Sunday, February 28, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
So glad a new generation gets to be exposed to these literary gems.
I wonder if they'll start up the Babysitter's Little Sister Club again? I'm sure I've got my old membership kit somewhere... ;)
Okay so I was going to show a clip from the movie (that I most definately watched/loved) but instead I found a clip from the tv series (which I didn't know existed) which stars a hilariously young and adorable Zach Braff. AMAZING.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Taken By Trees was the open act. I really dug the "Middle-Eastern feel" to her newer songs, as well as the African-like percussion
The headliner was El Perro del Mar. She's easily one of the coolest chicks I have ever seen in real life...or maybe ever. I'd never heard of before but all my friend had to do to get me to go to the concert was to show me this video:
I went for a walk. A long walk. From Glen Stewart Ravine Park through the Beaches along the boardwalk and home. I stepped in mud and patted dogs as joyous as I was to be outside. I sat on a bench and stared at the ocean while eating a juicy red apple and listening to passersby.
Tonight I went to a concert. I heard two enviable and talented women sing beautiful songs with a brilliant band. I marveled at visual displays and gleefully squinted at bright, colourful lights.
Not once today did I lament that I 'should' be doing something else or 'wish' that I could be somewhere else. I was present. I was content.
Spring is coming and I cannot wait.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Does the piece fit into place?
Smart. Too smart.
I answer phones and staple memos
You objectify me with unfocused eyes and condescending smiles.
This is the wrong place.
My piece has too many jagged edges, sharp remarks.
I can objectify too.
The picture gets blurry
Cookie-cutter suits, crisp notes, dull shapes;
Signatures and dollar signs to make it worth the while.
Cut me up, fill the mould
Lines drawn, position filled.
File; Smile; Monotonous tile.
The piece fits, but is it in the right place?
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Just finished this article - very interesting. It's funny because despite being "a blogger" I consider myself to be quite a private, guarded person. It's slightly disconcerting to think about how much of Me is being broadcasted/shared without my knowledge or consent.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
I think this is the coolest thing since sliced bread. I've always secretly wanted to go to Russia / take the Trans-Siberian and now I can do it from the comfort of my own home! (A slightly less thrilling adventure, I'll admit however considerably more economical)
Check out this clip:
Or read the full article here.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
I really want to start taking more photos. I'm about to head out into the glorious afternoon sunshine for a stroll, maybe I'll take my handy dandy Canon Elph with me...
Seriously though, look at these photos
Thursday, February 11, 2010
When I came on I put this song on instead. Spring-like weather deserves something funky and upbeat.
Today marks the 20th Anniversary of the day Nelson Mandela was released from prison.
What is it that makes a person extraordinary? A dear friend and I were discussing this yesterday; whether it is the ability to push forward and be strong, or to remain steadfast and stoic when confronted with opposition. We didn't really make up our minds but concluded that to be extraordinary you must have faith in your beliefs. We weren't talking about religion, just a fundamental and fervent belief in what one deems to be true or what one stands for, to the point where no effort is too small in getting ones truth heard or belief understood. In order to achieve extraordinary things I think one must believe in herself when no one else will. Or perhaps a person can't be extraordinary on his own. Nelson Mandela said that he only achieved what he achieved because he always stood on the shoulders of giants that stood before him. Maybe part of what sets extraordinary people apart from everybody else is knowing when to stand alone and when to reach out for help.
On a day that celebrates the freedom of an extraordinary man, I suggest we think about what makes a man extraordinary and about the moments when we are extraordinary; for while there are few Mandelas, Luther Kings, and Picassos I think that we all at least have the ability to be extraordinary in us somewhere, and I know that there are moments when we step outside of our ordinary selves - even if only for a minute.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I'm not sure what is more lame, the fact that this excites me or the fact that "sleeping in" equates to 9:18am
Last night it snowed so the light is muted and grey, and with the exception of the persistent hum of the recycling truck outside there is a stillness; the quiet calm that often accompianies the morning after a snowfall.
My roommate wakes up every morning and writes. She doesn't think or set goals, she just writes. It's calming just to watch her do it. There is something about putting pen to paper that cannot be replaced. Since I got my Blackberry about 10 weeks back, I tried to use its digital planner but the other day I was perusing the coolest of bookshops and had to buy an agenda. A Moleskine 2010 Day Planner to be precise. It is beautiful and I love it. I can write down reminders and things to do without having to enter a start and end time and un-check a 'conference call' box, and my whole week is laid out before my eyes, and I get to cross things off and fill things in, and I'm telling you it is so much better.
