rhetoric, sarcasm, bunkbeds

choose the impossible choice

2010-02-20T12:25:00.003-05:00

favourites slept on, picked:

Juvenile Delinquency

2010-02-16T14:48:00.002-05:00

Tavi, just stealing my giant-flower-on-head idea from a shoot last November.

just sayin' 2

2009-12-15T19:01:00.001-05:00

This is the third little corner of the internet that I've posted this in, but what can I say? I'm on Kanye's blog (sorta):

Shad's Compromise

Wardrobe by moi!

just sayin'

2009-11-30T17:16:00.003-05:00

This print hangs on the wall of Pete Campbell's apartment.... AND ON MINE (I totally had it first).

tea time

2009-11-29T19:14:00.002-05:00

2666

2009-11-28T13:16:00.003-05:00

Finished the third/fifth/only (depending on your edition) book this morning. I love the way Bolano writes about writing and writers:

"Ivanov's fear was of a literary nature. That is, it was the fear that afflicts most citizens who, one fine (or dark) day, choose to make the practice of writing, and especially the practice of fiction writing, an integral part of their lives. Fear of being no good. Also fear of being overlooked. But above all, fear of being no good. Fear that one's efforts and striving will come to nothing. Fear of the step that leaves no trace. Fear of the forces of chance and nature that wipe away shallow prints. Fear of dining alone and unnoticed. Fear of going unrecognized. Fear of failure and making a spectacle of oneself. But above all, fear of being no good."

and

"By the same token, few are the writers who give up. We play at believing ourselves immortal. We delude ourselves in the appraisal of our own works and in our perpetual misappraisal of the works of others. See you at the Nobel, writers say, as one might say: see you in hell."

faith in paper

2009-11-22T15:51:00.001-05:00

that book by nabokov

2009-11-22T08:50:00.006-05:00

I'm struggling not to start this until I've finished my current book (2666 - am I on some weird posthumously published novel kick?) so I'll try to stave off the overwhelming urge to read by allowing myself at least a quick peek...

at the cover

at the inside of the jacket (emo!)

at what's under the jacket

and on the other side

Is this love? They've reprinted each one of the note cards Nabokov wrote the original on, and then typed the text below. Every page. Swoon.

A postscript: day one of a third year Rus. Lit. course involved our prof. having us recite back to him the correct pronunciation of "Nabokov". What chaos hast Sting wrought???

same pictures but now with added movement

2009-11-21T12:05:00.004-05:00

click on the title if you can't see the vid...

neglect and recompense

2009-11-21T11:14:00.004-05:00

An old shoot, but some good photos that shouldn't be relegated to my hard drive

I feel the devil outside

2008-12-11T11:48:00.002-05:00

Video for The Stills - Don't Talk Down, Dir: Christopher Mills

from lagerfeld, with love

2008-12-04T16:22:00.004-05:00

chanel's pre-fall 2009 collection is my pre-christmas 2008 present! so. much. russian.

no smoking

2008-12-04T14:58:00.005-05:00

trojan beaver

2008-12-03T19:33:00.003-05:00

This was in a gallery on Queen earlier this summer but I'm so lazy it took me until now to empty our the contents of my camera's memory card.

so i have it for whenever i want it

2008-12-02T17:18:00.002-05:00

this disappeared from youtube for the longest time...

oh no, new scudmore

2008-10-30T12:02:00.001-05:00

Every cloud...

2008-09-23T13:57:00.001-05:00

At least maybe they'll be confined to one limited, easily identified and avoidable retail location?

i don't know what to read next

2008-05-11T20:35:00.005-05:00

pick

something

for

me

autobiography of red

2008-04-16T19:54:00.004-05:00

has lines like this in it:

"they were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics"

and

"meanwhile music pounded across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being a self in a song"

happy usa tax day

2008-04-15T19:10:00.002-05:00

40% of every american tax dollar paid last year went to fund the wars in iraq and afghanistan.

tarkovsky's zone, from my cellphone

2008-04-03T14:28:00.007-05:00

about 15 feet down there's a bed of trash. a sofa. a screen door. a vase.

the water has carved itself an escape route through the ice floor.

here you come again was the only record and now its broken.

an excellent transom.

through a window brightly

"we are home!"

a stretcher, a snowbank.

picture pages, picture pages

2008-03-31T22:26:00.003-05:00

dot

dot

dot

i have something to tell you

2008-03-08T15:03:00.002-05:00

i just really... like you... you know?

(and i really like vanessa for showing me this site)

stillepost: time well wasted?

