, and where do you find it?

It’s somewhat epitomized by the very young person who, accompanied by a parent, went door-to-door in our neighbourhood early in the pandemic, leaving a note letting anyone know that if they needed anything at all, they could call and this brilliant human would be there for them. Amazing, and inspirational! The words caring and sharing also come to mind, along with an obligation to act, when we can, to ensure others are okay and getting the help they need. We can’t be a community unless we care about everyone in it and share what we can with each other. I think this idea informs a lot of what goes on in the arts here—there is an amazing network of creative, collaborative, and deeply caring relationships underlying it all, within and across disciplines.

What is the creative process like for you? Where/how do you usually begin?

Like many, notebooks are the core of my work. If I am writing a new composition, it begins with trying to either verbalize in writing or represent graphically what will happen. My notebooks, worked on in cafes, libraries, airplanes, and even bars, are mostly full of multi-coloured words, numbers, and drawings. My way of working is focused on setting up a process, unique to each work, of which any finished work will merely be one example of what that process might produce.

What qualities overlap in being a composer and a performer. How have you grown most in each role?

Since my performance activities are improvisatory, constant invention is a must—yet that kind of invention is crucial to composing, too. In improv, it is the (nearly) instantaneous generation of a sound or sounds in response to a unique performance context. In composition, the invention has more to do with inventing new ways of composing via unique, stable processes that underlie a new piece.

I’m not totally sure I can say I have grown as an artist—part of being an artist, for me, is about the sense of play, even when it is serious. Maybe I am better at playing now! Hmmm… I think one way things have changed is that decisions happen more quickly, and that might be one way in which, as my “second practice,” improv has informed my compositional work. I owe a lot of that to numerous dancers in Edmonton, who have generously allowed me to grow as an improviser in the context of their workshops and finished works.

As a composer, though, I am also at a real crossroads with what I am doing—the concepts are really at odds with what I prioritized in the past. I am very happy with that and allowing myself, through slow development and experimentation, to find a way of concretizing what it is I am imagining.

What are you looking forward to most this winter in Edmonton?

I actually like the winters here and am even a winter cyclist! Personally—and I know not everyone is like this—I feel way more creative in the colder months. That has always been the case. I was also really excited to make a return to teaching this fall, at Concordia University of Edmonton. I’ve been away from teaching for a few years but have really been inspired by getting back in the classroom with a great group of students!

I think one of the other reasons I enjoy the colder months is that they tend to be the time when most arts organizations launch their seasons. Whether online or in person, I’m looking forward to all sorts of great things from local and visiting artists, and to the inspiring performances and community activities that everyone’s been cooking up in the off-season.

What excites you most about the YEG arts scene right now?

The last three years have been very hard in so many ways, and everyone (not just artists) are really just coming to terms with what’s happened. On the other hand, emerging from this period has been some truly visionary presentation strategies, some serious commitment to long-term equity policies and structural change, and even some new venues. We’ve also seen some amazing new ideas and works from established artists, countered by lots of cool and innovative emerging artists.

Underlying it all, we’ve enjoyed fabulous support from our local and national funders. All of this suggests the potential for a lot of wonderful and surprising new work to happen in the months and years ahead. The tough times are not over, but artists here will keep working and finding ways to express the things everyone is experiencing and the times in which we are living, through all kinds of amazing practices. I’m looking forward to what’s to come!

Want more YEG Arts Stories? We’ll be sharing them here all year and on social media using the hashtag #IamYegArts. Follow along! Click here to learn more about Ian Crutchley and his work with New Music Edmonton.

About Ian Crutchley

Ian Crutchley was born in Toronto, grew up in Surrey, has lived in England and New Brunswick, and seems to have settled in Edmonton. His ongoing education in creativity and in life has been informed by phenomenal teachers, students, and a remarkable menagerie of wise, sharing, and loving people he has known at work and at play. A classical composer by training, his practice has broadened in recent years to include improvisation and performances with dancers and other artists. The sounds he uses can come from anything that he finds that seems useful, from traditional instruments to marbles and odd bits and bobs he has found in junk shops and alleyways. He has a particular fondness for transistor radios.

