From the boys in Hollerado out of Manotick, Ontario and now via Montreal. There is just something about this song that makes me tap my foot. I’d call it indie power pop, and after a long day it’s nice to dance in the kitchen whilst making breakfast for dinner at 10pm to a little pop.
This week I’ve accessioned a collection of 1930s women’s lingerie. Mostly slips. The embroidery is very detailed, and they really are quite lovely, so although it’s been a bit tedious sewing accession numbers into them, I’m happy with how everything has turned out.
We have some other pieces that would go well with the collection so I’m thinking about doing an “underwear” exhibit in the fall. Our research files are full of old ads just like this. I think it could work. Thoughts?
I saw on the music blogs that Vampire Weekend covered Rancid, raised an eyebrow, said ‘Really?’ and clicked past. Now I can’t seem to click anywhere without seeing it, so I gave and listened to the track, and didn’t find it anything special, so I’m slightly confused to what all the fuss it about. You can listen to it here, and decide for yourself.
I’d like them to cover The Clash, or something with a little more kick.
Is there a song you’d like to hear one of your favourite artists cover?
And in unrelated news, one of my favourite shows, The Big Bang Theory has an episode tonight about the Large Hadron Collider; remember the article I posted a few weeks back? Ever since I read it, I was wondering when the show would visit it as a plot topic. Wonder no longer. If you haven’t been watching the show, you really should. It’s one of the three things on television that keep me entertained every time I tune in.
I love experimenting with different textures in my art/craft projects. I think that’s why I was drawn to start working with different types of felt. I’ve stepped up my felt game, I started making gift tags to go along with birthday gifts, and using colourful thread, hand stitching the outsides. They are coming along quite well, I’ll take picture when they are done.
Working on them made me really wish I had my sewing machine here. I’m hesitant to ask actually if it’s still at my parents. My mother has this wonderful habit of dispensing of my stored stuff without asking, which I’ve always found odd since it isn’t taking up room in their house, but the storage outside. Anyway, I hope it’s still there, as I have a plan to make a felt wreath, stitched on four fabric blocks (probably 12×12), with the hope that it will end up like a wall hanging.
In my search for inspiration, I found this great site; Modern Fabric. So. Many. Wonderful. Fabrics. I need to do some garage sale hunting, score an antique frame, that one of these fabrics would look fabulous in and bravo, I have myself a new, updated tack board.
I’ve been fortunate enough to have taken the train across large parts of Canada, the US and Europe, and I never tire of it.
I especially love in cities such as Newcastle, or here in the lower mainland where the metro is not underground, but above so the city sweeps by you as you travel from neighbourhood to neighbourhood, under bridges and wrapping around the Fraser River. Sure, taking it day after day can get to you, but I love taking it on the weekend when I’m not pressed for time, can snag a coveted seat, listen to the ipod and free the mind and just digest from whatever the week threw out.
It also helps when your stop is the Vancouver Art Gallery, and you’re headed to see Leonardo Da Vinci’s The Mechanics of Man exhibit.
This makes the trip back home filled with so many amazing thoughts you may even miss your stop and ride a little longer.
Well for me at least. I’m celebrating tonight by playing the Pixies really loud and making chocolate cake. Slicing up eyeballs I want you to know! Because it’s been a bitch of a week, and those are two things that always make me feel better.
Here is something else that made me laugh today.
Something that made you smile/laugh today, or this week?
I don’t do dishes daily, as living alone I don’t really ever build up enough to warrant running the dish washer every night, and often times I’ll just do them by hand anyway, but they’ll always sit there for a while before. So, I rinse after using, always.
This morning I was running a bit behind, emptying rubbish bins and all the goodness that goes along with garbage day, so I quickly gobbled down my morning bowl of cereal (this week Special K), placed the bowl on the counter and looked around for my shoes, to finish getting ready. I had my arms all loaded up with my stuff for the day, recycling, etc and headed to the front door when out of the corner of my eye I see the bowl on the counter and the flakes splashed along the side of the plum ceramic, and what do I hear in my head?
“Little beige blisters of air.”
And it’s at that moment I realize George Carlin’s standup bit on Rice Krispies is the reason I rinse my dishes so much. So of course, I emptied my arms, rinsed the bowl and then left for the day.
I couldn’t find the clip on YouTube, they seem to have all been removed, but you can stream the audio here. Click ‘Play Song.’
Had a school tour through the museum today, a grade two class of about 25 kids.
There were some great answers in response to my questions. For instance someone thought the Telephone Exchange was a time machine. But the best, most hilarious question?
“Was there colour when you were born?”
A question that stemmed from me asking them about black and white photographs, and why where they black and white.
This fellow thought that colour did not come into effect until the 1990s, that the world itself was in black and white until then.
I could get behind this if the perimeter cameras were also multi colour LED lights, and flashed at varying speeds depending on the music you were playing.
That might be too much multitask to ask for though.
I knew today would be a little fuzzy when I realized I forgot my glasses (now two days in a row, well done), but before 9am I was ready to start the day over, which is never good.
Huge error in communication with one of the projects I am working on. So much so that it could erase the last week of my work, and create another two, at least. The most frustrating thing is it wasn’t my fault, however when dealing with varying levels of government ones tongue has to be bitten to save the potential end result. And of course no one is returning my calls, so I wait trying really hard to stay awake while Stephen Fry’s voice blasts out of the other room.
Bah. Rewind, let’s start the month over again.
What’s a good tune to wash away Monday blues?
You know, one to get you up on the table and dance, which would fun especially if this was your coffee table. Or for something a little more funky.
Hey, did everything just taste purple for a minute?
Lyrics for the Moment
"You can have what's mine if it helps you stay afloat."
Word of the Week
Rapacious (adjective): Given to plunder; seizing by force; Subsisting on prey.
Quotable Quotes
The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done.
Current Fist Shake
Grant applications.
Song of the Week
Safe and Sound - Electric President
Concert Outings
BRMC @ Commodore Ballroom - March 6
Timber Timbre @ St James Square - March 30 Spoon @ Orpheum Theatre - Aprill 11 Liars @ Venue - April 30