Some random thoughts and observations from today:
There should be a reality TV show about a lesbian couple called "Jan and Kate".
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When I lived at my old house, I used to bike through Trinity Bellwoods every morning. There were always a few Asian ladies who did their morning exercises in the park. Tai chi, stretching, but one particular activity I never got: walking backwards. I have no idea what the health benefits are, but ok.
Since I've moved I have a new parkette I bike through. Today there was an older Asian lady walking backwards through it. She was sporting DC skate shoes with fat turquoise laces, no less! Older Asian ladies are FIERCE...
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A "noirette" is someone who has black hair. It sounds better than "blackhead".
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Don't wear earrings with prescription glasses
For some reason, I've been dispensing a lot of advice lately. In the past few months friends have been coming to me with their woes, and dare I toot my own horn, I've been dishing out sage advice.
Just call me Ann friggin' Landers. Or maybe more accurately, Lucy van Pelt since I probably look more like her and have a similar cynical disposition.
Not surprisingly, most of the problems deal with affairs of the heart, and since I've been a resident of Singlesville for a while---I roll with the mayor and the police chief---I'm able to give unbiased, straight-forward advice that isn't clouded by lovey dovey-ness. See, I'm actually logical and rational as hell, so I'll tell you like it is. No holding your hand on your way to your first day of kindergarten. Take the bus like the rest of us chumps.
At the risk of jinxing it, I've been a zen master lately, the coolest cucumber in the crisper, chilled out and blissed out beyond (even my) belief.
This clear-headed state probably helps in giving good, rational advice. Everything ain't no thang. There really are few things in life one can't recover from (to a certain degree) given enough time, so why sweat it?
Who knows how long this calm stage will last? Maybe I am in the eye of the storm and shit's going to hit the fan soon. But until then I am just gonna continue playing Yoda and sip on this G and T.
Random thought: you can tell a lot about a person through their hands. It's like shoes. A person's personal style is reflected through their shoewear. You can tell what a person's hygiene and hobbies are like through their hands.
Are the hands rough? Are their nails dirty? Do they have long nails? Hands are like the face sans make-up. There's the same exposure to the elements. We don't usually cover up our hands except when it's really cold. So they're pretty telling of our lifestyle.
I really like looking at men's hands. Sometimes you can tell what someone's body looks like just by looking at the bone structure of their hands.
Hands! Advice! Monday!
Just call me Ann friggin' Landers. Or maybe more accurately, Lucy van Pelt since I probably look more like her and have a similar cynical disposition.
Not surprisingly, most of the problems deal with affairs of the heart, and since I've been a resident of Singlesville for a while---I roll with the mayor and the police chief---I'm able to give unbiased, straight-forward advice that isn't clouded by lovey dovey-ness. See, I'm actually logical and rational as hell, so I'll tell you like it is. No holding your hand on your way to your first day of kindergarten. Take the bus like the rest of us chumps.
At the risk of jinxing it, I've been a zen master lately, the coolest cucumber in the crisper, chilled out and blissed out beyond (even my) belief.
This clear-headed state probably helps in giving good, rational advice. Everything ain't no thang. There really are few things in life one can't recover from (to a certain degree) given enough time, so why sweat it?
Who knows how long this calm stage will last? Maybe I am in the eye of the storm and shit's going to hit the fan soon. But until then I am just gonna continue playing Yoda and sip on this G and T.
Random thought: you can tell a lot about a person through their hands. It's like shoes. A person's personal style is reflected through their shoewear. You can tell what a person's hygiene and hobbies are like through their hands.
Are the hands rough? Are their nails dirty? Do they have long nails? Hands are like the face sans make-up. There's the same exposure to the elements. We don't usually cover up our hands except when it's really cold. So they're pretty telling of our lifestyle.
I really like looking at men's hands. Sometimes you can tell what someone's body looks like just by looking at the bone structure of their hands.
Hands! Advice! Monday!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Be the person your dog thinks you are.
Sometimes I think people suffer bad days collectively. Today was one of them. A lousy day. It was one where people just felt mean. Luckily though, I had a good end to a bad day. My friend Paul brought up a good point. He blames the collective bad mood on the Leonid meteor shower, and from my wholly un-scientific research (namely an informal survey of my friends) we all either had rotten days yesterday or today.
Methinks cosmic events wreck havoc on our petty human lives. It's like the full moon. It's called "lunacy" for a reason. Jails are fuller, there are more accidents, murders and crimes, and people are generally nuttier when it's a full moon. We can't help it. The gravitational pull messes with us.
And to think this was the week I decided to give up coffee.
AT least The Rural Alberta Advantage's acoustic set at Soundscapes helped the day end on a better note. That band has a special place in my heart.
Methinks cosmic events wreck havoc on our petty human lives. It's like the full moon. It's called "lunacy" for a reason. Jails are fuller, there are more accidents, murders and crimes, and people are generally nuttier when it's a full moon. We can't help it. The gravitational pull messes with us.
And to think this was the week I decided to give up coffee.