Ian is an educator, a founding member of the improvisation group damn magpies, and the Artistic Director of New Music Edmonton.

#yegarts #edmonton #edmontonarts #yegmusic #IamYegArts #artistfeature

[suzzannessecrets]

Ah yes, the Brandenburg concertos by Bach...one of my favourites by the composer. This is me on my way to the symphony event in our town this past weekend.

I haven't been for a number of years to something like this. When I sang in operettas and harmonic choir some years ago it was more common.

It was an excellent performance and I drank it in like a parched soul in a desert of sand. It was like smelling flowers of bright colours and muted textures, brilliant and yet moving the imagery of the landscape in my mind from buzzing bees in a colourful garden to the oceans' waves upon a cerulean blue expanse.

I am filled with it.

I was reminded of going to the symphony as a young woman when my mother had seasons' tickets the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra and she took me often, instead of my step father Chris. She was at UBC working towards her Masters' degree in nursing while I worked as a nanny for a wealthy Shaunessy couple. She owned and operated a ballet studio and he owned a fancy restaurant on Broadway. They were nice people and their two young children were sweet. The arts were a big part of their life.

It was so engaging! I loved it. I am a singer and musician, among other vocations, and have always loved classical music and especially live performances ever since.

My father taught me to play guitar at 12. But right at that time, my parents offered me a chance to play piano. I remember feeling I would catch on quickly...but refused. I prefered the company of my dad to teach me guitar, and I do think that was the better- less traveled road- for me, at the time.

I did learn in 3 months of musicianship in high school how to write a concerto. But that was yesteryear...Perhaps some other lifetime I will pursue again my love for classical music of the great ones.

Mozart.

[annapolisrose]

down the line

#uniform pillars #campus #ubc school of music #ubc #no students #vancouver #canon photography #photographers on tumblr

[pucking-insane]

Barefoot Cinderella - Quinn Hughes

Player: Quinn Hughes (VAN) Word Count: 1973 Warnings: There might be one curse word, but other than that nothing!

Every morning I wake up to find I always dream the same

Every night I come to my window when you call my name

I love the way the words you say just fall like rain

‘Til I’m drowning in the sound of your invitation

It was a widely known fact in the world of the NTDP that you and Quinn Hughes were head over heels for one another. Having met when you were just fifteen and sixteen when your parents took two of the NTDP’s players your sophomore and junior year of high school, you and Quinn had been friends for almost a year now.

The two of you just clicked. Even though you were a whole year younger than him, you got along great. And to be honest, you had a huge crush on him. All of your friends at school made fun of you for it, but you had fallen for your best friend.

You were up late one night, studying for a history test, when there was a knock on your window.

You looked up from your textbook and took out your earbuds, resting them on the desk in your room. You glanced out the window to see none other than Quinn Hughes, crouching in the tree outside your window.

“Quinn?” You asked softly as you opened your window, the cool September air blowing into your bedroom.

“Hey.” He smiled. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” You whisper-shouted. “It’s nearly midnight.”

“Just trust me.” Quinn said, extending his hand to you. “We’re going somewhere. Grab a sweatshirt.”

You obeyed reluctantly, pulling one of Quinn’s USA hockey sweatshirts you had stolen over your head. You climbed out of the window and onto the little roof that jutted out below your window, leaving it open just a crack so you could sneak back in when you got back.

“Where are we going?” You asked as the two of you shimmied down the tree, trying not to rustle the branches too much and wake your parents or billet brothers.

“You’ll see.” Quinn jumped to the ground, wiping his hands on his jeans. 

