Who's in for karaoke at the Biltmore tonight?
If you come, Tara Hare will be singing "Soul Man".
30.9.09
29.9.09
today
It's Tuesday and it's raining in Vancouver.
From my 11th floor office, it looks like snow.
It isn't.
I went downstairs to check.
A girl can dream, can't she?
It's so dead in here today, that I read the blog of a girl I barely know, from beginning to end.
I am also a secret follower of said blog.
I feel like a stalker.
I hope she doesn't find out.
From my 11th floor office, it looks like snow.
It isn't.
I went downstairs to check.
A girl can dream, can't she?
It's so dead in here today, that I read the blog of a girl I barely know, from beginning to end.
I am also a secret follower of said blog.
I feel like a stalker.
I hope she doesn't find out.
crumbs in my bed
On Friday night, I went to the Bourbon with Tara Hare and Jeff (also Jess and Dom were here from Calgary, but they sat and were all romantic and shit in a booth the whole time "wah waaaaahhhhhhh!!!"), danced to shitty (awesome) music all night, fought off male suitors (one who tried to win my affection by telling me I was "the angriest looking girl on the dance floor" and then proceeded to follow me around like a lost puppy, forcing me to resort to, "Dude, you really need to fuck off!" after he refused to acknowledge my rejection or Jeff's interception. I can't imagine this has worked for him before? It reminded me of the African musician at the Vancouver Folk Music Festival who said to me "You're beautiful. Will you sleep with me?" to which I responded "Ummmm...NO!" and he "Why not? I will pay for your cab home!?!". Barf!) and drank many a beer (three of which were bought with $15 found on the floor. Last time I was there, Allie and I found a 20. That place is a GOLD MINE!).
I arrived home at 3am inebriated and hungry so I made popcorn (HPC for those who know) and clambered into bed where I ate said snack and streamed The Cosby Show.
I wish every Friday night could end this way.
I also wish to, one day, be a part of a family like the Cosby's.
Saturday night went somewhat the same way except it ended with soup, in Amber's bed, and her offering me the world in her drunken stupor (Why thanks, I think I will.).
Being a good friend is really tiring sometimes.
Sunday afternoon, after having a nauseating pho experience (I'll be taking a break pho a while), I decided I'd had it with being social and so I locked myself in my room, and watched the office in my nightgown, wool sweater and alpaca socks, read the same book I've been reading for six months, napped, wrote, and thought about a boy who I don't think thinks about me.
That hurts, but tea heals everything.
Apparently so does a whole bag of Kettle chips.
The two of them together could cure a whole army of heart broken soldiers.
At least temporarily.
This coming weekend, I begin my week long stint as Tara's roommate.
I arrived home at 3am inebriated and hungry so I made popcorn (HPC for those who know) and clambered into bed where I ate said snack and streamed The Cosby Show.
I wish every Friday night could end this way.
I also wish to, one day, be a part of a family like the Cosby's.
Saturday night went somewhat the same way except it ended with soup, in Amber's bed, and her offering me the world in her drunken stupor (Why thanks, I think I will.).
Being a good friend is really tiring sometimes.
Sunday afternoon, after having a nauseating pho experience (I'll be taking a break pho a while), I decided I'd had it with being social and so I locked myself in my room, and watched the office in my nightgown, wool sweater and alpaca socks, read the same book I've been reading for six months, napped, wrote, and thought about a boy who I don't think thinks about me.
That hurts, but tea heals everything.
Apparently so does a whole bag of Kettle chips.
The two of them together could cure a whole army of heart broken soldiers.
At least temporarily.
This coming weekend, I begin my week long stint as Tara's roommate.
Party on Wayne!
28.9.09
hot peppers and toilet paper
This evening, I put on my old MEC fleece to head out to coffee with Tara Hare and Vader. I guess I have not worn this particular jacket in a while because as I was gathering myself to leave, I felt something in the pocket. I reached in to see what it was (hoping it was long fogotten and much needed money), and pulled out a crisp, uncrinkled receipt. I did something I don't normally do, and instead of just throwing it straight in the trash, I looked at the date.
The receipt was from this date exactly a year ago.
C'est mystérieux non?
Here is what I bought from Santa Barbara Market on September 28th 2008
0.34 lb @ $2.09 / lb
Pepperoncini (pickled hot peppers) Bulk $0.71
Cascades Bathroom Tissue 24r $9.99
For a grand total of
$11.90
on my debit card.
