a calzone you say

I’m beginning to think there are certain foods one should just not be allowed to eat in public.

Or rather, that I shouldn’t be allowed to eat in public because I either end up wearing my meal, or harming others.

Basically anything with filling. Oversized cheery tomatoes (nothing says thanks for sharing a meal like a tomato goo to the eye). Or salad. I can never eat salad gracefully without having to cut up lettuce with my knife and half the fun of salad is seeing how much you can load onto your fork (or is that just me?). Yet even if I am careful, I’ll end up sending a crouton flying across the room each and everytime I attempt to eat salad in public. Although they don’t go as far as peas, I have learned.

Perhaps along with the mini whisk I carry in my purse, I should carry a large bib. And extra serviettes for those caught in my path.

I just need an extra pair of shoes to load in bag and then I’ll officially be my Gran.

and i will learn by studying the lessons in my dreams

I will admit, I am not the biggest Weezer fan. I enjoy their music if I happens upon my path, but normally I wouldn’t go looking for it (although I did buy Pinkerton back in the day). However, what attracts me to their music is not necessarily their sound, but the hilarity I find in their lyrics. Yet I was pleasantly surprised with their latest release Weezer [Red Album] that my foot was tapping along to the beat a little more than smiling to the lyrics. A perfect balance seem to have struck.

Certain songs on this album (Troublemaker for instance) beg for a car stereo and windows rolled down. Although my environmental footprint now is much better than last summer, I do miss driving fast down the 402 with my wrist twirling outside the window, head swaying to the rhythm and my hair doing its dance in the wind. There is something about driving in the heat, legs sticking to the seats, sunglasses protecting the glare of the sun that is just divine.

Although walking down the street with a bemused smile upon ones face is good as well.

Since loading this album into my stereo a few days ago, I’ve noticed it has lifted my spirits. Perhaps everyone does just want to dance to a happy song.

Troublemaker

Heart Songs

Everybody Get Dangerous

Anything pleasantly surprise you lately?

why steve jobs is on my shitlist

I made a bet when I was 18 that I would never watch the Star Wars films. The reasons for the bet are ridiculous, and in my defense it arose from me trying to watch them in the first place.

Over the years almost all my friends have told me I should watch the series not because they are important films, but because I would most likely enjoy the story. And recently, I have decided they’re right, I should give the films a go.

Enter problems:
Region 1 vs Region 2 & My Mac.

In a room far away, some time ago, a group of people sat and decided that all Mac computers should get (what I like to call) wishes. Wishes to turn your dvd player between regions. However, you only get 5 chances before the computer freezes and you’re stuck in that region, forever.

f-o-r-e-v-e-r

When I moved here I switched regions, however I have since switched back, as when I was home I brought back my dvd collection. So I have 3 wishes left, which really isn’t a lot. I have searched for a software program that allows you multi-regional access, but it seems its very hard (if not impossible) to implement on a Mac, on a PC is quite easy. Figures.

While I have been contemplating over the past few weeks to use one of my wishes to switch back and watch the films, I’ve decided its quite silly, as 80% of my dvd collection is Region 1. Instead, I’m getting my family to send me them via NA Amazon. However, I’m still on a quest, hence the reason for this ramble.

Does anyone know how to get around the regional difficulties?

If you answered no to the above, here’s another:

What film (or series of films) have you not seen but everyone thinks you should?

was it a car or a cat i saw?

Feeling a lot better today. Bruising is still very cumbersome to deal with but its better than stitches.

You know what word that is not used enough? Abscond.

I heart that word so. I’ve been mulling over my favourite words today (all-time favourite words still remain; paradox and palindrome), and then that got me thinking about my favourite song lyrics.

Do you have a favourite lyric/verse?

If you’re anything like me this changes on a daily basis, but when I started to ponder, a list of songs rushed to my head, and here’s a few from the top.

“You’re making mountains of handkerchiefs, where the mascara always runs…” – Andrew Bird

“The ones who love us best are the ones we’ll lay to rest. And visit their graves on holidays at best. The ones who love us least are the ones we’ll die to please. If it’s any consolation, I don’t begin to understand…” – The Replacements

“I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long. Smiling and waving and looking so fine. Don’t think you knew you were in this song…” David Bowie

“Porcelain, do you carry the moon in your womb…” Red Hot Chili Peppers

“It’d be tragic if those evil robots win…” The Flaming Lips

“I shuffle through my mind to see if I can find the words I left behind. Was it just a dream that happened long ago? Oh well…Nevermind.” – Green Day

“And now we nervous walk here, swinging arms like satellites…” – Handsome Furs

“The white undersides of my thighs look much better in the dark light…” -Sunset Rubdown

And in unrelated news, have you read this?

I won’t be able to travel very freely anymore if this happens. I once had a friend get detained at the CAN/US border because he was traveling with burned software cds, but my question is how can they check ipods? I know copyright is a big issue, but I feel like there are bigger fish to fry.