He led you in the direction of the park of your neighborhood as you walked. The September air was cool and the wind slightly rustled the trees of the neighborhood. The sky was dark, the sun having set hours ago, and clouds covered the moon.

When you ask “Do you want to dance, my barefoot Cinderella?

Don’t need no slippers or a party dress

The way you’re looking right now’s what I like the best.”

And then you’ll say “Do you want to take a chance

And stay with me forever

No one will ever be more beautiful

My barefoot, barefoot Cinderella.”

After walking for ten or so minutes, you had arrived at the neighborhood park, just as you had suspected.

“What are we doing out here?” You asked as Quinn sat down on a park bench.

“Enjoying the evening.” Quinn sighed.

“Quinn, I have a history test on Monday, it’s after midnight on a Sunday morning.” You explained.

“I know.” Quinn smiled at you, eyes twinkling. “I just wanted to spend time with my best friend.”

“Ok.” You sighed, sitting down beside Quinn, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“I remember when we first met.” Quinn said out of the blue after a few moments of silence. “You were wearing a UMich hoodie and your hair was tied in a ponytail. It was a function for all the billet families and you didn’t look too happy.”

You giggled, recalling the memory. Your family had been housing hockey boys for years, since you were two, and every year it was the same story. 

“You looked beautiful.” Quinn smiled. “And since I’ve known you, you’ve only become more stunning.”

Your jaw dropped. Did Quinn actually like you back?

“Which is why I have fallen for you.” Quinn sighed. “Why I can’t stop thinking about you. Why I’m always smiling.”

“Quinn, I-”

“And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I just needed to get that off my chest.” Quinn sighed, running his hands through his dark hair.

Instead of responding with words, you turned your head to look at Quinn and leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you. The kiss wasn’t anything to write home about. It was short and sweet, but the meaning behind it was everything.

As you pulled away, a smile tugged at your lips and your cheeks turned a lovely shade of crimson. 

“Dance with me.” Quinn smiled as he stood up and reached for your hand.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Quinn Hughes.” You giggled. 

“I know that next fall I’ll be at UMich and who knows where after that, but do you want to take a chance and be my girlfriend?” Quinn asked as you swayed.

“I would love nothing more.” You smiled.

A dream world is always perfect, but that’s not my real life

Wish you did, bu you don’t know the me I am inside

I pray that you come looking, and I won’t hide

I’ll be smiling when you find me

‘Cause I’ve been waiting

Flash forward three years to 2019. 

The past year at UMich was wonderful. You and Quinn had enjoyed being together in Ann Arbor, you going to his games, and him just being able to spend time with you before he went out to Vancouver. 

But, all good things must come to an end. 

Quinn had left for Vancouver for his first full season with the Canucks. You were stuck in Ann Arbor, 2500 miles away from the love of your life. 

And yes, the “L word” had been used since almost the beginning of your relationship with Quinn. Nobody said that the distance would be easy, and it wasn’t. But luckily, the distance wouldn’t be as big for the second semester of your sophomore year.

You had been accepted as a transfer student at the University of British Columbia, which was right in the heart of Vancouver. You honestly couldn’t have been more excited.

“Come on, Q, pick up!” You sighed as you tried to FaceTime your boyfriend.

“Hey, what’s up?” Quinn asked as the call finally connected.

“I wanted to tell you something.” You said with a smile.

“Ok?” Quinn looked confused. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

“Oh good lord no.” You laughed. “I got accepted as a transfer to UBC!”

Quinn’s lips curled up into a smile as you held up your acceptance packet so Quinn could see it. 

“I’m so happy for you!”

“So, do you need a roommate?” You giggled.

“I would love a roommate.” Quinn blushed.

In late December, you and your parents drove your stuff up to Vancouver, where you would be living with your boyfriend until the hockey season was over.

It took a long time for you, your parents, and Quinn to get all of your stuff, but once you did, the apartment looked great. It no longer looked like Quinn’s bachelor pad you had visited a few times. It looked like a home, with pictures and decor that made it feel warm. 