Funny thing is, looking at what I bought, I remember this day very clearly.
Word.
The receipt was from this date exactly a year ago.
C'est mystérieux non?
Here is what I bought from Santa Barbara Market on September 28th 2008
0.34 lb @ $2.09 / lb
Pepperoncini (pickled hot peppers) Bulk $0.71
Cascades Bathroom Tissue 24r $9.99
For a grand total of
$11.90
on my debit card.
Funny thing is, looking at what I bought, I remember this day very clearly.
Word.
a children's story
For my first assignment, I had to write a picture book. I wrote this in about ten minutes.
Here it is.
My titleless picture(less) book.
___________________________
When Maximo woke up on Saturday, it was raining. He sat on the couch by the window, with his knees under his chin all morning, watching the water run down the glass, making it hard for him to see the outside world.
“I guess summer really is over.” He heard his mum say to a friend on the phone.
Maximo sighed.
He knew what that meant. No more trips to the beach. No more hot sun. No more swimming and, most of all, no more sand castles.
Summer was Maximo’s favourite season.
What was he going to do with himself now that summer was over?
“Cheer up Maximo.” His dad said, “It’s not the end of the world.”
It sure felt like it was.
On Sunday, Maximo woke up to the smell of pancakes wafting into his room. He walked into the living room rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, surprised by the sun streaming in through the windows.
“Good morning sunshine!” his mum exclaimed as he padded, bare foot, into the kitchen, “What a beautiful autumn morning! Today, would you like to help rake leaves in the garden?”
“Leaves?” Maximo asked.
“Look outside sleepy head!” His mum pushed him towards the window.
Sure enough, over night, the leaves had started to fall. The trees were glistening from left over rain, and the previously green lawn in front of the house had been covered with what appeared to be a brown blanket.
“Go get dressed!” his mum said, “And don’t forget your rain boots!”
Maximo spent the whole afternoon outside with his mum, his dad, and his older brother, Sacha.
Maximo tried to rake leaves at first, but the rake was too big for him, so he jumped in puddles left by Saturday’s storm instead.
“Hey Maximo, watch this!” Sacha said.
Maximo turned around, just in time to see his brother run full speed towards one of the neat leaf piles, and jump right in, giggling as he did so.
“Now you try!” his dad said.
By the end of the day, Maximo had almost forgotten about summer.
He played for so long that when it was time for bed, he was almost asleep before his head hit the pillow.
Over the next few weeks, Maximo spent his days jumping in leaf piles, carving pumpkins, and playing in the rain.
He even dressed up for Halloween.
“Autumn is my favourite season.” Maximo said sleepily one night, as his mum tucked him in. She smiled and turned out the light.
Then, one Saturday, Maximo woke up and before he even left his room, he dressed himself in his boots and jacket in preparation for playing in the rain that was sure to be falling.
“I guess summer really is over.” He heard his mum say to a friend on the phone.
Maximo sighed.
He knew what that meant. No more trips to the beach. No more hot sun. No more swimming and, most of all, no more sand castles.
Summer was Maximo’s favourite season.
What was he going to do with himself now that summer was over?
“Cheer up Maximo.” His dad said, “It’s not the end of the world.”
It sure felt like it was.
On Sunday, Maximo woke up to the smell of pancakes wafting into his room. He walked into the living room rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, surprised by the sun streaming in through the windows.
“Good morning sunshine!” his mum exclaimed as he padded, bare foot, into the kitchen, “What a beautiful autumn morning! Today, would you like to help rake leaves in the garden?”
“Leaves?” Maximo asked.
“Look outside sleepy head!” His mum pushed him towards the window.
Sure enough, over night, the leaves had started to fall. The trees were glistening from left over rain, and the previously green lawn in front of the house had been covered with what appeared to be a brown blanket.
“Go get dressed!” his mum said, “And don’t forget your rain boots!”
Maximo spent the whole afternoon outside with his mum, his dad, and his older brother, Sacha.
Maximo tried to rake leaves at first, but the rake was too big for him, so he jumped in puddles left by Saturday’s storm instead.
“Hey Maximo, watch this!” Sacha said.
Maximo turned around, just in time to see his brother run full speed towards one of the neat leaf piles, and jump right in, giggling as he did so.
