Monday, July 18, 2011

just in case you missed it...

i’ve been getting some emails lately from people who didn’t see the last post because it didn’t show up in their reader, so they just thought i’d stopped blogging altogether.
if i stopped blogging altogether, my brain would blow up.
i’ve just moved. i’m now at
things are just kind of the same there as they were here. 

Thursday, February 24, 2011

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i'm not sure if everyone will see this, with all the tomfoolery going on with blogger, so if you think to pass the word along i would appreciate it. i'm heading over to wordpress, and you can come along if you feel like it. 

{click on the post-it}

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

dear blogger: i am all frustrated

before i write this, i think i need a piece of toast to go with my mug of hot chocolate. hang on.

ok. i'm on the way to having a piece of toast. toasting...toasting...

{and isn't it nice that reading this will take a fraction of the time it took to write it?}

and we begin:

dear blogger: i am all frustrated {as i said before}

i am frustrated because for some reason my feed is still not being published to a lot of subscriber's feeds. that's obnoxious. what's the point of writing a blog {as opposed to a journal} if no one can read it? i am considering switching to wordpress or something. does anyone know anything about that, or about feedburner? would that fix my problem?

i switched to disqus for comments because with the typical blogger comment box, some of the comments weren't getting published and it was hurting people's feelings {sorry}. now any comments people left prior to the switch are gone, which is also sad.

i'm not trying to be a mopey margaret, i'm just lamenting and eating toast.

while i'm doing that, i have a quick question:
what is the deal with sponsors? i'm not saying, rudely, "what is the deal!?" i mean, like, seriously, what do they do? why does everyone have them? because, for real, everyone has them lately. what up.

....can i have one?

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

yesterday was a day for trying something new, and today is a day for something else

i'm scouring youtube trying to find a song i heard at a show once. it kind of feels like i'm not going to be successful. i don't even remember any of the words or what it kind of sounds like, i just remember that i heard it the night that said the whale opened for mother mother and have ever since wanted to listen to it again.

someone called me at 3 am last night. if it was you, i'd ask, first, why? what could you possibly need to talk about at 3 in the morning? unless you were dying. if you were dying, i'm sorry for not answering the phone and hope you are feeling better this morning. look! the sun is out!

yesterday, i sat myself down and made a thing to pin on my purse. i think it's pretty, but tacky, too, though. lately, i have a high tolerance for tacky things.

for instance:
this weekend i was shopping with my friends and karz said, "ew, look at that shirt; it's sOOOooooooo gross!" and i was like, "no way hose," and i bought it. some of the way home i wondered if i should have pretended i thought it was gross too.

it's too late now. i guess i'm going to be one of those ladies. that's ok.


here is my tacky purse pin thing.

as i pushed publish, i found the song i was looking for. i listened to 21 songs before finding it, but it is so found.

Monday, February 21, 2011

fizzy blood

on saturday, barclay and tim and karz and i drove to manitoba to see a group of friends that we hadn't been with in a while.

i'll be up front with you right now and admit that, yes, we did blast 'since u been gone' and sing along to it at the top of our tortured lungs even though it was vastly out of our range of singing capabilities. we couldn't help ourselves and though that may be a weakness on our part, we like it better that way.

but the point is not that, the point is the people that we traveled with and the ones we traveled to.

i can't even describe to you this group of people or how they make me feel, so i won't. this degree of friendship is one of those things that i don't have enough good words for. if i said i loved them, you'd think i loved them, but it's better than that.  

i will say, though, that today my blood is flowing fizzy and bright through my veins twice as fast as usual, and i love the feeling.

i love and am loved and that is probably the best way a girl could be.

Friday, February 18, 2011

please pardon the recent obsession with powerlines and post-it notes

there is a cathedral down the street.

and down the street from the cathedral is the bakery.
and down the street from the bakery is a clothing shop with a snobby owner.
and down the street from the clothing shop with a snobby owner is the paper shop.

"today is going to be wonderful"

it says that on the sidewalk in front of the paper shop. 
someone painted it there a while ago, so i'm not sure which day they're referring to.

 but i think it's today.
{i've got a hunch.}

Thursday, February 17, 2011

oh! good.

i forgot about the library.
i thought about it, but i forgot about it just as quick.

yesterday, i remembered.

i was having an overly sick day, but the couch got hard after about an hour and megavideo timed me out so i couldn't finish the episode of project runway that i was watching and the temperature sheepishly peeked its sorry head just above freezing {it's not supposed to last long, but it's here and that's enough} and i thought, "it's nice outside; i should go visit my friend at the flower shop."

because, in case you didn't know, my friend works at a flower shop. 
in case you didn't know that.

i made it a quarter of the way to the flower shop when i discovered a thing: i wasn't probably going to make it. 
so i thought, "i can't just give up, but maybe i'll go visit my friend at the paper shop instead."