2008-02-28T20:15:00.002-05:00

Don't mind the self-referential circle this link might lead you into, its still an interesting story, and something I might have had no idea about if I didn't spend so much goddamn time on an internet message board:

No OHIP for Owen!

ouchmyheart

2008-02-20T14:38:00.006-05:00

Walking by this gaping hole on Queen was the saddest thing, today
No more Suspect Video, no more National Sound, no more Preloved. The eerie/tragic/beautiful first photo is by David Waldman, the rest are from random news sites.

le sigh

2008-02-17T20:40:00.000-05:00

I'm like Rain Man with this video

say something

2008-02-15T12:34:00.001-05:00

you have a stage and a captive audience, afterall

more Vivienne Westwood, less Oprah, please.

bulls on parade

2008-02-14T15:38:00.001-05:00

Man Man is the best band I've ever seen play live. They are coming to a Lee's Palace near you on April 14th.

what's wrong with me (not a question, thx)

2008-02-12T18:05:00.000-05:00

I have a few of the children's books that I was given by my grandparents still on my bookshelf. My grandmother, ever the intellectual elitist (might I even say snob?) insisted on buying us books that could still be considered literature, despite the fact that they were written for children. The illustrations are without a doubt art, as well. I have a beautifully illustrated anthology of Hans Christian Andersen stories, a copy of Peter and the Wolf to accompany Sergei Prokofiev's musical composition, as well as the Jacqueline Onassis-edited The Firebird and Other Russian Fairy Tales, with illustrations by the amazingly gifted Boris Zvorykin.

While I'm sure this childhood diet of incredible books has coloured my taste for the books I currently read (mainly dark and twisted things written by Eastern Europeans) I am also beginning to think they may have warped my 6 year old developing subconscious. I recently skimmed through The Firebird with a friend, who seemed somewhat horrified by the texts, and the fact that they were written for children. Here's why (accompanied by Zvorykin's beautiful drawings):

This is Snegurochka, the Snow Maiden. A child made from snow by an elderly couple who could never conceive. In this particular story, other women throw themselves into wells in jealous rages, she's dragged in front of various officiaries to defend herself against accusations of being the "other woman" and in the end, when she finally finds true love, she melts, and dies.

This is Tsarevich Ivan and Tsarevna Elena The Fair. Ivan has gone to fetch her on behalf of another Tsar, who is in love with her. Obviously and tragically, these two now fall in love (I also am easily smitten with boys who own flying grey wolves). Ivan gets stabbed by his own brother and is dead for thirty days. Elena gets kidnapped and god-knows-what by the very same brother. It ends up ok though.

This is Baba Yaga. When 8 year old Vassilissa's mother dies, her father remarries and the classic tale of the evil step mother ensues. Vassilissa is sent to ask the witch Baba Yaga for firewood. Baba Yaga eats humans and lives in a hut decorated with their bones and their fire-illuminated skulls. Vassilissa is made to be her slave with little hope of escape. I don't remember crying myself to sleep after story time but come on!

Finally, we have Maria Morevna. She gets chased back and forth across the continent by a certain Koschey the Deathless. Not an encouraging name for one's foe to have. It's basically because her boyfriend is a hapless idiot, too (he gets chopped into pieces at one point). Baba Yaga makes a cameo in this story as well, just in case your 6 year old self had managed to forget her/stop being plagued by nightmares.

I'm poor.

2008-02-12T14:56:00.000-05:00

Send cash. Or at least buy me brunch this weekend.

yes we can

2008-02-06T11:14:00.000-05:00

I could get cynical about this if I thought about it long enough, but my first reaction was "wow. this is goooooooooooooooooooooood."

oh! you pretty things!

2008-02-03T18:51:00.000-05:00

scott's finished video for when lost at sea by the wooden sky:

and Video Static is a fan....

fin

2008-02-01T14:52:00.001-05:00

I think that this is just the best. Amazing work, Scott and Lee. Just wow.

Oh, and other people like it too.

for kritty

2008-01-30T07:22:00.001-05:00

as requested: boobs!

secondarily, my creepy obsession with vintage undergarments: revealed! sadly, the only place i've ever seen any for sale is at cabaret on queen. everything they have is beautiful and in amazing condition but priced way beyond my budget. i did pick up someone's old nightgown there this week, for 45 freaking dollars.

it's cool. i love president's choice macaroni and cheese for dinner. every night. til my next pay cheque.

artovitch

2008-01-29T15:47:00.000-05:00

If you have iTunes you can take this virtual tour of the new exhibit, From Russia at London's Royal Academy.

More here

And also: I'd like to be a merchant prince, too please.

sunday, creepy sunday

2008-01-27T18:31:00.000-05:00

this morning started with a virtual tour of redon, which led to rops, which led to alfred kubin, and then somehow to the arcade fire video for black mirror.

some kubin:

and one rops:

when lost at sea

2008-01-22T13:39:00.000-05:00

wooden sky shoot:

Photos via Jess Baumung

well-done work

2008-01-21T15:22:00.000-05:00

Is it done yet? Is it done yet? Is it done yet?
Is it done yet? Is it done yet? Is it done yet?
Is it done yet? Is it done yet? Is it done yet?

Fake Empire stills via Shots Ring Out

How about now? Now?

christmas in london

2007-12-24T14:52:00.001-05:00

^^^could be worse!

if marie antoinette were filmed in ekaterinburg, and funded by soviets.

2007-12-16T18:08:00.000-05:00

high school graduation photos via english russia:

today is the worst

2007-12-15T17:22:00.000-05:00

these things are making it better

now if someone could bring me some scotch.

i take it back!

2007-11-30T06:39:00.000-05:00

I WOULD vote for Putin!