When you ask “Do you wanna dance, my barefoot Cinderella?

Don’t need no slippers or a party dress

The way you’re looking right now’s what I like the best.”

And then you’ll say “Do you want to take a chance

And stay with me forever?

No one will ever be more beautiful,

My barefoot, barefoot Cinderella.”

The first night you and Quinn spent together in your apartment was relatively quiet.

You needed to go to the grocery store and were lacking in food, so the two of you ordered pizza from Quinn’s favorite place. After the two of you finished your pizza and nice conversation, Quinn turned on a movie on Disney+, knowing how much you enjoyed your “High School Musical” days. 

“Take my hand, take a breath, pull me close, and take one step. Keep your eyes locked on mine and let the music be your guide.” Gabriella sang in the middle of the third movie. 

“Dance with me.” Quinn smiled as he stood up and threw off the blanket. You smiled at your boyfriend as you stood up and took his hand. “You look beautiful.”

“Beautiful? Really?” You asked as you swayed to the music of the movie. 

“The way you’re looking right now is what I like the best.” Quinn smiled. “It’s who you are on the inside.”

“Well thank you.” You smiled, leaning your head on his chest. “And for the record, I like you the best this way too.”

“I can’t believe we’re living together.” Quinn sighed. “The start of the rest of our lives.”

“Yeah.” You giggled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Quinn leaned down and pressed a soft and sweet kiss on your lips.

When I close my eyes it starts

Like a movie for my heart

Here comes my favorite part

When you ask “Do you wanna dance, my barefoot Cinderella?

Don’t need no slippers or a party dress,

You’re what I like the best.”

And then you’ll say “Do wanna take a chance,

And stay with me forever? 

No one will ever be more beautiful, Cinderella”

A few years had passed since you and Quinn had moved in together in Vancouver. You were still madly in love as when you had started dating almost five years ago.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Quinn smiled as the two of you woke up the Saturday morning of your first week of vacation in Lake Louise. 

“Hi.” You giggled.

“You ready for our day at the Lake today?” Quinn asked as he sat up in bed. “We’re going to have a photoshoot by the lake.”

“Oh fun.” You smiled before getting up and going to the bathroom.

You got dressed in a cute crop top and a pair of jean shorts, paired with your air forces. Your hair was curled in a half up half down style, with a floral scrunchie matching everything. 

“You look beautiful.” Quinn said as he sat on the bed, wearing a t-shirt, jean shorts, and a baseball cap. “No one could look more beautiful than you.”

“You don’t look half bad yourself.” You smirked. “You ready to go?”

Quinn nodded before standing up and taking your hand in his.

You met the photographer by the lake. The view was absolutely stunning. The water was a gorgeous teal and the mountains made the perfect backdrop.

You and Quinn took some cute photos standing on the shoreline before the photographer let the two of you come up with your own photos.

You had lost your shoes a little while ago, just letting your feet sit bare. 

“Dance with me, barefoot Cinderella.” Quinn said with a wide smile. 

You swayed back and forth to the music in your hearts.

“I love you, you know that right?” Quinn asked.

“You tell me all the time.” You smiled up at your boyfriend. You could close your eyes and see him as the fifteen year old you met at the billet event, as a high school graduate in his cap and gown, as the seventh overall pick in his draft day suit. Events you were there with him as his girlfriend. 

“Which is why,” Quinn pulled away from the slow dance, dipping to one knee and pulling a ring box out of his pocket. “I wanted to know if you’d take a chance and stay with me forever. If you’d make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” You cried, tears streaming down your face. “Yes I’ll marry you.”

“I love you.”

“To the moon and back.”