because, in case you didn't know, there is a lovely lady who works at the paper shop and she always remembers who i am and acts like she's happier to see me than anybody else. even though i know she's probably just like that to everyone all the time. 

i still feel special.

i made it almost half of the way from where i was to where the paper shop was, which from my house is about half of the way to the flower shop, when i found something out: i wasn't probably going to make it. 

so i thought, "maybe i'll just go home."

but then i looked up and saw the library.

so i thought, "oh! good."

the library is magic, in the loosest sense of the word, because you can go inside for free and then you can have anything you find there for free. 
{but not the computers, you can't have those, though.}

i always sit on the floor in front of the cds and feel like a crazy person.
i feel like i need to take the whole cabinet home with me. 
i sit on my gloves and lean against my backpack like it's a turtle shell, and i flip through the cases and i grin like a fantastic idiot. 

i can pick a cd based on cover art, based on a feeling or a foggy memory of someone saying it was a good one, based on one song i heard once at a friend's house or at a show. 

you just can't do that when money's involved.

but the point is not that.
the point is that i found a completely fantastic mittenfull of stuff--some cds i hadn't heard in years, some i'd been contemplating buying, some i'd never heard before. 

and i left with all my money. 
all of it. 
not one cent less.

i quickly made the trek home, deciding which cd i would listen to first and taking pictures with my cell phone while pretending to talk on it {because there was a lot of traffic and i didn't want anyone to think i was taking pictures of them}.

it was a neon day.

so far, i've listened to keane's under the iron sea four times and wintersleep's welcome to the night sky twice.

have you been to the library lately?

PS: if you could go HERE and click the vote for this idea button, i'd just think you were the best person on the internet. 

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

good help is not hard to find

it was ok, except that we don't have any lettuce or celery or backup milk or sprouts or pretty much anything healthy because of an overly helpful man in the bakery section of the grocery store.

i've always known that i look pathetic and helpless at the best of times, but at that moment i was lugging around two baskets of groceries because i'm consistently too dumb to get a cart and my arms were falling off a little bit and i guess it took the overall appearance of helplessness to the next level.

i was reaching for a loaf of country harvest flax bread and wishing i had a bread maker when a guy appeared out of nowhere and asked if i needed help.

i said no.

actually, i said no, thank you. polite smile. polite turnaway.

then i had to say it again as he reached for my grocery baskets.

i made a feeble attempt to collect my things and walk away, but he was too fast for me. he was now successfully, awkwardly, holding half of my groceries.

i had a moment of panic and the fleeting thought: i'm being robbed.

and then a moment of clarity as i remembered that i hadn't actually paid for any of this stuff yet.

i stretched out my hand gently towards "my" things. "thanks, i got it, i still have to hit the produce--"

but he appeared not to have heard me--and he snatched my groceries from me and carried them to the checkout. he was on a mission. it was like he was still trying to earn some sort of boy scout badge for helping people and his time was almost up.

and me, i had to kind of run and push through the crowd to keep up with his long-legged stride and by the time i caught up, my food was being rung through by a most depressed looking lady.

and i suppose that's ok, except that now we can't make salads.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

on my way back home

okay, i think i'm back.
am i back? 
is this thing on? 
check, check. hello?

it's been a movie week. 
on my way back home on sunday, the song by that name came on and i felt like credits were rolling and the movie was over and everything that had happened over the course of the last few days hadn't really happened in real life.

it was the same feeling as i had after watching that foreign film at the library last year: though i didn't really understand everything that had gone on, it was beautiful and heartbreaking and real but in a somewhere else sort of way.

but then i parked in my driveway and turned the car off and the movie was still playing, even after the credits stopped rolling. 
and i guess that those weren't the credits, it was just another scene. 

i've always loved moments like that, where everything settles like dirt after a windstorm, even if it's not a perfect or necessarily happy ending. because you probably learned something, even if all you learned is that life is hard sometimes. 

and then you get up and keep going. 

Thursday, February 10, 2011

printable valentine's day postcards

i know the type of people you all are. 
you've already scoured etsy for really cute valentines day cards and ordered them probably a month ago, addressed them the day you got them and placed them in some cute basket by the door so they're ready to give out to your friends on monday.

me, no. 

in case any of you out there are like me, and hadn't even given monday a thought til right this second, i made some printable valentine's day cards over brekkie this morning, and i'm willing to share. they're nothing classy, but they're free! free is always two thumbs up.

just stick some pretty paper in your printer, arrange these however you need on a word document, and print.
what's the word? 
presto. presto is the word.

so in conclusion: email me if you want the word doc or the jpegs for any of these.

ps: thanks for the kind emails and comments asking if i was ok this week. i am. :)