This video of a flash mob of 200 people dancing to the Do Re Mi song from The Sound of Music in a train station in Antwerp never fails to make me smile. I just love the reactions of all the on-lookers. How amazing would it have been to witness this on your way into work one morning? SO AMAZING!
Friday, September 30, 2011
This week is Banned Books Week, (as opposed to Book Banning Week which spans the rest of the year), which celebrates and raises awareness of persecuted writers, banned books and the freedom to read. There are so many books that remain banned in the world today, so many authors who are imprisoned, exiled or otherwise persecuted for their writings.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Katabasis -- Journey to the underworld. A return trip. Sorry Eurydice :(
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
SO MUCH RAGE and sadness. Thanks Twitter, for bringing me such news as: "Ten Percent of D.C. 8th Graders Have Considered, Attempted Suicide" and "Roman Polanski honoured at Zurich film fest" and apparently Nancy Grace had some kind of nipple slip? On Dancing With the Stars? Apparently Nancy Grace is on Dancing With the Stars? Why humanity? Why are we so terrible? And then there was this solid little gem brought to my feed by New Scientist: "This is going to be controversial: Domestic violence gets an evolutionary explanation" with a link to this article which sure enough denotes how one psychology professor believes male on female partner violence can be explained away by evolution. That shaking below your feet? That was Darwin rolling over in his grave.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Yesterday I wrote part one of my migraine saga, where I touched briefly on the fact that I've had some pretty terrible doctors. Sure it sucks having bad doctors, it means I have to fight really hard for care and to be taken seriously. It means I have to spend a lot of time outside of clinic's in tears on the phone with my mum, frustrated by another unhelpful appointment. It means I've spent almost 1,200 days with migraines, without relief. But, the good thing is that I have lots of amazing stories and one-liners that I don't feel at all weird about sharing on the Internet where they can be read by anyone, forever! (I feel a little weird but they're pretty funny!) (Some aren't very funny.)
Monday, September 26, 2011
I've been getting them since I was 12. So... 16 years. Yep.
Usually I get at least three a month, sometimes more and they last 2-3 days. That works out to more than 1,152 days of migrainey fun. Note: It's not fun.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
We can be found so many other places on the interwebs aside from here, where you are right now. Rebekah's got her Tumblr (which is just so beautiful and amazing -- I go there when I'm feeling particularly stressed out because all the prettiness just calms me right the frakk down) and her Flickr (why the hate for the e, Internet?), we've each got Pinterest (mine is mostly just repinning Rebekah's stuff because again, she's got the skillz for finding pretty things), there's Twitter (@grebnekkah and @what_freshhell), Facebook (Alex and Rebekah Like This!) and now... a Tumblr for just our book stuff! Hurray for book stuff! It's been long dormant but I'm going to start Tumbling again (heh) and adding to it.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Living in downtown Toronto, you'd be pretty hard-pressed not to have a raccoon story or five. We have friends who have been bitten, who have found them in their bathrooms and kitchens, we've heard stories of dead raccoons showing up on the same front porch several nights in a row, friends who's drunk-routine was petting their tails (did you know they can't turn around when they're climbing?). SO MANY RACCOON STORIES. They are everywhere. We used to have Ol' Patches who moved like an animatronic-dinosaur across the power lines in our old backyard every dusk -- a scruffy old guy who had clearly seen a few too many scuffles. But, the best of all the raccoon stories I've ever heard is the one where our friend Carolyn's wallet was stolen. BY A RACCOON.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Random House's division of Vintage has long been one of my favourite publishers, one that I feel most guaranteed a good read from and in the 80's they reissued a number of novels and short story collections under the name Vintage Contemporaries with pretty terrible covers with distinctly '80's pictures and really cool type by Stephanie Bart-Horvath. Fantastic books, but kinda ugly. So ugly, I kinda like them. By kinda like them I mean I get super excited when I see the signature 1980's block print and Vintage stamp.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
-ly funny! Like this couple who are appeared on the CBC parody radio show, This is That, to talk about petitioning the city to make a by-law slating Liberty Village as a child-free neighbourhood.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Wow, Rob Ford and his cronies have been keeping us on our toes, huh? Grassroots activism geared towards saving libraries, the Riverdale farm, subsidized housing and bike lanes (to name a few). All nighters at City Hall where citizens had the chance of voicing their opinions about all the proposed cuts. Nearly every weekend offering an opportunity to get out and protest the blatant disregard and disrespect for democracy which our mayor has displayed over and over again, to call out the political thuggery that has taken hold of city council.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
This is a lol-worthy article from New Scientist: Mystery of the female orgasm deepens (pun intended?). Not so much the article itself but the fact that "(a)fter 40 years of debate evolutionary biologists are no closer to deciding whether it evolved to give women a reproductive boost, or whether it is simply a by-product of male orgasm evolution".
|Poor Pentheus: Getting torn apart by his Bacchus-mad mama and auntie |
(mythological ladies, be buggin' 'cept for Penelope)
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Loss is a curious thing. Loss of someone who is alive is a curious thing. It curls like smoke in your belly, hovering there out of sight, sometimes even out of mind, constricting appetite. It's not a physical wound yet can blind with a flash when the pain washes back over with a familiar scent or a sound. A pain that will pierce between the eyes, or in the back of the throat. Sometimes striking paralysis, leaving the mouth agape and chest motionless, no need for breath for 30 seconds, a minute. You marvel that you ever felt anything other than the dull ache of grief, that you ever felt anything at all; you know you never will again -- that hurt will be carried with you forever, a river of scars unseen by the naked eye -- defining your past, informing your future.
I love book covers, the really good and the really bad (*cough* Vintage books from the 80's). This is a new feature honouring book covers. This week: book covers featuring luscious lips. Enough said? Enough said.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
You can really tell a lot from each of these paper's headlines regarding Harper's recent Islamicism-is-killing-Canada fear-mongering interview and where they stand in the political spectrum/allegiances (not that there are any surprises to be had).
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
|Just stay in the background, Joyce, supporting your 'artist mate'|
Saturday, September 3, 2011
... We'll be camping! Have a good weekend everyone! Enjoy this video which I'm pretty sure was made for me.
Friday, September 2, 2011
This is a photo taken of me on my forth birthday, exactly twenty-four years ago. I'm blowing out the candles on my cake, the chocolate cake that my grandma Mary, my dad's mum, made for every birthday and special occasion. My grandparents would arrive with the cake on it's special cake-stand with the tin lid, decorated with mistletoes, and my siblings and I would squirm all through dinner in anticipation for the dense, moist chocolate cake we knew was coming.