Since it would mean losing my job, if I didn't.

kleptocracy!

2007-11-18T21:07:00.000-05:00

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck I'm a COMMUNIST!

Russia's commies are poised to come in second place in the next election, after Putin's journalist-killing United Russia Party.

With the Russian Liberal party barely in existence anymore, the country has basically become a two-party state. And if I were a Russian citizen, there is NO WAY I'd vote for Putin, who's suspected to attempt to try to hold onto power next spring, despite the fact that his legal term as president would be exceeded if he were to do so.

Putin has restructured the electoral system in Russia, doing away with constituencies with plurality voting systems, and raising the required percentage for getting into the State Duma from 5% to 7%, making it more difficult for independents to be elected. The only party presenting any real opposition are the Communists, with about 1/6th of Russian voters behind them.

When asked if Russia was still a democracy, one official shrugged and said "Not really."

I'm going to read Bend Sinister again, in solidarity.

:icon_ew:

2007-11-07T17:54:00.000-05:00

so.

the other day i kind of got locked on set. for about 8hrs. everyone was supposed to be back by lunch. but they didn't get back til dinner. it was fine, there was work to do. but there wasn't any food. some granola bars, but i hate that shit.

so on my way home i got take-out at fresh. i was starving and i would have eaten there, but i needed to get home to let the dog out. so i did something i really rarely ever do: i decided to eat while walking to/riding home on the streetcar. i am really not a public eater. i think its gross. i'm uncoordinated, i spill, i drop, i trip when not completely focussed on walking. but i was bordering on a hunger-rage so it had to be done.

anyway, i'm trying to be all prepared in case the streetcar comes, so i've got dinner in one hand, i'm holding the streetcar ticket between my teeth, my purse is over my shoulder and there is a hot coffee in my other hand. usually this would spell disaster in the form of scalding (me or someone else), but it seems to be going ok. i'm eating my dinner, i'm only spilling a little, no one is looking at me in disgust. awesome.

then the streetcar comes. i get on. i can't find my ticket. its not in any of my pockets, its not in my purse, its not in my hand. i had another one in my wallet so not really a big deal.... except for the the fact that i think i fucking ATE a streetcar ticket. sick.

scott should be directing...uhhh... basically my whole life

2007-10-31T09:43:00.000-05:00

sean should be directing comic book hero action movies

2007-10-31T09:33:00.000-05:00

pls. note zombie costumes. ok thanks.

iLike

2007-10-26T19:04:00.000-05:00

finally, a laptop I can watch videos on!

and

and

and one more that I can't post til Monday...

nuit blah

2007-09-30T13:37:00.000-05:00

after last year's experience of traipsing through the rainy streets to see sights like an eerie pit of fog on u of t's philosophers walk, a girl in a glass coffin on queen, and a pretty decent light installation in trinity bellwoods, i had some high hopes for this year's nuit blanche. i set off on my bike around 7:30 feeling like it was christmas eve and excited for the exhibits i'd read about.

i was really interested in the recreation of the cold war bomb shelter in the architecture building at u of t... but it didn't really hold up. also excited for event horizon, which was pretty amusing, but a bit too precious. deeparture was promising in my mind, as well, but all i took away from it were the idiotic and LOUD comments of the people in the theatre, who didn't even bother to sit, but just stood in the aisles, saying things like "wolves hunt in packs" (thanks, genius), and "this isn't even a movie! its just filming animals!" (die). i really would have loved to see the ghost station, as it promised the creepiness i was seeking, but when we got there, the line was over an hour long, and the idea of sharing the space with suburban yuppies and their off-spring kind of killed the beauty in it, for me.

trinity bellwoods made me feel like i was wandering through a mall, with scotia bank tents everywhere. the aquarium window at queen and dovercourt was pretty, and the giant locust at lamport stadium provided us with some delirious 3am laughs, watching people hurl their bodies into it, thinking that it would support their weight. no!

i couldn't help but compare the entire experience to a night earlier in the summer, when there was the most beautiful performance art undertaken in the abandoned monastery on major street. i still think about how great and inspiring that night was. i'll go out for nuit blanche next year to give it another chance, but the crowds and lack of inspiration in the work this year, kind of made me long for the time when art was an inaccessible pastime for the elite. sigh.

there is no, this is no

2007-09-09T08:54:00.000-05:00

Harold is coming by later. Two days ago, when I was sitting on the fire escape, I saw something fall through one of the cracks in the metal slats that make up the floor of the thing. I had no idea what it was, only that it was small, metallic, and not my phone, which I'm supremely paranoid about accidentally tossing over the edge.

I had completely forgotten about whatever it was that had fallen, until I passed Harold in the stairway today. He was talking with the superintendent about some repairs he wanted done in his apartment (my sink has no hot water tap and parts of my refrigerator are held together with duct tape).

Harold speaks with his chin tucked into his chest and jerks his head upwards at every pause. I think about pigeons ever time we talk. Now the pigeon is behind me on the stairs, cooing my name. I don't hear him until I'm in the courtyard and I turn and see him coming, doing an awkward half-run-shuffle towards me and the dog. He moves like he's performing some kind of reverse puppetry. Like all of his appendages are attached to strings, only he's the one pulling, against some motionless puppeteer.