Quinn slipped the ring on your finger before standing up to kiss you. The love of your life. Your fiancé.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #vancouver canucks #quinny #hockey #Hockey Players #hockey imagines

[nikkeisimmer]

Excerpt: The Chikamori Selfacy

Chapter 13: The University Years: Years One and Two

After that solemn occasion it was Christmas and as such the festive occasion had a countdown to the festivities. Once Remembrance Day had turned the corner and was barely out of sight the shopping malls started cranking up their festive tunes and most everybody was assailed by the constant bombardment of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and other popular Festive Favorites such as Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer. Those reindeer things are dangerous.

And on the classical side, like death and taxes, you could be sure that choirs everywhere were tuning up their lungs for the 5,475,382nd performance of the ubiquitous Georg Frideric Handel’s penultimate choral work: the oratorio: Messiah along with its constantly exhorted bellicose number performed solo or alongside its oratorio, the chorus within called Hallelujah. (Author’s note: the Author has had the opportunity to perform that quite often when he was going through music school in Douglas College during the late 80s and early 90s) If only some choirs would turn on occasion to Johann Sebastian Bach’s festive vocal work, The Christmas Oratorio (perhaps the author would ironically and somewhat perversely exclaim… “Hallelujah!”).

But all musical aspersions aside. The festive occasion called Christmas was for celebrating friendship, love and closeness of family and for those who were religious in the faith celebrating the birth of their Saviour. Haruo and River weren’t particularly religious so for them Christmas was fun.

Rarely in BC does snow fall before Christmas so for most Christmases, BC had mostly green but evidently a polar inversion had developed and had unseasonably plunged Vancouver and by connection UBC into a deep-freeze dropping six to twelve inches of snow or 15-30cm (metric), leaving UBC students who had to take the bus or Skytrain stranded and those who lived on or near campus having to trudge their way to class on foot through nice little drifts of snow that inadvertently found their way into one’s shoes and made their socks soppingly wet.

So two weeks before Christmas, Haruo, River and the rest of their family knew they were going to have a White Christmas. With snow falling every day the accumulations were mounting up. The hills were treacherous and slips and falls were numerous.

Unfortunately some classes ended up getting cancelled for the day so Haruo and River decided that they would skip class and study hard at home instead of sliding in wet cold boots all the way up the slope to Point Grey and UBC. They would actually get more work done staying put and working ahead in their studies. What was even more surprising was that hockey practice was cancelled.

“When we’re done studying?” River looked over at Haruo. “Can we…” she paused meaningfully.

Haruo looked at her with a questioning look as River batted her eyelashes. “Can we what?” He asked.

“…um…” she stroked his arm, “y’know…”

Haruo’s right eyebrow began a journey towards his hairline. “Yeah…” his lips curled in a slow grin.

“Oh great…we’ll trim the tree and put out the Christmas decorations…”.

“And after that?” Haruo asked.

“We gotta string the outdoor Christmas lights on the house.”

“…and after that?”

“We have to go and get groceries for our family…we need to make some turkey and stuffing and all that good stuff…” she trailed off; a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

“…and…”.

“…and then…if you’ve been a good boy through all that…” River was just reveling in her fiancé being kept in eager anticipation so she paused for a long moment. “…we can go get a Starbucks eggnog frapp”. *zing*

“Oh yum. “ he curled his arm around River’s waist and kissed her deeply, passionately, projecting what he really wanted.

Her response was her green eyes dilating somewhat. “To heck with it…” River said breathlessly, “Studying can wait!”

Two hours later

Considerably more relaxed, River sighed and settled herself down at the kitchen table to study. Meanwhile Haruo stayed upstairs to study with the help of listening to Domenico Scarlatti.

**********************************

When I replace my computer and reinstall everything including my hard-drives and all its contents, I will definitely have a ton of playing to move the story-line ahead and to add images.

