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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.

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?

By far the most hilarious Christmas present I got this year was a book called Coloring for Grown-Ups from my little sister.  Illustrators Ryan Hunter and Taige Jensen portray the low-points of adulthood in the style of children’s colouring book, complete with mazes, fill-in-the-blanks and word searches. But instead of searching for animal sounds, Hunter and Jensen ask you to search for important key words for pretending you know a lot about beer and to maneuver through a maze to escape a toxic relationship.

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I have been meaning to buy some crayons so that I can colour in the fun, but that was three weeks ago and apparently I am too much of a cheap, jaded adult to go through with it. More images are available on the book’s website.

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a_560x375The show New York Magazine once called The Greatest Show of Our Time came to its end last night after four compelling seasons (and two terrible ones). Chair got married, Dan revealed himself as Gossip Girl, Rufus ended up with Lisa Loeb and Serena wore her final cleavage rhombus. Most people in the world will have no idea what I’m talking about but I loved that campy show. Its fashion, cinematography of New York City, attractive cast and cheesy plot lines are pretty much all I ask for in a television show. PLUS — the show’s (and books’) use of technology was way ahead of its time. People can get email blasts from blogs/twitter sent to their phones nowadays, but that was not really a thing in 2006. I also found Dan’s confession that he wrote himself into the world of the Upper East Siders compelling, since that is something bloggers and journalists do all the time. The Internet as democratization! Okay, this rant it over.

Goodbye Gossip Girl. H and A will miss you. xoxo

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.


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.

image via krisatomic

[Love] is a ferocious activity where you experience defeat, where you experience acceptance and you experience exaltation; and a fixed idea about it will definitely cause you a great deal of suffering.

Leonard Cohen on CBC’s Q, April 2011

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