Archives for category: The Future

So I don’t think I am going to blog here anymore.

I started a tumblr a few weeks ago and have been finding it more inspiring (I also don’t really know how to use it yet, so I assume it can only get better as I increase my skillzzz).

Follow me at allysapparition.tumblr.com

I will keep this blog up because it has a great name and an even greater banner photo (thanks Jeff and Holly) and tracks a lot memories from the last year and a half.

Thanks for reading gals and pals. I will sign off with a few of my favourite posts.

Awesome fun things to do when you’re broke.

I still think of this whenever I see an abandoned mattress, which is surprisingly often…

Holly’s post on the stylin’ older gentlewoman

Falling in love in New York City

This quote and this quote and this quote.

The occasional blunder

And pretty much my favourite image ever.

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For now, as Sheila Heti once said (wrote),

“You just keep peddling your phony-baloney genius crap, while I’m up giving blow jobs in heaven.”

Mwah.

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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?

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.

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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Perhaps the choice of media is counter productive, but analogsundays.com encourages Internet users (aka everyone) to take a day away from all things digital. That means screw you Instagram, online news, Facebook, Cup of Jo and all those other damn clicks we are so used to for all of Sunday’s waking hours. It may be worth a try,  although the change of seasons may make the spending the day outside part more difficult. Maybe staying in bed sans laptop counts too.

Spanish art collective Luzinterruptus created a beautiful installation in Melbourne, Australia last week. The artists made a river of 10,000 LED-lit books, giving books recently retired from local libraries one last chance to shine. On the last day of the display, visitors were invited to take the books home. The results are really gorgeous.







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Cat Power’s elegant new record Sun is streaming on NPR. Listen up.
Image via Pitchfork.