Current mood: nostalgic
Tonight I went to see Breakfast At Tiffany's at the Ridge. It was pretty awesome to see it on the big screen. The one problem was that, being over 40 years old, the copy had seen finer days. There were a number of skips and jumps, including my favourite scene where Mag Wildwood finally passes out after threatening to feed Rusty Trawler to the yak. Gone! But the ending was so much better spliced, where the music really couldn't build to that ridiculous crescendo of emotion. Because that's not the way it's supposed to end.
I want to be in love like in old movies. (Damn you, Ben Gibbard! You and your catchy songs!) Or with a George Peppard lookalike from his fine, and wildly handsome, years circa 1962. Amusingly and superficially talented if necessary.
Currently listening:
It's Love
By Softies
Release date: 26 September, 1995
Tuesday, November 8, 2005
Monday, November 7, 2005
hi fi/lo fi emotions
Current mood: topsy turvy
Yesterday I watched "Pretty In Pink" for, literally, the thousandth time and made a connection that I hadn't made before. See, one of the people I love most in the world I met over the internet. And the scene where Blaine sends the message to Andie while she's working on the computer... Well, the romanticism got me choked up. Sure, sure, they talked in Trax when he bought that shitty Steve Lawrence record, but that wasn't really talking. The computer exchange really got it all started.
And then, inspired by the "Pretty In Pink" soundtrack my wicked awesome friend Darcy gave me (signed by Jon Cryer!!!), I started listening to records and thought they were singing to me right at that moment. Reminding me. Telling me what I should be feeling. That being miserable is the right thing. That Comet Gain really recorded one of the most perfect songs when you're a girl feeling all sorry for yourself that the person you love can't love you back the way you want to be loved.
I saw that Comet Gain has a new album out shortly. I'm afraid to get it because I don't want them to convince me of some new feeling. I find comfort in the old familiar feelings they've been telling me about for years. "The world was never meant for us to sparkle, baby." The remembering makes my heart hurt, and it's nice to know that it's there sometimes. Twee as fuck.
Currently listening:
Sneaky
By Comet Gain
Release date: 23 September, 1997
Yesterday I watched "Pretty In Pink" for, literally, the thousandth time and made a connection that I hadn't made before. See, one of the people I love most in the world I met over the internet. And the scene where Blaine sends the message to Andie while she's working on the computer... Well, the romanticism got me choked up. Sure, sure, they talked in Trax when he bought that shitty Steve Lawrence record, but that wasn't really talking. The computer exchange really got it all started.
And then, inspired by the "Pretty In Pink" soundtrack my wicked awesome friend Darcy gave me (signed by Jon Cryer!!!), I started listening to records and thought they were singing to me right at that moment. Reminding me. Telling me what I should be feeling. That being miserable is the right thing. That Comet Gain really recorded one of the most perfect songs when you're a girl feeling all sorry for yourself that the person you love can't love you back the way you want to be loved.
I saw that Comet Gain has a new album out shortly. I'm afraid to get it because I don't want them to convince me of some new feeling. I find comfort in the old familiar feelings they've been telling me about for years. "The world was never meant for us to sparkle, baby." The remembering makes my heart hurt, and it's nice to know that it's there sometimes. Twee as fuck.
Currently listening:
Sneaky
By Comet Gain
Release date: 23 September, 1997
Sunday, November 6, 2005
what the hell is in the water?
Current mood: giddy
I have a confession. I love Coronation Street. Sure, it's a soap. Fine, it's been on for 40 or 50 years and I only just started watching it. But, holy crap, it's so addictive that I don't think I could stop watching if I tried. And I have no reason to try to stop. The CBC is about 7 or 8 months behind, but it's getting really good at the spot they're at right now. Murder! Abortions! Abstinence (on a soap!)! I mean, a family is in witness protection! The accents are such a good challenge to try to understand what some of them are saying.
But I have to wonder where the water supply for the street comes from because how can so much shit go down on ONE STREET? Like, not even a town or city like American soaps. This is just on the high road.
I used to watch Murder, She Wrote all the time with my dad. I could never understand how that woman could have so many friends knowing that she was always in the middle of a murder investigation. I mean, how many of her friends and relatives were accused of murder? Wouldn't someone clue into it and maybe not meet her for lunch when she's in town? Because you know that later that day you're going to be accused of murder.
Currently listening:
Friend I Once Had
By Club 8
Release date: 09 December, 2003
I have a confession. I love Coronation Street. Sure, it's a soap. Fine, it's been on for 40 or 50 years and I only just started watching it. But, holy crap, it's so addictive that I don't think I could stop watching if I tried. And I have no reason to try to stop. The CBC is about 7 or 8 months behind, but it's getting really good at the spot they're at right now. Murder! Abortions! Abstinence (on a soap!)! I mean, a family is in witness protection! The accents are such a good challenge to try to understand what some of them are saying.
But I have to wonder where the water supply for the street comes from because how can so much shit go down on ONE STREET? Like, not even a town or city like American soaps. This is just on the high road.
I used to watch Murder, She Wrote all the time with my dad. I could never understand how that woman could have so many friends knowing that she was always in the middle of a murder investigation. I mean, how many of her friends and relatives were accused of murder? Wouldn't someone clue into it and maybe not meet her for lunch when she's in town? Because you know that later that day you're going to be accused of murder.
Currently listening:
Friend I Once Had
By Club 8
Release date: 09 December, 2003
Saturday, November 5, 2005
to the dark side
Current mood: sugar high crash
This week another friend announced her upcoming wedding. They're getting married next week by themselves, no friends or family. Friends...they're dropping like flies. They're all going to the dark side.