Ah, and one more thing. Woxy’s Modern Rock Top 500 list. I like lists. Twas pleasantly surprised at the number 3 choice, although it wasn’t new to the chart this year. And happy to see some PB&J at 250.

Song of the Minute: Shut Up, I am Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings – Sunset Rubdown

you just kind of wasted my precious time. but don’t think twice, it’s alright.

So the Guillemots concert…from what I remember it was quite impressive. For the amount of instruments this band uses I wasn’t sure if they would be able to pull off a live show. But they did, I’m looking forward to seeing them again at the Wireless Festival in July.

Thankfully, I made it most of the way through the concert, and then I took a fall and blacked out. If you read my blog last summer (and the summer before, damn blueberries) you’ll know I have vertigo and its offset by various factors. Last night I felt a tingling in my left ear, and in combination with the lights and low blood sugar…well the last thing I remember is saying to my friend I need to sit down and then the next, looking up at a paramedic asking me what my name was. I vaguely remember falling, but really just feeling the pressure of the ground, and more spots in my eyes. I do remember loosing all hearing right before I fell though. Again, I hit my head, but no stitches this time, just a hell of a lot of bruising. I have just been sleeping all day, as I had today booked off for other doctors appointments (good timing?) but its so hard to sleep when its your neck and head that is the source of the pain.

Perhaps I need more pillows.

I wish this month would just start over, its been absolutely horrible, but at least I have stolen sweet n’ low to help make my tea taste a little more like home.

Oh, and I found a dancing banana so there’s that. This video is funny, probably better than the song itself.

help solve an arguement

What is the object Ali is holding? And what do you think its made of?

we are just seconds in a day

Where do I start with this man’s discography? I only have a smattering, which is in need of broadening.

Been listening to a lot of Spiritualized this weekend. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed them. They have a certain power over me quite like The Flaming Lips. I couldn’t find a quality version of this video but the song is divine, I Think I’m in Love.

I’m going to see the Guillemots tomorrow. I had forgotten completely about the concert, as tickets were bought months ago, when I was in another head space. I will admit I’m not really looking forward to going to see them, although I enjoy their music muchly. The soaring nature of their music just reminds me of another time. Well, at least it will get me out of the house and gear me up for Wednesday, which I shall need my energy for.

handclaps

k-os – flyPaper

k-os – Valhalla (ft. kevin drew and sam roberts)

i dare you to listen to one of these songs and not tap your foot just a wee bit.

listening to k-os is home to me…

so is walking down princess street in kingston past asha

watching the leaves rustle in the sunshine

standing in the middle of a roundabout on claremont road waiting for the cars to slow

rounding the bend in stanley park past the mermaid statue

sitting under the bridge tasting vinegar on my lips

i have no home at the moment, just places and people that remind me of that imaginary feeling of home.

this is okay because you make home wherever you are. new friends, new jokes, new stories. you put up posters with thumbtacks, align your bookshelves with memories new and old, no matter if dwelling for months, a year, or a the definite future. i’d rather make my mark for the short term when flail completely in the in between space. plus, i find once you’ve filled the silence of a room with handclaps and laughter…its yours, forever.

the space between spaces

I will admit, yesterday was quite a tumultuous day. A rollercoaster of emotions, but the finer points of my day included some very lovely messages, phone calls and shout outs that really made me smile. Other highlights:

A UPS post slip in my mailbox telling me I have a parcel waiting for me.

Cupcakes.

A pint of cider and good conversation.

Dogs dressed as bananas.

A phone call from a family member via payphone just to say I love you.

Purple boots….and a purple pashmina.

Chocolate tea…and popcorn.

A birthday dinner, with wine and good friends.

Framed photographs of candid bliss.

And making the pot even more sweet – this post here. Probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me.

One day I’ll learn to accept compliments without crying. One day. ;) Blondie, I eagerly await Spain and the debauchery we will undoubtedly get ourselves into. Lets just hope we won’t have to take the metro at any time.

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Who has seen the latest Indiana Jones film?

I went to see it this afternoon and throughly enjoyed it, although I did have issues with the ending. Feel free to discuss your thoughts in the comments. Its one of those films that makes me miss university. Especially my all-time favourite professor, Burke. He was our film god.

One of the things I love about going to the cinema is the ability a film has over you. For me music is a great escape, but often times makes me reflect inwards. Whereas film, I totally loose myself and forget about anything and everything around me. Time and place fade into the background and I fully ingest the images playing back to me on the screen and from go, I am looking for the subtleties.

And like any good film student, I stay until the last credit rolls.

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Oh, and I’m the proud owner of a compass now.

Pocket watch. Check.

Top hat. Check.

A real monocle….one day, one day.

purple flowers

I have fabulous friends. They keep me sane and warm the cockles of my heart. Your family more or less has to love you (right?) I think its written somewhere. But one has this amazing ability to get to choose friends and if really lucky you’ll choose the right ones.

Thanks for the birthday wishes, my day is starting off on the right foot.

Barb, much thanks for the dancing hotdog card and Ali for leading me to this picture. Whoever can find me a picture of a dancing banana – I will love you forever!