Also something that makes Moleskine Day Planners superior to silly digital agendas is the video they made about them:
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I do it all the time. All the time. I think things like "I should have worn that shirt instead of this shirt" or "I wish I'd gone there instead of here" or "Have I made a mistake?" or "That was a wrong decision"
Maybe that's not second guessing, maybe that's regretting. Either way, I would like to quit. At my age I should be strong in my convictions, fervently driven towards my goals, trudging onward with confidence into my Great Adult Life. Or something.
Now I'm second guessing this entry. I wanted to post some sort of entry today; I feel like I had a weekend that would inspire some sort of writing but it has also tired me out so instead I am exhausted, bundled up and sitting cozy on my couch rambling on about perceived shortcomings.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
- Amber Morely.
I am tired.
I am tired of finding new spaces to clean every day.
I am tired of discovering new things to be fixed every day.
I am tired of wheezing and sneezing all the time due to dust and dirt and smelly cleaners.
I am tired of stinging, sore hands that are so dry the skin has begun to crack/break out in rash.
I am tired of living out of my suitcases because I don't have anywhere to store my clothes yet.
My apartment exhausting.
I am happy.
I am happy to be living in my own (atypically large) space.
I am happy to have a comfortable, cosy bed that is mine.
I am happy to have a working internet connection.
I am happy to be in control of the meals I consume.
I am happy to invision all the ways to make these rooms beautiful.
My apartment is exciting.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
I'm going to give a play-by-play, and hopefully once reading it you'll realize why I am resorting to lists/point form.
::Packing. All day long. It is truly remarkable to me how much stuff I am able to accumulate over short periods of time.
::Out to dinner because it is Winterlicious*! (Possibly my new favourite time of year). Went to Trevors Kitchen which was delightful, and I'm pretty sure I would do anything for their parsnip soup with sage brown butter & bacon recipe
::Wake-up call 6 am
::Head to Scarborough for a day's volunteer work with Habitat for Humanity. Quadruple layers helped to ward off cold, and steel-toed boots and hard hat aided in my looking rediculous. I had a blast though. I used a mitre saw and a nail gun and cocking, err caulking (why yes, us 25 year olds had as much fun with that double entendre as a bunch of school boys). My group installed baseboards and window trip for an entire house. Handy skills learned, fun had, body worked to the bone.
::Saturday evening gratefully provided me with a Hugh Grant movie marathon on television which was enjoyed whilst final packing was completed and sore muscles were tended to.
::Wake-up call 7:40am ->not an alarm this time though, just nerves as it is MOVING DAY
::Load and unload 2 station wagons full of all of my things into giant empty apartment. Head to the grocery store to pick up a cool $70 worth of cleaning products (although I must say, apartment was in quite good condition, far from the disaster zone that I'd pictured in my mind at 7:30 Sunday morning)
::Delicious and neccessary lunch break at Pho Hung. Best pho soup in town. (Saw an old university cronie to boot!)
::Afternoon consumed with cleaning (where luckily 2 of the most bestest friends ever helped)
::5pm. Off to UHaul to pick up giant cargo van to aid in the pick-up of Sofa. Sofa is beautiful. Cream Ultra Suede, perfect condition. I heart craigslist.
::While in loading bay of Sofaman's condo, spot dresser, coffee table, floor lamp and 2 sets of shelves. Sofaman says they are free for the taking - JACKPOT
::6:30pm. Loading sofa into apartment prooves difficult. Much swearing and sighing as pristine couch gets dirtied while squeezing through door and being dropped on ground by accident.
::7pm. Return van. Realize not a drop of water has been consumed all day so an emergency pit-stop at Subway for some bottles of water (and maybe some cookies) is made.
::8:30pm. Amazing designer friend comes over with materials for curtains. I install brackets, she sews drapes, her bf watches the Grammy's, we all eat a pizza et voila! I have fabulous curtains that make my living room look homey and magnificent.
::10:45pm. 2 days of drywall/sawdust/regular dust/household cleanser aromas results in the worst wheezing/asthma I've had in ages. Severe exhaustion also sets in. Leave apartment in its current state, and head to my cousins house to sleep in a bed...after a steaming hot shower and a cup of tea (naturally).
Today I get a bed of my very own, and I will strive to clean and set-up the entire bathroom and kitchen. Wish me luck!
*Annual city-wide food&wine extravaganza where all of the Toronto's most fabulous restaurants create prix fixe menus so laymen like me can afford to sample their gastronomic delights. Being a foodie, and one who spends money in less-than-appropriate ways, I find it to be a dream come true. This week's outing: Conviction