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.


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).

I’m not sure why I didn’t hear about this in September during the festival, but Toronto’s Merril Nisker aka Peaches directed a documentary about herself (an auto-documentary?) that debuted at TIFF in September. Realistically, I don’t pay much attention to TIFF, which is probably why I didn’t hear about it, but I do think Peaches rules. The documentary — Peaches Does Herself — has been called a transsexual rock opera and I can’t say that I have ever seen one of those before. Also, apparently she used to be roommates with Leslie Feist. Cool.


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

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.

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!

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.

Film stills via tiff.net

Also, Torey Malatia is a real person!

Paul Simon is very capable of making me cry on Sunday mornings.

He’s so poetic and in touch with human emotion. I just really love him.