He found the thing I forgot I had lost: Ela's dog tags. They are in his apartment and he will bring them over later.

I entertain myself by imagining that I'm dead and this building is some kind of purgatory that I share with Harold. I never see anyone else here. Its Harold coming home with groceries as I'm going out for the evening. Harold is holding the door as I'm coming home from work. Harold finds Ela's tags. Harold is dropping off his rent cheque at the same time I am, two days late.

I guess there are some others, but there are so few that its kind of eerie. Patrick lives down the hall and doesn't like it when I let Ela pee on the lawn. Alfredo has two or maybe three scruffy looking children and a wife who only speaks Yugoslavian. I hear a lot of rap music coming from 201, and there used to be an old man on the first floor, but I saw his kids cleaning out the apartment a few weeks ago. Thats it.

So purgatory is a spacious apartment building in Parkdale, with a view of the lake. I think that it could be worse.

westlands

2007-09-09T08:23:00.000-05:00

i am feeling better. thank you. you are lovely boys.

xo

harold

2007-08-28T19:59:00.000-05:00

i've never lived in an apartment building before. it's weird. your relationships with your neighbours are intense. i guess because you're all in such close proximity to each other. i moved into this four story walk-up about a month ago. it's probably around 70 years old, u-shaped, pretty, and crumbling. there are maybe 40 units. i love it.

harold lives on the 3rd floor. he reminds me of seth, this comic book author i met once. he's awkward, far more than i am. this amuses me. i have seen him in his underwear, as he frequently cooks dinner with his kitchen door open to the fire escape, which i frequently climb down to get ice cream sandwiches from the variety store across the alley.

yesterday, when i got home from work, i was in the stairwell and dropped one of the suitcases i was carrying on my own foot. i might have let out a small yelp. harold was going up the stairs from the laundry room to his apartment. he heard me and stopped on the stairs. asked if i needed help. i said i was fine. he carried my suitcase up to the fourth floor for me while telling me that he lived on the third floor, just below me.

i've been worried about whoever it was that was living in the apartment one floor down from me since i have a tendency to blare music and stomp around in heels very late at night/very early in the morning. so i asked him if i was loud. he asked me "in what way?" wearing a suggestive sneer that seemed highly out of character when juxtaposed with his unassuming, pot-bellied, comb-overed, resident-hermit appearance.

we'll probably get married.

this just in: cops: still dumber than the rocks they want you to throw

2007-08-24T13:42:00.000-05:00

Montebello Police force desperately seeks wardrobe stylist, IQ above 80 a plus!

Like really, change your fucking boots. Duh.

the same ghost every night

2007-08-09T21:51:00.000-05:00

sigh. she is an old woman. seems nice. always in the kitchen. very short! ela has yet to warm up to her...

and now i can never leave

2007-08-08T19:02:00.000-05:00

holy shit i'm really loving parkdale.

i'm across the street from the fucking lake. i didn't think that was possible without living in some awful condo in queens quay. i have a fire escape/patio. i live basically right above stella luna and down the street from so many freshly made perogies, both of which i love. the variety store across the street has the best ice cream sandwiches. film buff is about 3 minutes away. i found the greatest table in the alley yesterday. my roommate came with an awesome zombie-child painting for the living room. i have a real bed again. and two closets. the buzzer works. ghandi and she said boom both have stores here. basically, why the fuck did i ever live anywhere else?

better clean up my act

2007-07-30T20:00:00.000-05:00

the wife gets back wednesday...

yeah... i don't really like kids either

2007-07-24T10:12:00.000-05:00

So this bi-partisan resolution that is apparently polling at 91% approval among the American public will be vetoed by Bush if it passes:

sorry, your child isn't worth 61 cents to me

Bush doesn't want a 61 cent Federal tax added on to cigarette purchases (with the revenue going towards health insurance for the 9 million uninsured children in the US) b/c he's "philisophically" opposed to it. Brilliant. For a nation who had to have the title of a Harry Potter movie altered from "The Philosopher's Stone" to "The Sorcerer's Stone" because people didn't know what a philosopher was, this is basically a perfect strategy to completely mystify the public and quell any protest.

Why do I continue to be shocked by the things this man does?

dance party! (help me buy groceries pls)

2007-07-17T09:53:00.000-05:00

I smashed in a Honda. I bought it a new door. Now I'm like, 3rd World poor. Come to my party!

The lurid details

blood, dirt, chinese philosophy

2007-07-15T17:19:00.000-05:00

on my way to isis' this dog came out of nowhere in the park, off the leash, on the dirt path by crawford. totally took me and my bike out. and i'm lying in the dirt and my bike is on top of me and the owner is apologizing and the dog is barking. this nice lady is patting my hair and telling me about the I Ching and how i must have a lot going on in my life because i'm a moving target or at least that is what the I Ching would call me. i may have hit my head. then eric from enterprise rent a car brings me a glass of water. i can't hold the water because my hands are shaking so the ice cubes are just clashing around violently in the cup. actually it was a wine glass. eric has two big diamond earrings and he's come out of this house beside the park where there are about 8 teenage boys yelling at him to "get her number, dog!" he once took two days off my car rental fees because i hated the neon i rented from them so much. he rides my bike around to make sure it isn't broken. the I Ching lady takes me to her house and cleans dirt out of my cuts and gives me tea. the dog owner knows cameron and elyse because they have the same breed of dog. the dog isn't hurt. she lets me pet her.

i've had enough crashes for awhile.

anyway, i think this is what the I Ching lady meant:

hi honey, how was your day?