“Now you try!” his dad said.
By the end of the day, Maximo had almost forgotten about summer.
He played for so long that when it was time for bed, he was almost asleep before his head hit the pillow.
Over the next few weeks, Maximo spent his days jumping in leaf piles, carving pumpkins, and playing in the rain.
He even dressed up for Halloween.
“Autumn is my favourite season.” Maximo said sleepily one night, as his mum tucked him in. She smiled and turned out the light.
Then, one Saturday, Maximo woke up and before he even left his room, he dressed himself in his boots and jacket in preparation for playing in the rain that was sure to be falling.
He ran into the living room, but stopped in his tracks when he tried to look outside, but couldn’t see anything.
“Mum!” he cried, “What’s wrong with the windows? I can’t see outside!”
“That’s frost Maximo. It’s winter now.” His mum explained to him.
Sure enough, when Maximo opened the front door to look outside, there were no freshly fallen leaves to rake from the grass. They were all frozen to the lawn.
There were no puddles for him to jump in either. They too, were frozen.
Maximo could see his breath as he slumped his head and closed the door behind himself.
Maximo could see his breath as he slumped his head and closed the door behind himself.
He walked slowly over to the couch by the window.
As he was pulling his knees under his chin, his dad walked past him.
“Cheer up Maximo!” He said. ” It’s not the end of the world.”
It sure felt like it was.
The next morning, as he walked into the kitchen, everything seemed quieter than usual.
He sat down to his hot cereal a little bit disoriented.
“Good morning, Maximo.” His mum said, “Would you like to help shovel snow this afternoon?”
“Snow?” Maximo questioned.
His mum pushed him towards a cleared spot in the frosty window and sure enough, a new blanket had covered the lawn and trees.
As he was pulling his knees under his chin, his dad walked past him.
“Cheer up Maximo!” He said. ” It’s not the end of the world.”
It sure felt like it was.
The next morning, as he walked into the kitchen, everything seemed quieter than usual.
He sat down to his hot cereal a little bit disoriented.
“Good morning, Maximo.” His mum said, “Would you like to help shovel snow this afternoon?”
“Snow?” Maximo questioned.
His mum pushed him towards a cleared spot in the frosty window and sure enough, a new blanket had covered the lawn and trees.
This time, it was a white, glistening layer of snow.
“Go get dressed!” His mum said,
“And don’t forget your snow boots!”
“And don’t forget your snow boots!”
25.9.09
8-holed cherry red docs
When I was 7 or 8, my mother took me to visit family friends on Orcas Island, just across the border in Washington State. It would have been late 92 or early 93, right at the height, and what was also the tail end, of the grunge era. Nirvana's Nevermind had been released only one year earlier and they were probably the most popular band at the time.
My mum's friend had a daughter, Simona, who was about five or six years older than I and was, in my eyes, the coolest (she and her friend thought I was 12!!). I remember lounging on the sofa in their living room, with her, her boyfriend (who was 16 and drove a van) and her best friend (with whom she had snuck out with all night and confided in me), all clad in plaid flannel, baggy, torn jeans, doc martens and long, greasy hair (I was even jealous of Simona's acne, (which she blamed on Dove soap), not realising that there was, in fact, nothing desirable about a whitehead). We watched "Look Who's Talking" and the next day, with her three brothers (two older and one younger), had, what remains to this day, the most memorable water fight I ever partook in.
I didn't have older siblings to look up to, but from that weekend on, my elementary school years were plagued with Nirvana, Hole, Greenday, Pearl Jam and Rage Against the Machine. I even had Guns 'n' Roses' "Use Your Illusion II" on cassette (much to the distaste of my parents).
I remember when Georgia's older sister was planning on going to the Guns 'n' Roses concert in Vancouver at, what must have been, about the age of 14 and I remember my mum saying "I would never let my 14 year old daughter go to a rock concert! Concerts are not the same as they used to be!" (she had not yet, of course, had a 14 year old daughter).
I didn't, by any means, morph into a grunge rocker. I didn't have the influence or motivation to do so entirely. I didn't start wearing plaid, although I did get a pair of doc martens in grade three, and I probably didn't wash my hair (just a guess). I remember when Kurt died in '94 and being at my friend Melissa's house when I found out. Her older brothers sat in their basement bedroom blasting Nirvana all night while she and I attempted to sleep.
