Friday, August 31, 2007

holiday: night the first

i am officially on holiday. i am officially glad as a garbage bag. that is officially one of my new phrases. clazza gee came over for visitations at the Casa. it was nice. we fought valiantly against the raccoons and maybe won. also we took some photos of ourselves looking not quite like ourselves. witness:

For the record, here's what pops into my head when i say "witness"

witness the quickness as i kick this / i'm on a mission so listen as i dis-miss / all this negativity for taking a stand cause we're five bad brothers from the beantown land / no sell-out so get the hell out / we do it our way / who gives a damn about what critics say / said we wouldn't last, said our time was past, said we're just a flash / but we're still kicking a-- / the d-o-n-n-i-e the w a-h-l to the berg has spoken .../ and to the non-believers, i say peace / stop playing those games / boi / hahaha / ah yeah.

I kinda lose the lyrics in the spelling bit but otherwise. Yowza.

Happy holidays to me.

**All clear in the a.m., the "Games" remix: the d-o-n-n-i-e, the w a-h-l to the b-e-r-g / has spoken / and now the games must cease / and to the non-believers, i say peace ... and so on.

gimme gimme never gets

Dear darlin Brit Brit has a new song and you can hear it here -- it's called "Gimme More" and I advise you to only listen to that one and ignore the other, further down the page. That one is like a D-side that should never have seen the light of day (featuring noises that sound like my cell phone ringing). The main one, though, is classic Brit and that means I heart it and look forward to having future dance parties to it.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

here's what i know

or at least some of what i know, today . . .

no matter how hard we all try things always get messy and messed up. it's like fighting the Nothing or the Darkness, raging for the light. of coursey on a horsey, it's worth it but goddamnit sometimes.

no matter how hard I try to make sensible romantic choices i can't seem to fall in love with anyone who is free to fall in love with me. and bravely maintaining friendships can be a bit crushing at times. (today just might be one of those times, yes oh yes indeed.)

and no matter who I disappoint, no matter who I please, there will never cease to be windy days like these.

p.s. I think I shall get my tattoo next week while I'm on holiday from work. stay tuned.

p.p.s. I've just finished A Wrinkle in Time and add it to that list of books for my unborn children's library.
p.p.p.s. free sandwiches are nice when you're feeling broke and blue.

Monday, August 27, 2007

shakespeare at my wedding

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

i wonder if that means me

when asked who my favourite writers were, on the spot i could only come up with virginia woolf. surely i have more? my problem lies, i think, in not keeping track of things. so here's a first try, from what i could sleuth, sitting across from my piecemeal bookshelf:

the dubliners, james joyce.
the great gatsby, f. stop fitzgerald (no amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart).
of course our Adeline Virginia Stephen Woolf: the waves, mrs dalloway, a room of one's own.
his dark materials, philip pullman.
the torn skirt, rebecca godfrey.
the bell jar, sylvia plath.
"fern hill," dylan thomas
the perks of being a wallflower, stephen chbosky.
hamlet.
lisa moore, open and alligator.
their eyes were watching god, zora neale hurston.
"the yellow wallpaper," charlotte perkins gilman.
the giraffe and the pelly and me, roald dahl.

(and the list will only grow. do let me know if i've forgotten something i love dearly.)

Thursday, August 23, 2007

blogspree

1. Dinosaur book nostalgia (via bookninja). i should look up the weird books i had as a kid and prove they existed. there was one about getting vaccines where a guy totally gets rabies and has to have a massive needle. my mom denied its existence recently. i'll show her.

2. Slush Pile nostalgia (via quillblog).

3. flowchart from erin nicole:

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

liquidlamesaucebox. nuts.

what is an adjective if not sauce poured on a noun to give it some flava?
i am (re)introducing a few word combinations into my vocabulary.

lamesauce
. as far as i know, i made that one up. adam was watching america's got talent and it just happened: this is lame...sauce. i think it works because the word itself is lame(sauce) and therefore provides the speaker with a degree of pleasure in its utterance as well as some much needed humility.

next up: saucebox. inspired by Samuel Richardson's epistolary novel Pamela (1740), which is such a dreadful moralistic bore. the only was to get thru it is by by calling everyone and thing a saucebox as you read it, much like our Pamela is so called (and worse) by everyone in the lamesauce book.

and finally, liquid nuts! t-rex made this one up and it is to be used as an intensifier. actually it's just the liquid part (as in "liquid heresy!") but liquid nuts as a phrase is too f'n good not to use ALL the time.

may i also suggest combining terms in one super crackin sentence? e.g., "Superbad was 50 percent liquid nuts, 50 percent lamesauce!" (that is my actual opinion on the film, fyi.)

ah crud. i may have thought up lamesauce but so did gamillions of other people. now i am the one who is lamesauce. liquid lamesauce.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

bien agiter

if you were a regular at the diner where i was both proprietor and short-order cook, you would know when you order the omelette, your meal would actually be scrambled eggs. but it sure would come as a surprise to the new customers.

the house special would, of course, have nothing to do with eggs but would be a fascinating variety of cheese melts and grilled cheeses. also excellent coffee in perfect little cups (free refills) and a proper orange juice glass and very proper orange juice. in the spring and summer, we'd have homemade lemonade and a very delicious traditional pimm's at the ready, always.

the seats would be turquoise, at least the twisty stools along the counter. and there would be big windows at the front that open all the way, likely doors when I think of it, so in the summer it would be breezy and warm. of course this diner would be in that dimension erin & i were discussing where 7 months of the year the weather is 26 degrees, sunny and breezy. (plus one month for winter, one month for fall, one for spring, 3 weeks of hot-hot summer, the remaining 5 weeks are wild card weather.)


and also we'd have the best milkshakes and cheeseburgers outside of In 'n' Out Burger.

what am i talking about? i do not know but i can seriously picture this diner and it's great there. fret not i have no aspirations to be a proprietor/short-order cook and i do not possess the skillz to pull it off. see above re: omelette. i do have the skillz to make myself a cuppa tea and settle down which is what i shall do right NOW.