2007-07-12T19:28:00.000-05:00

oh you know, it was cool. just kinda went to work. made you well... the most beautiful thing ever. you know the usual stuff. wrote you a love letter and turned it into a film. its not much, just you know, its basically perfect and touching and gorgeous. no big deal. just another day at the office.

uhhhhh... yay china?

2007-07-10T13:41:00.000-05:00

This is completely and exactly how I would deal with white collar crime *if* I were a dictator (I AM TOTALLY A DICTATOR!). None of this Scooter Libby shit for corporate actors or politicians who show complete disregard for human life. I don't generally support the death penalty, but for the exception of people who show a premeditated and calculated pattern of behavior that basically amounts to murder, like the douchebag referred to above.

size. totally matters.

2007-07-07T14:03:00.000-05:00

I would love for someone to set something like this up in Toronto. Even on a smaller scale. With me in charge of picking which videos to screen. And sleazeball directors bribing me (with alcohol) to show their videos. Hi! (I can see you!)

I once saw the Diableros vid for Sugar Laced Soul projected on a medium-sized screen... was cool... I could be happy with medium-sized.

dogs!

2007-07-02T22:44:00.000-05:00

Putin visits the Bushies in Kennebunkport. I am crossing fingers that Cheney flies in for a nice hunting trip!

sticks and stones

2007-06-29T10:45:00.000-05:00

Yeah, yeah. I'm a communist. Whatevs.

Castro vs Bush

The hypocrisy is pretty fucking rank here. Communism and dictatorship in Cuba is bad but in China its ok? Give me a break. The single most important reason behind Cuban poverty isn't Fidel Castro, but the bully-like trade embargo the US has held over the country for the last 50 yrs. Its funny to me that this 3rd world country still has a literacy rate that's higher than in the US, and there are fewer people sleeping on the streets of Havana than there are here in Toronto.

happy pride, fagatrons

2007-06-24T15:41:00.001-05:00

come over

2007-06-21T12:45:00.000-05:00

make me a snack, i'm kind of hungry/lazy. paint my nails for me. wash my sheets and towels. the recycling hasn't been taken out in weeks. there is more in the garage. read me that book that's been sitting on my shelf for the last month. after we finish my april issue of rolling stone. make me get a haircut. make me eat a vegetable. how old is that stuff in the fridge? throw it out. lets sleep for more than 6 hours and then make our own coffee in the morning. bring your favourite movie that i've never seen. give the dog a cookie. unplug the computer. i'm waiting.

seven more sleeps

2007-06-20T09:50:00.000-05:00

One of my favourite bands are coming from Brooklyn next Wednesday and playing a free show at Sneaky's. I can't wait. I've had their song "Forts" in my head/on my myspace for about a year. It'll be cool to finally hear it live. The wait is kind of killing me though.

BOGGS

cognitive dissonance

2007-06-18T21:00:00.000-05:00

soooooooo yeah. apparently thurston moore hangs out in my home town?

what?

serious stalking to ensue. stay tuned, kids.

we are not the marines

2007-06-15T14:35:00.000-05:00

we left a man behind.... shame on us.

KoTV @ SpaExcess (photos obvs. not by me!)

FYI: Spa Excess = a bath house in the village. FIRST BATH HOUSE!

Who wants a ride on the slurp ramp?

hollywood north

2007-06-12T20:11:00.000-05:00

My friend Carrie sent me this a few days ago... I am posting it now. Lazy. So lazy. Also, I have lost the ability to sleep. So I am brain dead...

Sicko

Apparently our hometown is getting the North American premier of Michael Moore's new doc? Weird... I can picture the theatre its going to play it (its in my old neighbourhood), and the giant suburban parking lot that stretches out in front of it... glamorous it is not. Ugly? Well, people protested the design of this theatre. And Londoners DO NOT protest outside of the confines of the University... and even those were always pretty poorly attended. So yeah. Ugly. I'll see if I can find a pic.

favourite

2007-06-06T09:50:00.000-05:00

God, this is good... can someone PLS tell me who directed???

star wars

2007-06-05T18:01:00.001-05:00

At least Reagan had Alzheimer's as an excuse:

post secret

2007-05-31T22:46:00.001-05:00

Tonight my friend Isis and I went to OCAD to hear Frank Warren speak about his community arts project Post Secret. Isis and I are both named after Bob Dylan songs. I feel that its a real bonding factor in our friendship. That, and the fact that she is hilarious and really fucking smart.

