So says I,
I didn’t plan to blog from the road, but I figure it’s time for an update. I’ll start with the worky-work:
Weekly Scoop Magazine has folded. (Maybe I have the un-midas touch?) I’m fairly bummed. Not because I loved the mag all that much, but because they paid really well. Boo-urns, I say. Boo-urns.
The summer issue of ION is out. Related new content appears on the Art and Books pages, respectively.
Now, onto the not-work:
This past weekend in Montreal was SUPER FUN. The Swann family, as a whole, is pretty much my favourite family ever. And yeah, I know every family has their issues, skeletons and blah blah blah, but these people are still amazing. Every time I see them I have fun. Every single time. Even when my “date” spends the whole night hitting on other women and leaving me to make small talk with people I don’t know. (Ahem, Craig, you bastard.) The only downside was the six-plus hour drive to Quebec in the un-air conditioned car, which quickly became a sauna, or perhaps more accurately, an actual hell on wheels. Anyhoo, a small series of photos is up on Flickr.
Upon arriving back in Toronto I quickly realized that I wasn’t in for as much socializing as I’d hoped, seeing as how most of my friends have real jobs (read: are suckers). So I drove up to Waterloo on Wednesday night, because apparently, in KW, everyone parties on Wednesdays, jobs or no. Very odd, but again, fun. Saw a local mostly-cover band (or more accurately, a pub-style guitar duo) called Skinny Fat (formerly, or maybe still also titled The Benefits of Doubt). Skinny’s real name is Ben Rollo. I liked him a little better than Fat. What I didn’t like was Thursday morning. Partying on Wednesdays may be better suited to people who aren’t me. Plus, sharing a bed with Craig is annoying. He’s got the jimmy legs.
Anyway, I’m just hanging out. I’ve seen some friends from Queen’s, and last night I saw some people from high school including Kenny Neal Jr., who I’ve been mostly out of touch with for years. Very retro.
Other than that I’ve just been obsessively playing with my new ipod (categorizing, cataloguing, fiddling, etc.) It’s super nerdy. Toronto is too hot. Could it be that I’m finally becoming a real West Coaster? Seems doubtful. Case in point: taxis. I’ve taken so many since I got here. It’s hard to resist when they’re so readily available. (Vancouver transit: you suck.)
Living on the West Coast is great and all… except when you’re around that age where everyone you know is getting married, and most of them live far far away.
Today I leave for a 2 + week trip to Ontario/Quebec, mostly on wedding-related business. Craig and I are going to his brother’s wedding in Sorel on Saturday, so by tomorrow night I’ll be enjoying fun times in Montreal. Then I’ve got a couple of weeks in Toronto, which will likely be filled with totally shallow social interaction and some cottaging. Then it’s up to Ottawa for Canada Day and J-Dawg’s wedding. D is flying in for that, but just for the weekend. I’m looking forward to it all, of course, but feeling dizzy bizzy too. And poor, of course. ‘Cause all this fun is beginning to add up.
Speaking of moola, I finally spent some of my ION bucks (which is how I describe the free stuff I get from designers as a perk of working for a fashion magazine). I picked up a whole mess of stuff at Nettwerk/Chulo Pony today (wholesale, of course!) – some of which is shown below, plus a beautiful pair of Paige jeans and a hoodie by Bench, The jeans and the Bench top came to almost $400 – just for those two items. Now, they were comped, so it’s not like I actually spent any money, but there’s something about the idea of it that makes me uncomfortable.
It’s the knowing. Knowing that my ass is swaddled in $250 jeans just feels… wrong somehow.
So wrong it’s right, maybe. :D
Sigh. Things are so GOOD today: Pretty pretty new things, no work for two weeks, no sleep till Brooklyn!
I’m packed and I’m holdin’,
The eight best new books I read last year, in no particular order:
1. The Polysyllabic Spree, Nick Hornby
2. The Sweet Edge, Alison Pick
3. The Highest Tide, Jim Lynch
4. The Friend Who Got Away: Twenty Women's True Life Tales of Friendships that
Blew Up, Burned Out or Faded Away, Jenny Offill and Elissa Shappell (ed.)
5. Early Bird: A Memoir of Premature Retirement, Rodney Rothman
6. Killing Yourself to Live, Chuck Klosterman
7. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, J.K. Rowling
8. The Wonder Spot, Melissa Bank
Hurrah for reading!
I should SO get a badge,
Sorry everybody. I've been so busy. On Monday D and I flew back from Ottawa. On Tuesday I went to this show called the Elastic Cabaret at the Buffalo Club, which was good, excepting an awkward dance number. Wednesday was Girl's Night and a big fat mouthful of So You Think You Can Dance and Canada's Next Top Model, which happened to feature photographer Rob Daly, who is the guy who shot my very own headshots, including the one you see on this page. He seems a lot more full of himself than he did when I met him. Oh well. That's what being on TV does to you, I guess. Yesterday, I worked on the next issue of ION and did some errand type stuff for the WMAF. Tonight is the Western Magazine Awards Gala for which I must make myself pretty. Monday is Big D's birthday. After that, rest.
Have still not unpacked from the trip. Photos from Canada Day/Jesse and K-Bu's wedding are up on Flickr.
New people are checking the site every day. Most come back a second time. Who are all you people? I'm curious. My birthday is ten days away. You're welcome to start shopping.
It’s been days, people. Days! How on earth have you survived without me?
News from Nerd Headquarters (redux):
The Western Magazine Awards Finalist Party (and silent auction) took place last Thursday. It was a success. There was much mingling. Unfortunately, I had to duck out early to go to the ION offices to help out with final proofing/copy editing for the summer issue, so I missed the end. The shortlists have been published online.
Elsewhere, small changes have been made to the site, beginning with the inclusion of a brand spanking new Booklog. Keep in mind that these are not necessarily books I recommend, just books I’ve read or am reading. I’m trying out the log concept as inspired by Nick Hornby, Ayelet Waldman and Believer Magazine. We’ll see how it goes.
Spent Saturday night at a truly heinous club at the Columbia Hotel, which happens to be located in (Almost) Crack Town. It’s not the location that bothered me so much as the sad crowd of nineteen year old posers who most definitely don’t know as much about punk music as they think they do. Then again, maybe I’m just grumpy because I spent the night feeling bored, old and out of touch. So sad!
Yesterday, I saw my cousin Iris for the first time in eight months. She’s an actress. Upon noticing the “let’s talk about television” post, she asked me to explain what I liked about it so much. When I said I think TV is the most underrated art form, she laughed. And I thought, exactly. This is my life. I get a lot of laughs, but I rarely actually mean to be funny. Oh well.
What else? Well, last night was the Brownie Advancement Ceremony, for which I made “diplomas”. The girls were, as usual, too cute. Guiding is officially on hold for the summer, which is good as I’m feeling a bit burnt out. By September, I’ll probably been keen again. We’ll see.
Last, but not least, I’m super excited because it looks like my friend Sarah might be moving into my building. She’s been hunting for a couple of weeks with no luck, and yesterday, I noticed a new opening at The Georgian and told her right away. We saw the flat together this morning and she loved it. There’s lots of interest of course ('cause my building rocks hard), but I’m hoping she gets it. It’ll be just like Res! Or Camp! (Without the rain, mouse poo or slimy palms, I mean.)
Kathryn and MJ also moved into the neighbourhood last week. They’re just a few blocks away. D and I were talking about how this is all a part of our nefarious plan for super lazy social domination. Slowly, but surely, they’re gathering.
Muha. Muhahaha. Muhahahahahahaha!
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