Monday, August 20, 2007

embarrassment of riches

birthday fest 2007 is now officially over. it was a good run this year full of delights and wonderment.

  • i saw many pals and talked to my far-from-home pals, all of whom continue to be super excellent choices for pals;
  • i received many stellar presents and a collection of attractive greeting cards;
  • i met Mr. Ryan North of Dinosaur Comics fame and lost the power of speech but found the power of swoon;
  • my hair got chopped in a pleasing fashion (the bangs are back; no more hairbands for me);
  • for three days in a row, i did zero work;
  • my nails are neon pink & the colour has turned out to be quite the conversation starter;
  • several meals were (i presume) lovingly prepared for me & they were all tasty and no doubles;
  • i converted R. to Weeds plus bought S.2 for me;
  • at tcaf, i discovered a softer world and now have two webcomics to read religiously and if i discover a brill comic every time i go to one of these festivals i will soon be out of time but full of joy;
  • i signed up for a ballet class in september w/ (work, not dr.) Sarah;
  • erin nicole & i shopped in a store intended for pre-teens (again!);
  • my sister got me with the best prank-by-post yet, one 6 months in the making (well mostly in the waiting but that is the hardest part);
  • two new things are on my bedroom walls: mr. rory calhoun and three birds;
  • i did not see any of my immediate family members on my birthday (this is not a good thing, but is filed in the 'interesting' category) and the last time that happened was on my 16th birthday -- i was at camp being a counselor (tho my campers were only 9 mths, tops, younger than me) and we were on a canoe trip and i entirely forgot it was my birthday until late at night when someone sang some song with birthday in it (no, not 'happy birthday') and then i was all, no way! and amie was all, oops! -- oh no wait, the birthday i spent in london with claire qualifies too, i must be getting dotty in my old age; and
  • cupcakes, long islands, irish car bombs, and the impeachment of bush.
what more could a girl ask for?

to know how to make the not-equal sign on a mac, that is what she could ask for. geeeez. so many times i find myself wanting to type, x
≠ y, where x = noun and y = adjective (for example). well, once again googling provides me with answers: it's "option =" for ≠! get ready for a lot of things to ≠ here at the tribune!

whew.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

happy birthday to you!

Or to me. But it just may be your birthday too.

Here is some wisdom I've gleaned from 28 years of life: don't go see The Invasion. Unless you've done something very very bad and need a punishment but can't think what would be appropriate. It's a terrible bore. Nicole K does wear some charming sweaters that make you wish for fall (on the plus side). Otherwise, yawnski. AND I think the message of the movie is that we should be grateful for war and violence because that makes us human. bombs away then! i didn't realize that's what defines us as a species.

on the complete opposite side of quality, i finally saw Pan's Labyrinth. stunning. heartbreaking. awful and perfect.

And i would like to say thanks to the CBCshop.ca for my birthday wishes (& coupon) this morning; I think I'll prolly get the Friendly Giant notebook! And to The Fuselage for wishing the Calhouner a H.B.D. How thoughtful. If I didn't have humans wishing me happy bday too, I wonder if the automated bday messages would make me happy or terribly terribly sad and lonely? Here's to never finding out!


and that fits with my song of the day: "knock on wood." yes, cuz of the So You Think Can Dance routine. you didn't see it? ohkay...here ya go...(in cat deeley voice): Dancing a disco routine, just for ms. calhoun's readers, it's Sara and Neil!

Friday, August 10, 2007

Janie

I don't know if this is a common thing or something so unique and individual to me as a unique individual but sometimes I start reading a book and even though I really like it — the writing, the characters, the magical world — I just can't keep reading it right then. It's a later book. And sometimes, when I pick it up again, it still isn't time. So I end up reading the first 40 pages of a book a half-dozen times before getting to the end.

So went the story with Zora Neale Hurston's
Their Eyes Were Watching God. I'm not sure why I picked it up on the weekend but I just finished it on the way home from work today ... and you should prolly borrow my copy and read it, if you haven't already. It's overwhelmingly romantic without being the least bit trite or unrealistic, with a protagonist I'd proudly name my daughter after.

"love ain't somethin' lak uh grindstone dat's de same thing everywhere and do de same thing tuh everything it touch. Love is lak de sea. It's uh movin' thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore"

Thursday, August 09, 2007

5 by 5!

Dog Trick or Cat Treat: Pets Dress Up for Halloween just came back from the printer & it's wicked cute! Cute as a Halloween button. Joyful surprise. And so little: 5" by 5" is wee. There's some bookish delight for ya.

Friday, August 03, 2007

news brief

And the winner, in the "What's your fav V. Woolf?" poll, by a landslide, is To the Lighthouse.

And the Spice Girls are coming to Toronto.

And it's hot (but you know that).

And I'm headed for an air-conditioning hang-out.