With all that far behind me, I still enjoy listening to the odd throw back track and I was ecstatic when I got to see Tom Morello's new band in May.
In celebration of Pearl Jam being in 'Vangrity' tonight (I say 'Vangrity' purposely for the grungeness of it), and in lieu of tickets I do not possess, I decided to make a new play list (I even created a second songza account so as not to erase my previous electro list which I only added two days ago. How's that for dedication?).
As previously stated, I'm not going to the show tonight. I had actually completely forgotten that Pearl Jam were coming to town until Allie mentioned that she and her boyfriend (who is a couple years older than us and so is allowed to call himself a product of the 90's) were going to try and get tickets. It was then that I realised that I had subconsciously worn a plaid shirt and also not washed my hair and probably should be going but then I also realised that I have only eighty dollars to my name until Wednesday and should maybe just stay home with a bottle of Listerine instead (I'm kidding! Fuck!).
The long and the short of it is, I made this list.
It's not all 'grunge'.
But it's from the era.
Cummon! Tell me The Cranberries don't make you want to haul out and lace up your 8-holed cherry red docs?
Grunge is not dead...yet...
(keep in mind, this is probably the least amount of effort I've put into a playlist so it's not top notch...but part of Grunge is about not caring...isn't it?)
1). Pearl Jam- Jeremy
2). Nirvana - About a Girl
3). Live - Lightning Crashes
4). Soundgarden - Outshined
5). Stone Roses - Love Spreads
6). Guns N' Roses - Don't Cry
7). Nine Inch Nails - Gave Up
8). Alice in Chains - Man in the Box
9). The Smashing Pumpkins - Cherub Rock
10). Metallica - Master of Puppets
11). Rage Against The Machine - Killing In The Name
12). Tool - Undertow
13). Sonic Youth - Dirty Boots
14). Pixies - Wave Of Mutilation
15). Dinosaur Jr. - Keep The Glove
16). Screaming Trees - Where The Twain Shall Meet
17). Stone Temple Pilots - Crackerman
18). The Cranberries- Zombie
19). Gin Blossoms - 29
20). Mudhoney into the drink
21). Green River - Queen Bitch
22). The Melvins- Cow
23). Jane's Addiction - Been Caught Stealing
24). Temple Of The Dog - Pushin' Forward Back
25). Mother Love Bone - Captain Hi-Top
24.9.09
denim blues
I thought today was Friday and so I wore jeans to work.
How disappointed was I when I discovered that, no, it is only Thursday.
Now I'm under dressed and have one more day to go.
Oh bother.
How disappointed was I when I discovered that, no, it is only Thursday.
Now I'm under dressed and have one more day to go.
Oh bother.
23.9.09
it's ELECTRIFYING!
I again have neglected finishing up a playlist I've been half assedly working on for weeks. I figure I may as well post the unfinished product because I feel this is as good as it's going to get before I get sick of it and decide to start anew (which I promise will not be a month from now).
I don't really have much to say about this list. It's sort of loosely electro themed. Some of it's old. Most of it's newer. Some of it you more'n' likely will not have had the pleasure of hearing. It's all good.
Tell your friends.
Because,
1). Fan Death - Veronica's Veil
2). M.I.A. - Jimmy
3). Yelle - Je Veux Tu Voir
4). Fischerspooner - Emerge
5). Crystal Castles - Alice Practice
6). Uffie - Hot Chick
7). Dan Deacon - Snake Mistakes
8). Cut Copy - Feel The Love
9). Hot Chip - Arrest Yourself
10). Ratatat - Wildcat
11). MGMT - Boogie Down
12). The Knife - Like a Pen
13). Daisy Daisy - Michelle Plays Ping Pong (Vicarious Bliss RMX)
14). Soulwax - Compute
I don't really have much to say about this list. It's sort of loosely electro themed. Some of it's old. Most of it's newer. Some of it you more'n' likely will not have had the pleasure of hearing. It's all good.
Tell your friends.