Anyway, Post Secret is actually amazing, it was started in 2004 (I think... fuck I'm bad at dates... oh the double entendre! Hahahahah! HAH! Sob!). Moving on: people from all over the world have sent this guy anonymous postcards that they have made and written a secret on, something that they haven't told anyone. Sometimes they're hilarious, and sometimes reading them makes you feel like you've been kicked in the stomach. Its weird/reassuring that certain things are just so terrible, but so universal. Frank said that he gets a lot of cards about suicide, and a lot about peeing in the shower.

He has all these secrets mailed to his home address, he gets about 1000/week. Then he posts 20 on his blog every Sunday. He's also published them in 3 different books. He talked about how he felt that making art wasn't about studying or formal training and more about the personal courage needed to take something you've made and show it to other people. That totally resonated with me. I know that if I were to send in a postcard (and I probably will), it would be something really fucking emo or emo-political or emo-ironic. Something I would deride as being completely lame if the lights were on and everyone could see me. Oh fuck, we're bordering on dramatic here. Also, bordering on using the word "fuck" one too many times in a note. Just check out his blog:

Post Secret

wheel of organ

2007-05-29T11:03:00.000-05:00

A friend of mine who spent a few months working in the Netherlands can attest to the following statement: Dutch people are MENTAL. Serious.

Nevermind THIS, a warped parade they have at Christmas where white guys dress up in black face and accompany Santa through town, now they've taken reality tv to a level that is just WRONG:

Win my Kidney!

Thank god for the photographer passed out on my couch last night

2007-05-26T12:53:00.001-05:00

I came home with the intention of writing a rllly drunken, emo blog (I think I would have referred repeatedly to "the scene"...eep). But there was some dude sleeping beside my computer. Phew!

vid (creatve title, i know)

2007-05-23T21:52:00.000-05:00

This song could be terrible, I haven't watched the vid with the sound on yet... but its directed by Michel Gondry (who I love), and so I don't care.

I read ink

2007-05-23T20:13:00.000-05:00

I've been reading Solzhenitsyn's The First Circle since I found it last week in a used book store in London. Shockingly, its fucking depressing. Like Sylvia-Plath-writing-about-terminally-ill-children-in-the-Sudan-depressing. Its a 400+ page novel that describes the minutiae of three days worth of living in a part of the Russian gulag designated for professionals and academics. While they aren't made to do hard labour like the other prisoners, they're still captives of Stalin's Soviet government. The title references Dante's first circle of Hell and the limbo-like state these guys live in. I'm at the part where its looking as though they are about to sacrifice themselves to the hard labour camps in Siberia in order to make some sort of moral point. I'm missing Nabokov, he never moralizes.

Anyway, it was all getting to be a bit heavy and doing absolutely nothing for my mood, so I switched. I'm now re-reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I find it hilarious. It makes me laugh out loud, which books rarely do. But I've read it already, and everything I bought last weekend is in the same depressing vein as The First Circle, with the exception of the Anais Nin, but I don't think I can deal with her right now... so basically this was a long-winded plea for summer reading recommendations/book loans. I can deal with "dark" or even "bleak", just not "hopeless" or also anything with the word "Shopaholic" in the title. Go.

puppies, rainbows and motherfucking sunshine, ok?

2007-05-17T09:21:00.000-05:00

RIGHT HERE.

architecture for the deranged

2007-05-14T19:45:00.000-05:00

My most recent obsession is with monuments people have built to... well, their own insanity. I don't know, maybe insanity is too harsh a word. But they definitely aren't expressions of normality... but I guess art never is. Although I find Monet pretty fucking boring.

This kind of started a few years ago when my Nana came back from Prague with a book for me on the bone cathedral, Sedlec Ossuary. The interior of the building is decorated and furnished with items constructed from human skeletons, like 40 000 of them. Apparently a lot of Czechs died during the Black Death and wanted to be buried here. Too many. So when the cathedral was reconstructed they put this carpenter dude in charge of making some sense and order out of all these bones. Personally, my first instinct would be incineration, then a bone chandelier. Luckily for lovers of the macabre (ME!!), he thought differently:

I really, really, really need to see this IRL. Its hurting me.

Also: a friend of mine was working in LA last summer and was telling me about driving into Watts after dark (picture a skinny Jewish boy with glasses, sorry Fred, but you are) to see the towers while being followed by an LAPD helicopter the entire time. I had never heard of the towers despite the fact that Fred claims they are in basically every LA-set film or tv show. Anyway, this Italian guy spent about 33 years of his life building these 17 towers on his property, mostly from steel and wire, but also using mortar to inlay stuff you might find in your recycling bin, to make the most beautiful mosaics. Then he moved because he didn't like his neighbours.

After nearly being demolished by the city, the towers are now a National Historic Landmark. Which makes me feel like an even bigger jerk for not knowing about them.

So I think my whole thing is that these guys, a woodcarver and a construction worker, built this shit with none of the pretense usually attributed to the art world, or without any concern about being viewed as "artists". Also the scale of their work kind of awes me. I'm looking for more examples of this kind of thing... so if you know any, link pls.

Patrick Wolf was amazing.