#sims 3 #sims 3 gameplay #river mcirish #ts3 #sims 3 storytelling #the chikamori selfacy #river and haruo #sims 3 legacy #bebe hart #sims 3 screenshots

[figuringouthowtobehere]

lol im on hold with mcgill’s servicepoint to ask them a thousand questions about applying for philosophy and then physics and then prob engineering as well and the hold music is some classical music and theres a bunch of stuff in quebecois french and its so straaaaange and like do i really wanna live in quebec? NO. will i get in to MIT or NYU or UBC? unlikely. and then even if i DID get in to MIT or NYU that would be a whole OTHER set of hoops and like. should i actually get a BA in physics??? like every prof just goes a million miles an hour and doesnt actually have *time* 2 teach u stuff until u get to graduate school sooooooooooo yep well we’ll see how this goes

[creativemorningsvancouver]

Join us for June’s global theme is ‘WILDERNESS’. We’re grateful to be able to feature artistic director, playwright, 
author, performer, and educator Marcus Youssef.

Register

You might know Youssef as a regular contributor of drama, commentary, and documentary to numerous programs on CBC. Or maybe for his many contributions to Vancouver Magazine, Georgia Straight, Rice Paper, or This Magazine. For many years, Youssef has also dedicated himself to numerous community-based advocacy programs that aim at using writing and/or theatre as a tool for procuring political and social change.

Youssef’s fifteen or so plays have been produced in a dozen languages in in twenty countries across North America, Europe and Asia, from Seattle to New York to Reykjavik, London, Venice, Hong Kong, Vienna, Athens, Frankfurt and Berlin. He is the recipient of Canada’s largest theatre award, the $100,000 Siminovitch Prize for Theatre, for his body of work as a playwright, as well as Berlin, Germany’s Ikarus Prize, the Vancouver Mayor’s Arts Award, the Rio Tinto Alcan Performing Arts Award, the Chalmers’ Canadian Play Award, the Seattle Times Footlight award, the Vancouver Critics’ Innovation award (three times) and the Canada Council Staunch-Lynton Award. Marcus co-founded the artist-run production hub Progress Lab 1422 and was the inaugural chair of Vancouver’s Arts and Culture Advisory Committee. Marcus teaches regularly at the National Theatre School of Canada and Studio 58, implemented Canada’s first multi-institutional Bachelor of Performing Arts Degree, at Capilano University, and served as an Assistant Professor at Montreal’s Concordia University. He is currently International Artistic Associate at Farnham Maltings in the UK, Playwright in Residence at Toronto’s Tarragon Theatre, and Artistic Associate at Neworld Theatre in Vancouver, which he led from 2005-2019. Marcus has an MFA in Creative Writing from UBC and graduated from the National Theatre School about a million years ago.

We are excited to present a live performance by none other than singer-songwriter, keyboardist and tenor guitar player Veda Hille.

🎵Veda Hille is a Vancouver musician, composer, theatre maker, and performer. She writes songs, makes records, co-writes musicals, collaborates in devised theatre, and fulfills other interesting assignments as they arise. Veda performs in a wide of array of places, alone or with bands, ensembles, symphonies, and casts. Her career spans 30 years of working in Canada and abroad, and shows no sign of flagging.🎵

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#cmvan #creativemornings #vancouver #community #creative #wilderness

[something-in-the-seas]

I don't know why but your AU gives me Anastasia vibes for some reason. Instead of Once Upon a December it's a Once Upon a September.

Anastasia, specifically Once Upon a December, actually has some importance in the AU because not only is Anastasia Eloise’s favorite movie, but the melancholy of Once Upon a December fits the cast.

It’s been 23 years since Raccoon City and Jill was 23 when it happened. It’s literally been a lifetime for her. We’re closer to 2030 than 1998, there are adults born after Raccoon City that are starting their lives, treating it like a historical event, with every passing anniversary just becoming like any other day. 100,000 people lost their lives, but still, life just goes on. But, it’s still just as painful for the survivors and loved ones who lose their homes, their jobs, their families, their friends, their sense of safety.

