Shame on me

Balmain, I think you are tacky, not timeless;
Uninspired, strictly aesthetic.
But yet I always find myself loving a piece from each collection.
Shame on me.

The Sparrow Looks Up at the Machine

Rouge

I want to eat with my hands, and be nude, and stand still while the rest of the world spins and spins around me. I want to feel the earth, every corner of it. I want to see the way that leaf falls, or that boundary changes, or how the pattern that water makes is one of the most beautiful chaotic messes ever created. I want to enjoy, and appreciate the movements of bodies, my own and those of others. I want to lay under the sun, or rain, or clouds- and soak in all the things that people can't enjoy because they're too busy earning a living to pay for mounds of unnecessary garbage and a week of false solitude and relaxation. I want to feel intrigued forever.

Dill Swing

Sometimes life feels like this:




I was thinking today, just how much I love life. The sun overhead, on the back of a motorcycle, not a single encumbrance weighing on my conscience. I love my friends, I love the Summer, I love the vibrant busy-ness of my schedule, I love thinking about the future. I need to embrace and ingrain in myself this current sense of invulnerability to unhappiness or negative forces.

Our lives are never plateaus of emotion or experience, but when we are at either end of the happiness spectrum, we tend to forget this. Our current state bleeds into our entire memory of how the past was and how the future may be.

Everything, every activity, seems like an adventure to me right now; exploration and discovery are the essence of my thoughts and actions and ideas.

I must remember this feeling.

Do more things naked

Thom Yorke is a "hipster" (or, Why Liberty Village scares the shit out of me)

I hate waiting. If doing something requires waiting, I will do something else in the meantime, regardless of the length of time the waiting period is for the initial task. Essentially my downtime threshold for multi-tasking is 1.5 seconds. The following are some examples that I remember from today alone:
1) Vacuuming my house while boiling water and steaming vegetables
2) Calling my insurance company while downloading and screening resumes at work
3) Watching/listening to an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia while blow-drying my hair
4) Going for a run while waiting for my clothes to go through the spin-cycle at the laundromat
5) Buying groceries while waiting for my clothes to dry at the laundromat
6) Going to the liquor store during the 5 minute wait for my Portobello sandwich
7) Getting passport photos taken while waiting for the TTC

No wonder I have no patience, and find it difficult to adhere to anyone's schedule but my own! I simply can never do one thing at a time; I need constant stimulation from a task or else I move on to another provisional task.
What does this say about me?
Has this always been the case? Did culture/life/location bring about this shift (if a "shift" has actually occurred)?
Is this tragedy or efficiency?

Karl Lagerfeld has a point...

"I personally only like high-class escorts. I don’t like sleeping with people I really love. I don’t want to sleep with them because sex cannot last, but affection can last forever. I think this is healthy. And for the way the rich live, this is possible. But the other world, I think they need porn." -Karl Lagerfeld, March, 2010

Is it ridiculous that I find more than a shred of truth in this?

Drew Lustman

Watching/hearing/reading an interview or live show with electronic/dubstep producers often change my perception of them, unfortunately, quite frequently for the worst. Falty DL blew me away when I heard his album Bravery a few months ago, and this interview makes me like him even more. I wish him only success- he deserves it!


XLR8R TV Ep. 124: FaltyDL: Garage Beats and Sushi from XLR8RTV on Vimeo.

Beautiful Black Sands

On Dropping

I keep every flavour on hand at all times depending on which path I want to follow.

Arctics (Silvers) will absolutely drop you on your ass...but you'll enjoy it (highly recommended).
Ice (Blues) are still intense, but the trip is over a little sooner.
Cool (Greens) are fairly tame and give a pleasant ride down Rohto lane.

Drop these in your eye, make sure you get the second eye right away or else you'll have some problems. You may want to sit down while dropping.


The experience occurs in the following three stages:
1. Here comes Yeti to jab you in the eye with icicles. Go ahead and scream in agony because he's heard it all before. In less than a minute the pain will subside.
2. Now comes the roaring glacier melting out of your eyes. You will cry as if you just watched Mufasa get trampled by the stampede. Let it run its course for about a minute, then its okay to wipe off those soaking cheeks.
3. Your vision begins to clear. You feel like Helen Keller would have if she had suddenly gained her vision; entering a new dimension of visual clarity. Welcome.

Thank you K. Wulfekuhler.