2007-05-11T21:33:00.000-05:00

Also: do NOT try to out-suicide Graydon. You'll be all "I would dive off the bar and take one of those spikey lights right in the chest!" And you'll think you're hott shitt. But then he'll come back with a game plan involving the dragon with the glowing orb, an electrical cord, and goldschlagger. And you'll feel so lame.

americans

2007-05-09T13:38:00.000-05:00

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAH

hahaha

hah

hahahahahahahahah

heh

ok, i get it, you're in "love"

2007-05-07T10:35:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I was walking down the street, in a good mood (read: Bailey's in my coffee) with Ela when she decides to do one of her characteristic middle-of-the-sidewalk (why wait for grass?) poops. Not a big deal. She finishes, I pick up, we're good. But as I look up, there's a wall of people coming down the sidewalk towards me. Fine, we can squeeze through, only the people I'm trying to squeeze past are a couple, holding hands, and apparently, unwilling to let go.

Instead, they lift their arms making a little arch for me, dog, and dog poop, to pass under. Problem: they're like, 5'3 and 5'7, respectively. I'm 5'9 and wearing heels. Its fucking ridiculous. Really? You can't unclasp hands for the 2.5 seconds it will take me to get by you? I have to crouch down to pass under your midget-bridge? If I hadn't had a leash in one hand and a bag of shit in the other I totally would have karate chopped their hands apart.

meow-ovitch

2007-05-03T19:48:00.000-05:00

omg my loves for russians just surpassed my hates for cats.

I'm so alone.

2007-05-03T16:18:00.000-05:00

I locked up my bike on Queen St. today and was gone for about 4 hrs before I got back to find that I had left the book I had just bought in my bike basket. It was Nabokov's Glory. Does no one else like Russian Lit? This is Toronto, not Pleasantville. Why the fuck didn't anyone steal it?

i don't really feel bad about stealing

2007-04-28T17:01:00.000-05:00

... i just feel bad about stealing from the same people all the time. and then not crediting them. and then deleting their comments off of my blog if they try to take any credit. and then laughing about it a little.

everything i want to write about happened in 2004

2007-04-26T17:30:00.000-05:00

so i'll just say goodbye to jess with this little gem:

bring me back a designer-knock-off-something-or-other from milan!

na zdorovia, boris

2007-04-23T16:51:00.000-05:00

Russia's first democratically elected, post-soviet leader died today. Famous for forging ties with the West and infamous for sinking his newly capitalist country into economic disaster, Yeltsin was a true Russian. By which I mean that he was drunk. In public. Frequently.

Sportsovitch: Yeltsy playing tennis with a cosmonaut.

Danceovitch: Presh!! Yeltsy rocking out at a concert. I couldn't love Russians more.

Diplomatovitch: The drunk and the cheat. And yet still, somehow infinitely preferable to Putin and Bush.

bandaids

2007-04-16T16:56:00.000-05:00

why are cnn and george bush talking about metal detectors in colleges and a comforting loving god and not fucking gun control? why can't i change the channel? god damn.

congratulations, my little steel fagnolia!

2007-04-12T22:38:00.000-05:00

to me!

2007-04-09T18:31:00.000-05:00

For those who are wondering, on April 30th I'll happily accept any of the following, without too much protest or "You shouldn't haves!"

1. Yes, ok. Another one:

2. My own entry in Wikipedia. I will also be satisfied with an entry in IMDB! Who said Tauruses weren't flexible?

3. Anything, just anything from Burberry Prorsum's Spring or Fall line. I am not difficult! I am however, hopelessly preppy:

4. The crown off of the statue of the Virgin Mary from that church on Manning. Jeff, I got you a crown last year, its time for you to step up!

5. Veuve: all sizes fit!

The following is also a perfectly acceptable substitution:

Its the end result that matters, right?

....aaaaaaaaaaaaand wasted.

6. My dad owns this. Like, fuck. GIVE IT TO ME ALREADY:

Ok! Only 21 shopping days left, friends.

saladeatingfriends

2007-04-04T15:07:00.000-05:00

http://toronto.craigslist.org/art/306099293.html

I'm moving to Atlanta?

2007-04-03T12:08:00.000-05:00

I keep getting these weird emails in my gmail account that are meant for a woman whose name has one less "r" in it that mine does. Its so awkward because I never know if I should email back and let them know that they're sending mail to Corrina and not Corina. But I've come to the decision that Corina is some sort of madame or high class hooker and now I want more of her mail! Way more interesting than the shit I usually get (eg. "Someone from your high school has written on your facebook wall!" Woo-fucking-hoo.)

Anyway, I only have one of these emails left in my trash, but there were about 3 or so more, all in the same vein of "Hey, you're going to Atlanta! Here's some guy you should meet!" Its either a super aggressive dating-service type thing, or my name twin is a very Pretty Woman:

Subject: Hi Miss Atlanta!

"Hopefully I’m seeing you before you head east (and south). But just in case, I met a cute guy in Sun Valley. Here’s what I remember; Terry is his first name, he owns 2 bars/restaurants in DT Atlanta named Halo and Opera. Opera is just opening, he renovated old opera house. He lives in mid-town and appeared to be in late thirties.