Because,
1). Fan Death - Veronica's Veil
2). M.I.A. - Jimmy
3). Yelle - Je Veux Tu Voir
4). Fischerspooner - Emerge
5). Crystal Castles - Alice Practice
6). Uffie - Hot Chick
7). Dan Deacon - Snake Mistakes
8). Cut Copy - Feel The Love
9). Hot Chip - Arrest Yourself
10). Ratatat - Wildcat
11). MGMT - Boogie Down
12). The Knife - Like a Pen
13). Daisy Daisy - Michelle Plays Ping Pong (Vicarious Bliss RMX)
14). Soulwax - Compute
15). Tom Tom Club - Wordy Rappinghood
16). Thunderheist - Do the Right Thing
17). Amanda Blank - Make - Up
18). Goldfrapp - Slippage
19). Ladytron - Black Cat
20). Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus Lyrics
21). Eurythmics - Jennifer
22). Santogold - My Superman
23). Passion Pit - Sleepyhead
24). Plastic Operator - Another Sound
25). Chromeo - Tenderoni
26). Daft Punk - Technologic
27). Justice - DVNO
16). Thunderheist - Do the Right Thing
17). Amanda Blank - Make - Up
18). Goldfrapp - Slippage
19). Ladytron - Black Cat
20). Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus Lyrics
21). Eurythmics - Jennifer
22). Santogold - My Superman
23). Passion Pit - Sleepyhead
24). Plastic Operator - Another Sound
25). Chromeo - Tenderoni
26). Daft Punk - Technologic
27). Justice - DVNO
28). MSTRKRFT - Bounce ft N.O.R.E
29). The Chemical Brothers - Shake Break Bounce
30). Crookers - Gypsy P
29). The Chemical Brothers - Shake Break Bounce
30). Crookers - Gypsy P
22.9.09
sum summa
The Last few weeks of my life have looked somewhat like this (in no particular order):
Visit with Johanna and Anr at the latter's beach house, visit from Kate, a night spent at the PNE with Lee, a weekend visit with Ilia, a block party, thought about quitting my job, thought about finding a way to get fired from my job, broke my computer, got a new computer, visited my 97 year old grandfather in the hospital, been a good friend, gone to Calgary to visit Kate, gone on a couple of bad dates, gone on a couple of good dates, registered for school, saw my brother for the first time all summer, cried for no reason, lounged in the sun, got drunk, took 500 photos in one day, and, for once, spent a weekend in Vancouver.
All in all it has been a jam packed end to the summer and now, as the leaves are turning, all I feel like doing is curling up with a book or movie and not being seen. I won't though.
At least not every day.
I apologize for the lacklusterness (is that a word?) of my blog as of late. I promise it won't stay that way if you stick around. I wouldn't do that.
And now, off to my first class, "Writing for Children".
Tomorrow is "Short Fiction". My instructors name is Fabrizio Napoleone. And that is why I'm taking the course.
Visit with Johanna and Anr at the latter's beach house, visit from Kate, a night spent at the PNE with Lee, a weekend visit with Ilia, a block party, thought about quitting my job, thought about finding a way to get fired from my job, broke my computer, got a new computer, visited my 97 year old grandfather in the hospital, been a good friend, gone to Calgary to visit Kate, gone on a couple of bad dates, gone on a couple of good dates, registered for school, saw my brother for the first time all summer, cried for no reason, lounged in the sun, got drunk, took 500 photos in one day, and, for once, spent a weekend in Vancouver.
All in all it has been a jam packed end to the summer and now, as the leaves are turning, all I feel like doing is curling up with a book or movie and not being seen. I won't though.
At least not every day.
I apologize for the lacklusterness (is that a word?) of my blog as of late. I promise it won't stay that way if you stick around. I wouldn't do that.
And now, off to my first class, "Writing for Children".
Tomorrow is "Short Fiction". My instructors name is Fabrizio Napoleone. And that is why I'm taking the course.
20.9.09
12.9.09
almost famous
Last weekend we went out, and then I wound up on Lindsay's diet on the 'cover' for the September 6th edition of the album glory days.
9.9.09
bridging the gap
I just received an email from my 97 year old grandfather. The opening line was "Golly gee, it was so nice hearing from you. I would love to see you any old time."
How's that for bridging the gap? 'Golly gee' in an email sans sarcasm.
I sure am going to miss him when he's gone gosh darn it.
8.9.09
lappy
My laptop is broken.
It will not turn on.
This does not make for easy blogging.
Pretty soon, if it does not decide to function, it will look like this:
Pretty soon, if it does not decide to function, it will look like this:
Does anyone have a lil lappy they would like to donate to the cause?
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