During training for staff of Vision 2020  , a few of us sat around the picnic table waiting for the next session – a girl named Orca (our earth names…oh yeah, I have an earth name too, its Springbok) wished there were Nap rooms in airports between flights – and it led into a few interesting thoughts:

•    Naps are very crucial to increasing productivity
•    There should be designated napping zones: especially in dense urban areas, airports and the workplace
•    There should be campaigns against napping stigma. Too often napping is frowned upon as laziness. Nap haters usually have a lot of traumatic childhood experiences.
•    Nap Zones could offer a variety of napping areas: tropical island with hammocks in one room, pillow rooms, inflatable couches, blanket hotel and perhaps for dense rooms, comfy “morgue like” cabinets, where you could just lay down and be shuffled horizontally into a dark quiet cabinet for a quicky.
•    You could have a membership, it could be like a parking space, filling up with quarters. There could be extra privileges available like having someone who is in charge of waking you up, or even rocking you to sleep, or possibly humming you poetry or reading you the dictionary to sleep. What a job!
•    Ex: “I’ll have the tropical island beach theme room, tranquility bird music for 30 minutes, oh and could I have a Rocker on the hammock for the first 5 minutes whispering positive affirmations, something about how everythings gonna be ok. Yes? Wake up to Simon and Garfunkel, thank you”

Now a major point of discussion were the challenges with this situation. Could you nap with a friend? A partner? A group nap? This led into some tricky situations. To avoid scandals upon scandals, we thought of cameras watching the nap spaces. But, who wants a camera watching when your napping, creep. Who would clean the rooms, would you even want a napping area where you were unsure of what had just happened with that pillow, gross. Hrm, how to resolve this, I am unsure.

Two months later I sat at a table at the ALIA institute with a couple interesting folks – Anthony and Caroline, and we spoke about napping and blogging life and I went off on a rant du jour about Napping Business. I told Anthony, who is mr. social network, that I had a blog, but hadn’t updated it in months. He gave me a very logical step by step argument on how I was ruining my life by not blogging. Still unconvinced I went on my jolly day. On the last day he spoke again about social networking and the untold glory of Google Wave, goooooogle it…funny? No. I told him I just didn’t think anyone was paying attention or I didn’t think my thoughts were too interesting now that I wasn’t a world traveler, but just a haligonian. He told me to post up the conversation we had around  napping, that it was hilarious, and to “just do it”. You win Anthony, you win.

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I somehow convinced fellow staff to bike to work, which meant 104 km of peddlin. How I did i do this? its all about guilt.

I’m off to Toronto in Septembre to study Adult Education and Community development at University of Toronto - this blog may become more of a thoughtful reflection story page and less of “here is my life is steps” blog. Know anywhere I can stay near campus? Help!


oh, duncan cove. a secret outside halifax. when friends from a far come, as Aisha did last week, I bring them here and force them to jump rocks with me.

And, more importantly, the lovely lady which has been very much apart of my real life the past 6 months, yet not disclosed to the life of internet….until now, Mary Fay Coady (oh lordy, now edged in stone on web google searches, go go go make her famous via this blog) is performing at Shakepeare by the Sea in Halifax all summer long!and appears in the new Trailer Park Boys 2 Movie coming to theatres in the fall, and the short film Sun Fish, cbc short film coming soon to TV. Her presence is likly the reason for my stop in blog. Instead I can just tell her my thoughts, and she laughs - good enough for me.


she dances on ice