So there you go….you never know what could happen…

Sorry I missed the celebration last night, I got back to PDX this morning, I hope it was great fun. Michele is trying to get a walk/breakfast organized this week, so as I said I hope to see you in the next few days. If not, best of luck to you and your journey, I know you will love Atlanta; it’s really beautiful and has all the right elements.

Margie"

**Margie is a total slut name and "right elements" is obvs. code for "rich men and cheap drugs." Fuck, so transparent.

Apparently I stole this

2007-03-29T15:46:00.000-05:00

But its really awesome so I don't care.

Thou shalt always kill

raging party at the coc?

2007-03-15T13:10:00.000-05:00

Not sure if this is a sign of spring's arrival, but ummmm... a lot of people seem to be venturing out onto the street more. To barf. This morning I walked by a higher than usual number of vomit puddles. I think I saw about 4. Granted, I do live quite close to Queen and Bathurst, a corner which is no stranger to puke. I think its the combination of sketchy bars (I miss you, Queenshead!) and Pizza Pizza.

But on my way to York and Adelaide, I passed the new Canadian Opera Company building and saw this:

Seriously? Like you got tanked at intermission and barfed up your snack (I always get a Haagen Daz ice cream bar!)? And that is a LOT of puke.

I was really happy that no one from my law firm busted me taking pictures of someone else's puke.

man man

2007-03-14T17:34:00.000-05:00

I'm doing this on Saturday, in Ottawa, at Zaphod's. You're all invited.

chic ou pas chic? (might be the best game we've ever invented)

2007-03-14T17:00:00.000-05:00

I've been away and missing my computer. It's too fragile to travel with me since it's about 9yrs old right now, which in computer years is like, 103. I clearly need a new one. I mean, I like vintage but fuck, this is getting ridiculous.

Anyway, it missed out on a four day sojourn to London, where I'm from. A culturally barren wasteland. The upside was that we were all well-rested and cheery for our early morning call times. This was because there is fucking nothing to do there other than work and sleep, a huge contrast to the next city we were in, Montreal. There were some rough mornings in Montreal, but so well worth it. I'm in love with Montreal.

Jeff is the best roommate ever, by the way. He's super clean, and super glamorous:

spoke too soon

2007-03-01T14:25:00.000-05:00

so glad its march!

*sniff*......... SOB!!!

wrecking ball

2007-02-28T15:53:00.000-05:00

sometimes i really love my job. not the actual job part of the job but the lack of a schedule and the freedom to take a two hour walk in the afternoon with ela, jeff, and coffee. such a perfect day. sun swung in like a wrecking ball, smashing this awful, grey february sky that i feel like i've been staring into for so long now. so many people out on the street, out of hibernation. puddles like lakes instead of mountains of snow. one day til march.

just me?

2007-02-26T12:06:00.000-05:00

Or does Steve Carell (of Daily Show and Little Miss Sunshine fame)...

look just like Iran's Mahmoud Ahmadinejad (of Israel has no right to exist and I am a crazy extremist who is destroying an otherwise incredible society fame)?

pink elephants

2007-02-24T13:26:00.000-05:00

Thanks to Carrie, I read a lot about fetuses, neonates (what docs refer to babies as!) and the nastiness that can occur when someone is kooky enough to get themselves knocked up. Even a perfectly healthy pregnancy is like a Japanese horror film that lasts nine months. But, when your best friend is in med school and asks you to edit papers for her, you become exposed to some pretty unique medical nightmares. Google "stone baby". I fucking dare you.

So I've come to view the fetus as a gross and somewhat dangerous phenomenon. Pics of them generally freak me out, however, I found this on National Geographic.

Elephant fetus! I won't lie. I THINK IT'S SO CUTE!!! And it looks a little like the Elephants in Fantasia. Only a little less creepy. .

"destruction is an obstruction for construction"

2007-02-22T09:27:00.000-05:00

I'm always about 6 months behind when it comes to "the" movie to see. I think that the only Oscar-nominated movie I've seen for this year is Little Miss Sunshine. I just never watch tv and never see previews so most of my film-related info comes from the reviews in Now magazine and more than once, I've gone to Queen Video, stared at the racks for 40 minutes, and left empty-handed. Last week though, my roommate came home with The Science of Sleep and I loved it. Same director as Eternal Sunshine and watching it gave me the same feeling about how tenuous our grip on reality seems to be, when it comes to what is "real" and what is perceived by our brains/hearts.

Stephane can't seem to tell the difference between what he dreams and what he lives while awake. In real life he has a job cutting and pasting together calendar mock-ups, in his dreams he is the over-lord of everyone in his office and has his own talk show. With an egg carton and corrugated cardboard set. The special-effects are low-tech, stop-animation stuff, and amount to Stephane building his grandiose ideas and dreams literally out of garbage. I really like that metaphor for the astronomical heights of success (monetary and other) that are expected of us, and the obsolete tools we're told to use in order to get there. Am I being melodramatic?

I like that the closest and most intimate relationships Stephane has with other people are in his dreams and his real life interactions with people are painfully awkward to watch. I'm shy, I totally relate. I also like that he is a drummer, in a band, in a bear suit.