Archives for category: Thoughts and figures

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.

Leonard Cohen’s ‘The Hat’
via CBC

I came across some old photos of Cleveland’s House, a resort in Ontario cottage country that I spent two summers working at during university. The resort is like 150 years old and on beautiful Lake Rosseau. Those summers were amazing; if I was 21 again I would be back there in a heartbeat.
Main%20Hotel-1Main%20Dock2I have no idea when these photos were taken, but replace the sailboats with high-end wakeboard boats and the long white dresses with bikinis and face paint and not much has changed.

The following photos are from summer 2008.
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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.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

Oscar Wilde

I was once asked, hypothetically, what I would have tattooed on myself, should I get a tattoo. I answered a quote by Oscar Wilde. His wit is prophetic, yet cheeky, and I would gladly join the company of the literary tattooed. (Disclaimer: I have not chosen a quote nor gotten the tattoo).

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The tumblr Google Poetics finds poetry in the most unlikely of places, search engine results. We see these images dozens of times a day, but apparently it really pays to actually look at them.

The site’s apt tagline reads “Google writes poetry about subjects people are truly interested in.” Enjoy the hair products!

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.




Film stills via tiff.net

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.”
via grist