Jill and Chris are both now older than Kenneth, who was the oldest STARS member at 45. They wonder what they’d all be doing right now, mourning how much they’ve missed, how unfair it was that they were killed so young. How Wesker betrayed them, how their families love and miss them. They left parents, grand-parents, wives, girlfriends, siblings, nieces and nephews, children behind. Richard’s daughter who he never even knew, Elizabeth, is just a year younger than he was when he died.

Chris used to be genuinely happy once. He used to not have a care in the world with Forest and Joseph. Seeing how solemn he’s become, it’s sad to see how Wesker and Umbrella have ruined his life. As they all get older and their memories fade a bit, little details like Joseph’s magic tricks, the smell of Forest’s hair products, Richard’s music, it blurs.

Carlos would apparently be a year younger than Mikhail. He’s old enough now to recall the UBCS as “good kids” and understand what Mikhail went through. He mourns Tyrell, who quickly became his best friend for the brief time they knew each other, and he reminiscences on the good times. He wonders what they’d all be doing had they lived, and regrets not being able to shoot Nikolai right there and then when he had the chance.

Sofie and her class perform it at the school’s winter recital and the entire time Carlos, Jill, and Chris are remininscing their youth, STARS and the UBCS, their lost friends and family, the 100,000 people who died, and how those good old days are gone with Raccoon City. Also, there’s something so much more depressing about a children’s choir singing it.

So, the song has a figurative meaning with characters like Jill and Chris, and a more literal meaning with Brad, who has these small memories of STARS and Raccoon City, as well as jumbled, false memories put in by Alex. He doesn’t know what this place was or who these people were to him. Just that he feels nostalgic and happy and sad and angry yet also good to think about them. They’re important to him, he just doesn’t know why.

#resident evil #ws au #chris redfield #jill valentine #carlos oliveira #brad vickers #sofie oliveira #mikhail victor #tyrell patrick #richard aiken #eloise wesker

[hopefullypassingphysics]

Introduction post.

Hi, I’m Ed! 🌲🌲☕️🌌🌧

I’m making this blog in the hopes of keeping myself on track and improving my studying methods and habits because I am an a-class procrastinator, get overwhelmed about homework really easily and very often fall into avoidance patterns! So hopefully this will help me cope with that!

Goals for the year:

To pass physics!! And maybe even to enjoy it and persue it further next year! >:)

To develop better study habits

To maybe make some new friends? 👀

Fast facts about me:

16 years old, he/him, grade 11

Libra

INTP

Ravenclaw/griffindor

Huge nerd

Definitely not one of those people that can Not Study™️ and still do well- hense this account

I love avoiding my work by making memes and aesthetics and the like

I’m in my school’s Model UN group

I’m a giant english nerd

Canadian

I’m super shy and unless I’m purposefully going out of my comfort zone I probably won’t talk to you unless you talk to me first 😳

Things I’d like to take up/learn about:

Cinematography/film analysis/short film creation

Poetry/writing

Song writing

Composing (orchestra) music

Screen writing

Russian language

Niche history things

Art, music and theatre/film history

Mythology and ancient civilizations

Asian & European history

Classes I’m taking this year:

Physics 20

Chem 20

English 20 & 25 (pre-AP)

Social studies 35 (AP)

Social studies 20

Media design 10 (entry level)

Drama 20

Strings 10 (entry level)

What I want to do with my life later:

I think I’d like to persue a degree in either english, poly-sci, law, marine biology, philosophy, economics, drama, art/animation, law enforcement/criminology, psychology, anthropology, archaeology or environmental science. As I’m sure you can tell, I’m not very decided yet. I might go to either UBC, UVic, UofA or UofC.

Favourite studyblrs:

@myattemptatbeingastudyblr, @studyingain, @kjestine-studies, @paper-chase, @studybroe, @study-fox, @study-van, @bienstudies, @frnech, @milkywaychronicles, @studyquill, @whiledrivingintherain, @juliesdesk, @cafestudying and @ellisstudies

Anyways, sorry for the long post, see you guys around!

