see blog title.

I guess the title of my blog seems appropriate because I really have been slacking on these post things.
I am currently obsessed with these songs:

the Stories - Brother Louie


the Cure - Just Like Heaven


I know this is a lame excuse for a post, but hopefully this will get the ball sc-rolling.

sunny with a chance of goose down

what could be better than massive pillow fights in cities all over the world? not much and this is why I'm happy to have become aware of international pillow fight day. if this idea doesn't appeal to you, take a look at this video I came across...



so Torontonians, May 8 get ready to come down with a serious case of the pillows. (get it?)

everyone was wearing mondrian fingerless gloves

Mr. Julian Casablancas will be at Le National in Montreal this Thursday and, fancy that, so will I! hopefully he will be wearing his fingerless gloves. because apparently everyone was.

three. days.
trois. joueurs.

Julian Casablancas - Left & Right in the Dark

fiftypeopleonequestion.com

time travel for cheap

I came across a blog with some spiffy pictures for thought.

a Robert Krulwich said:
how many times have I wandered into a room and wondered what was it like right here, right where I'm standing, fifty years ago? seventy years ago? one hundred years ago?
somebody knows. among the hundreds of millions of old photos crammed into shoe boxes and albums, somebody somewhere has an old photo of this very room. and if by some magic I could fetch that photo, I could hold it in front of me and see the room that was while standing in the room that is. with a flick of my eye I could travel across time from now to then.

cowabunga, dood!

the devil's swimming pool
Victoria Falls, Africa

















one of my favourite photographs.
the natural rock ledge reduces the current and stops swimmers from floating over the edge, which is definitely a good thing when swimming near waterfalls. I think it would be so incredible, surreal. so, if anyone's up for taking a trip with me sometime between now and whenever, let me know. definitely beats the pool in my backyard.

haaaai blog

it's been way too long. let's catch up, old friend.

so here goes my first post, again. such a lazy day. it consisted of copious amounts of coffee, wes anderson and occasionally getting up to move from one couch to another. this was much needed after my pops' fiftieth birthday bash last night. it was a great night with great people and SO much sushi. unfortunately i was a little too distracted to snag myself any. that's not usually how I roll.

I just checked out Jónsi’s webpage and was excited to hear about the limited edition of his new record - Go. the most amazing part - it comes in a velvet-lined box. I am a sucker for velvet and surprise goodies. I know there are a lot of MGMT covers/remixes/whatnot out there in the music world, but Jónsi really nailed it with his version of Time to Pretend. this one's racked up its play count on my iTunes this week.

Jónsi - Time to Pretend

Jónsi - Boy Lilikoi







maryanne

something happened tonight that will change me forever.

tonight my neighbour committed suicide.
I've been sitting here for too long re-reading that sentence over and over again and it never fails to make me feel sick with sadness. what comes next? what to say, to feel, to do. is there such a thing as a writer's block towards real life decisions? what about that space between the chapter just written and the one that is about to begin? this is where I find myself now; straddling the all of a sudden not-so-certain verbs and nouns of chapters written and those to come. this is the time where everything is put into perspective. you start to analyze every page, every line, every word, every little bit of punctuation you've used along the way. a favourite english teacher of mine did tell me once that
"you can't dwell on the past. it'll drive you crazy."
I didn't know at the time, but now I realize that it's a problem I deal with a lot more than I would have ever thought. in life, there are no such things as revised final drafts. we are all living rough copies.

she has two kids. a boy and a girl. I was standing outside my house in the snow. I couldn't see myself but i'm sure if i could i can imagine what my expression would have shown -- nothing. it's that moment you see in the movies when one character stands completely still as the world continues to spin out of control. and then I saw her daughter step out of the house and I looked at her. i don't think I will ever be able to explain what I felt at that moment. all of a sudden I was right beside her and then the next thing I knew, I couldn't let her go. at first, it felt like one of those hugs where only one person was making the effort but I didn't care at all. this little girl did not need to make any sort of effort right now; she just needed to be. I held on and, totally unexpectedly, felt her tiny arms give me one squeeze.

just when I think i can't possibly have a thought left in my head, it completely fills up again. it feels never-ending. I don't know whether it's pointless to try to understand these kinds of things, but I can't not try. i have too many questions and not even close to enough answers. after deciding to go out to keep my mind off things, I came home with my mission not even close to being accomplished. I needed to talk. i woke up my dad. we started talking about it and i was just trying to understand how people think, when he said, "it's all dark. they don't see any light." i understood what he was trying to say in that moment. it made me mad and sad and helpless and a million and one other emotions. I want to be a light, a match, a lamp, a flashlight. I would set someone's world on fire if i had to, to get them to open their eyes and see something.

I will never understand this crazy place we live in.

this tastes w-awesome

just a thought.

I'm not saying that there are too many out there, but I find it funny that there is even one food name that contains the world awful. it definitely does not do anything to help make anything sound very appetizing. I've never actually tried a Falafel, but as far as I'm concerned, people seem to enjoy them.

and as for waffles, I don't see anything w-awful about them.

wovely

wheel, meet shovel. shovel, this is wheel.

that must have been how it happened. either way, I am glad that the wheel and the shovel met. because, if they hadn't, I would never have been introduced to "the Wovel".

it's kind of like playing on a see-saw... except with snow.

but no matter how cool and unique the idea is, anyone who uses this thing naturally looks ridiculous. but life is ridiculous, so I think we all should just kick back, relax and shovel some snow.

what can I say? I wove it.

life: the movie

think of your life as a movie. you're born, you put in a blank tape. you press play and your life starts. the tape is rolling and with that seconds, minutes, hours, days, pass by that you'll never get back. it's a weird concept to think about. you'll only experience these moments once until they're considered the past and you're looking to the future. people say you shouldn't dwell on the past, but focus on the present and what is going to happen next. well i think that's pretty ridiculous. i have so many memories i wouldn't trade for the world. i think it's the moments and the experiences that make a person who they are. some different decisions made in your life, and you could be another person completely. you need to take the time every once in a while and press rewind. it all plays out in the story of your life. it's not only the life-altering major instants, but those inbetween moments, that make you, you. when i think about life one quote sticks out; one of my favourite lines. "when all one requires is that perfect song on that perfect drive to feel infinite". so live life to your own tune, in that dream car, and hit the road.