AT least The Rural Alberta Advantage's acoustic set at Soundscapes helped the day end on a better note. That band has a special place in my heart.
Monday, November 16, 2009
What up, delicious cat...!
I thought of two new terms today that really should be widely circulated in the English slang.
1) Wordist: an artist whose medium is words. Ok, essentially a writer, maybe one who is more floral and ornate in their writing. Or maybe one who considers themselves post-post-modern.
2) Love death: the non-existance of a love life, perhaps the ceasing of any kind of love activity. As in "I don't have a love life. I am going through a love death." A mourning, a void of love in one's existance.
1) Wordist: an artist whose medium is words. Ok, essentially a writer, maybe one who is more floral and ornate in their writing. Or maybe one who considers themselves post-post-modern.
2) Love death: the non-existance of a love life, perhaps the ceasing of any kind of love activity. As in "I don't have a love life. I am going through a love death." A mourning, a void of love in one's existance.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
poor but sexy
One of my favourite things to do is to take a bus or train somewhere. There's a certain calm and time for quiet reflection when you're sitting on a bus or train moving through city or countryside.
I love the physical act of moving from A to B. Right now I'm on a bus travelling from Montreal to Toronto, and it's raining outside.The window is blurry, the sky is grey and streams of water are racing each other towards the finish line at the bottom of the window ledge.
I came to Montreal for the weekend to meet up with Carey. She is in Halifax and Montreal is the halfway point for us. We are working on a collaborative art/craft project on the idea of correspondance.we left with some more definitive objectives and tasks to tackle before the show in three weeks, but I think Montreal has done wonders for motivating and inspiring me.
The city is bilingual and ther is something to be said about it's dual personality. The bilingual thing provides this mania that drives the city in a highly creative manner. Like Berlin, Montreal is broke, yet has a high concentration of artists. Certainly creativity and lack of income can go hand-in-hand, and that may be the case in beautiful Montreal. The creative energy oozing from this city seems maddening sometimes.
My hostess brought up an interesting point last night at dinner. She is a social worker and decided to move to Montreal because there is also a high concentration of mental illness in the city. She mentioned the idea os a correlation between artists and mental illness. "An artist is someone who does things differently, and someone who is suffering from mental illness is someone who can't do things in a 'normal' way."
Simple words but there's a certain truth to it. That line between insanity and creativity can be a thin one.
I've been in Toronto for a while, and I think I've fallen into a bit of a routine. There is a lot going on in this city in terms of music and the arts, but I find there's an underlying business aspect to it. It's not necessarily negative; there's simply less of a division between commerce and art. Or at least the partnership between the two is much more evident.
The mayor of Berlin once said the city is "poor but sexy." It's an interesting sentiment. At what point do you leave that behind? And at what point do you return to it?
I love the physical act of moving from A to B. Right now I'm on a bus travelling from Montreal to Toronto, and it's raining outside.The window is blurry, the sky is grey and streams of water are racing each other towards the finish line at the bottom of the window ledge.
I came to Montreal for the weekend to meet up with Carey. She is in Halifax and Montreal is the halfway point for us. We are working on a collaborative art/craft project on the idea of correspondance.we left with some more definitive objectives and tasks to tackle before the show in three weeks, but I think Montreal has done wonders for motivating and inspiring me.
The city is bilingual and ther is something to be said about it's dual personality. The bilingual thing provides this mania that drives the city in a highly creative manner. Like Berlin, Montreal is broke, yet has a high concentration of artists. Certainly creativity and lack of income can go hand-in-hand, and that may be the case in beautiful Montreal. The creative energy oozing from this city seems maddening sometimes.
My hostess brought up an interesting point last night at dinner. She is a social worker and decided to move to Montreal because there is also a high concentration of mental illness in the city. She mentioned the idea os a correlation between artists and mental illness. "An artist is someone who does things differently, and someone who is suffering from mental illness is someone who can't do things in a 'normal' way."
Simple words but there's a certain truth to it. That line between insanity and creativity can be a thin one.
I've been in Toronto for a while, and I think I've fallen into a bit of a routine. There is a lot going on in this city in terms of music and the arts, but I find there's an underlying business aspect to it. It's not necessarily negative; there's simply less of a division between commerce and art. Or at least the partnership between the two is much more evident.
The mayor of Berlin once said the city is "poor but sexy." It's an interesting sentiment. At what point do you leave that behind? And at what point do you return to it?
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Survivor
These are things that have been sustaining me lately. Be they nourishment for the body or the soul, I'm glad to have had these things in my life to distract, inspire, influence, entertain and supplement me.The Dirty Projectors
Elfin Saddle
Faces in Places
Soup
Radio Dada (Thanks to Chris DeWolf for this Maisonneuve article that brought my attention to the station in the first place)
Montreal
KevJumba
tUnE-YaRdS
Lula
Neon
This American Life
RadioLab
Finn Crisp and hummus
tokyomango
And on a side note:
Holy shitballs. I love this.
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