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I dreamt of New York City last night.

A recurring problem in my young adult life is that I am rarely satisfied with the city in which I am living. This statement may lead you to presume that I have lived in many places; I haven’t. But I am ready to, and not just on a whim caused dissatisfaction.

Since making the decision to move on a month or so ago, my dreams have been full of voyages and travels. So at least my subconscious is on board. And my boyfriend. We are going to make the token Canadian pilgrimage to Australia to live on a beach, talk to people with accents and carry all our belongings around in backpacks. The plan is to suffer out the rest of the winter season in Toronto working two jobs apiece so we can hop on a plane in June or July. From there, who knows.

Who wants to watch my cat?

starry starry nightHolly’s husband Jeff shared this photo a couple of weeks ago and I keep going back to his Facebook page so I can look at it again. I think that means it’s ready to be shared here. The photographer’s description of the photo says it shows the southern sky with the constellations Orion and Sirius from Canis Major. Pretty incredible.

Also, if you like space, follow Canadian astronaut Chris Hadfield on Twitter. He is constantly posting photos of Earth from space and photos from inside the international space station.

If you love eccentric billionaires, you could also check out the photos Cirque du Soleil founder Guy Lalibert√© took from space. They were on display at the Thompson Landry Gallery in Toronto a few months ago. It’s not really the photos that interest me, more that the crazy performance artist from Montreal paid the Russian space program $35 million to take him to the moon for 11 days.

Happy winter weekend!

Photo in post by Adam Hill.

I have been inordinately obsessed with the Talking Heads’ song Road to Nowhere over the past few weeks. I am feeling existential, particularly about the career world. It is seeming to me that all of those glamorous careers people covet are never what they seem. It seems every female I went to University with at Western works in either PR or marketing, and I certainly do not have the disposition for any of that pollution. In my experience, writing full-time for a newspaper is a prescription for being overworked, underpaid and precariously employed, at best. (That said, if The Globe and Mail called to offer me a job, I would certainly accept, but I imagine that after the novelty wore off I would find myself stressed and unhappy.)

I really enjoyed the world of education, but have not yet been able to bring the passion I have for learning to the working world. Perhaps, that is because it is inherently worse place to focus your energy. The pursuit of success and money is just not as pleasurable/fulfilling as the pursuit of knowledge/art/culture (and the two worlds rarely overlap). Maybe there is liberty in realizing this before I spend the next 10 years applying to communications jobs in the public service; I can put my all into entrepreneurial pursuits that I can do anywhere in the world without high heels on.

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Because, that’s what David Byrne would do.

Make me a drink
Strong enough to wash away the dishwater world
They said was lemonade

The Shins, No Way Down

Glitter_close_upHappy Tuesday friends. Tonight, let’s all be thankful for hot beverages and music.

I am always a little slow (very slow) at getting into the Christmas spirit and I still think it is eons too early to reconcile the fact I have to buy Christmas presents for my friends and family with in the next 43 days, but my longtime favourite band Hey Rosetta! release a Christmas track this morning, and I think it is worth a share.

I will get off on the fact that the song is about ‘A Cup of Kindness’ and not cheesy Christmas tree displays at The Bay. I’m way more into that.

Holly and I recently indulged in a weekend of CULTURE. I missed this. Even though big cities like Toronto are drenched in cultural activities, it can sometimes be easier to spend leisure time at the local pub laughing over pints, rather than going out and looking for the arts. Luckily, Holly, Meredith and Travis came to visit and would never let that happen.

Activities included a fashion doc at Tiff Bell Lightbox, tacos tacos tacos, Frida Kahlo & Diego Riviera at the AGO, a fabulous talk by Ira Glass at Massey Hall and dancing.




The film we saw was called Diana Vreeland: The Eye has to Travel; it’s the story of the wacky and powerful Diana Vreeland, former fashion editor of Harper’s Bazarre and the editor-in-chief of Vogue in the 60s. I didn’t think it lived up to some of the other recent fashion docs that I’ve seen (like Bill Cunningham’s New York or The September Issue), but it was visually appealing and Vreeland’s accent is fantastic. It also had some scenes about London in the 60s, Beatlemania and the mod style. Now I want so many mini dresses.




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Also, Torey Malatia is a real person!

Swedish photographer Sannah Kvist created a series of photographs depicting Swedish twenty-somethings surrounded by a sculpture of all of their possessions. Kvist was inspired by these young people who constitute the first generation since the Great Depression destined to be worse off financially than their parents.



After moving five times in the past two years, I can certainly relate to the keeping of few possessions, although probably not as few as these folks. The series has been read as Gen Y’s rejection of consumerism, but Kvist’s own remarks don’t necessarily reflect that:

I remember myself when I lived in Stockholm, how I before moving to a new flat minimized my stuff more and more. I came to Stockholm to a truck and went away with an IKEA-bag. What was left was what I thought was most important. It that defines me most as a person.


The series is called “All I Own.”
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Someday I will travel to fashion weeks in fabulous cities and take incredible photographs of very tall people with lovely hair.

Or, more likely, I will keep doing things I am good at like taking books out of the library and not finishing them and stealing my roommates Skittles. I think either one will be okay.

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