#possible content is just photography my school notes (both physical and digital) lots of oversharing and maybe some bujo/poetry/journaling #if I get around to it #studyblr #studyinspo #also I might post some music related things... songs compositions things im working on in violin class etc. #introduction post #also im highkey very nervous posting this... its sat in my drafts for like over a month now lol

[scapegrace74-blog]

The year was 2003.  In the past eighteen months, I had, in no particular order: worked thirty-six hour shifts on a massive debt restructuring deal; been invited to apply to law school; applied to law school; been rejected by every law school I applied to; had something approaching a nervous breakdown; broken up with my on-again-off-again boyfriend; gone entire weekends without seeing another person except the Domino’s delivery man (hi Faisal!); taken a six month unpaid leave from work; backpacked alone around Australia and Asia; car-camped down the Pacific Coastal Highway; hiked and mountain biked across the desert states; and returned, broke and cowed, to my job in Toronto.   All was not well.

There was a guy (there was usually a guy - I don’t tip into emotional Armageddon without a little shove).  Let’s say his name was Loop.  We could not have been more similar.  Both approaching thirty with nothing tangible to show for it.  Both closet introverts in love with danger and obscure music.  Both cynical and adventurous and liable to drop everything to read the latest issue of Dwell.  We also couldn’t have been more different, and it was a doomed story from the get-go.

I got it in my head that life would right itself if I only moved home to Vancouver.  Something about the ocean grabbing the heavy green skirt of the North Shore mountains puts the needle back in the groove for me.  I suspect this will always be so.   It also didn’t hurt that Loop was living in Calgary at the time.  Canada has a program where you can draw down from your retirement savings without financial penalty if you use that money to further your education, so I cashed in my RRSPs and headed west to UBC.  The vague idea was that I’d retrain for a career more to my liking (Urban Design) and, in a pinch, use those grades to re-apply to law school.

I was scheduled to leave Toronto at Christmas and start UBC in January.  Weeks passed and I made no effort to wrap up my life in Ontario.  I was thrilled to be leaving, but any efforts to make it happen froze me cold.  I stopped eating.  Spent countless hours obsessing about Loop.  Surfed the Internet looking at pictures of Vancouver and reading The Georgia Strait and Douglas Coupland.  Terrified of the enormous solitude inside of me, I started sleeping on the couches and spare beds of friends’ apartments.

Loop was the one to point out the obvious  I was hyper-fixating.  On him.  On Vancouver.   On anything that would take my mind off the monumental shift I was trying to make in my life.  It was easier to lose myself in the pixels rather than brave the big picture.

For the first time in my adult life, I asked my parents for help.  My mother flew to Toronto, and over the course of one weekend we packed up my apartment.  I must have spent that Christmas with my family, but I have no recollection of the holiday.  I do clearly remember, though, my first night alone in Vancouver, lying on the floor of the split-level house I’d rented from a coworker, my back propped against the wall.  My furniture hadn’t arrived from Toronto, so I had a sleeping bag spread out across the hardwood.  I couldn’t stop crying. 

Don’t worry, dear reader.  It all turned out fine.  I found a decent therapist.  Figured out where all the self-inflicted harm and romantic lifeboat-manning was coming from.  Cleansed the hyper-fixations from my life, Loop included.  Deliberately single, one day just before I turned thirty, I crossed paths with a French Canadian man from Ottawa.  But that’s another story.

This whole story came back to me this past week as I contemplated another major life shift and once again found myself deep in the thrall of a hyper-fixation that followed me around like a friendly shadow.  

I think sometimes it’s easier to visualize imaginary ropes surrounding you, even if you’re really free-climbing through life.  And that’s fine, so long as you don’t need those ropes to secure your ascent.

The soundtrack to this era is Gomez, a band from the same town in northern England as Loop.  That guy had great taste in music.

#memoire