Speaking of which... The one nice thing about living in a dark home during this time of the year is that it's so dark outside most of the time with the crappy rain that my friends can't brag about how much more light they get in their houses. It's been raining for what seems like weeks, but I know that's not true. It looks like I might move to an above ground apartment next April/May, which is more exciting than I can say. A family friend has an apartment that is coming free and offered it to me. Slightly higher rent, but light! No spiders! More room!
The cemetery walk on Saturday was fine. Wound up wandering around with no particular route, but it let everyone sorta chat and veer off the path when they saw something. I'm hoping to get out to New Westminster shortly to the cemetery there, as it's older than Vancouver's and has John Deighton, aka Gassy Jack.
Have I mentioned lately that I love Sarah Vowell? I do. For true. Smart, smart, smart.
Currently reading:
The Partly Cloudy Patriot
By Sarah Vowell
Release date: 01 October, 2003
This week another friend announced her upcoming wedding. They're getting married next week by themselves, no friends or family. Friends...they're dropping like flies. They're all going to the dark side.
Speaking of which... The one nice thing about living in a dark home during this time of the year is that it's so dark outside most of the time with the crappy rain that my friends can't brag about how much more light they get in their houses. It's been raining for what seems like weeks, but I know that's not true. It looks like I might move to an above ground apartment next April/May, which is more exciting than I can say. A family friend has an apartment that is coming free and offered it to me. Slightly higher rent, but light! No spiders! More room!
The cemetery walk on Saturday was fine. Wound up wandering around with no particular route, but it let everyone sorta chat and veer off the path when they saw something. I'm hoping to get out to New Westminster shortly to the cemetery there, as it's older than Vancouver's and has John Deighton, aka Gassy Jack.
Have I mentioned lately that I love Sarah Vowell? I do. For true. Smart, smart, smart.
Currently reading:
The Partly Cloudy Patriot
By Sarah Vowell
Release date: 01 October, 2003
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
grrr
Current mood: pissed off
I just give up. Friends wanted me to plan stuff for my birthday because they thought I shouldn't not do anything, even though I would be fine with not even acknowledging the stupid day. But, no, I plan stuff on two days and half the people who wanted me to make plans for my birthday can't even come. The other half haven't responded one way or the other. So what's the point?
I will never, ever, ever make any plans for my birthday ever again. Because, really, I shouldn't be doing it in the first place. I don't want to celebrate it. I just don't care enough to make any effort.
I'm totally angry at the world.
Currently listening:
Mitsumeru
By Gaze
Release date: 10 February, 1998
I just give up. Friends wanted me to plan stuff for my birthday because they thought I shouldn't not do anything, even though I would be fine with not even acknowledging the stupid day. But, no, I plan stuff on two days and half the people who wanted me to make plans for my birthday can't even come. The other half haven't responded one way or the other. So what's the point?
I will never, ever, ever make any plans for my birthday ever again. Because, really, I shouldn't be doing it in the first place. I don't want to celebrate it. I just don't care enough to make any effort.
I'm totally angry at the world.
Currently listening:
Mitsumeru
By Gaze
Release date: 10 February, 1998
Monday, October 24, 2005
apples!
Current mood:drowsy
I got a bunch of apples from my cousin's orchard and decided to try something different. I put cheddar cheese into the crisp part of my apple crisp. It's awesome. Cheese is dreamy.
Currently listening:
Boxing Hefner
By Hefner
Release date: 18 April, 2000
I got a bunch of apples from my cousin's orchard and decided to try something different. I put cheddar cheese into the crisp part of my apple crisp. It's awesome. Cheese is dreamy.
Currently listening:
Boxing Hefner
By Hefner
Release date: 18 April, 2000
Friday, October 21, 2005
fear of babies
Current mood: unmotivated
Holy crap! My friend, the one in Japan that took over my job there, sent an email chronicling the surprising new developments in her life since I last saw her in August. Suffice it to say I was completely, hand-over-mouth shocked.
She's been dating one of my J-friends for three years. They were maybe going to get married eventually. No rush. No immediate plans. In the hours after I sent her off drunk on Canadian beer things changed rapidly...
Starting with pregnancy tests and ending in marriage, she had a few things to tell me. And it's pretty freaking exciting to know that, in less than a year, I'll be able to see her, her husband, and her new baby when they come for a visit/reception.
But it also made me realise how terrified I am of being pregnant, in the same way I'm terrified of being buried alive and being stuck in a sinking car. I have zero interest in having children. None. And I'm not even close to ever wanting to be pregnant. Which makes me wonder if there's a gene that makes people want to be pregnant and have kids, because I lack it. And that's OK with me. Babies scare me. They're, like, a longterm committment. I get bored easily. My attention span is short. I like to be alone sometimes.
Also, watching hockey games with a Frenchman is amusing. Tonight we're going to see the Giants vs. the Rockets. Rad.
Currently reading:
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (Vintage)
By Dave Eggers
Release date: 13 February, 2001
Holy crap! My friend, the one in Japan that took over my job there, sent an email chronicling the surprising new developments in her life since I last saw her in August. Suffice it to say I was completely, hand-over-mouth shocked.
She's been dating one of my J-friends for three years. They were maybe going to get married eventually. No rush. No immediate plans. In the hours after I sent her off drunk on Canadian beer things changed rapidly...
Starting with pregnancy tests and ending in marriage, she had a few things to tell me. And it's pretty freaking exciting to know that, in less than a year, I'll be able to see her, her husband, and her new baby when they come for a visit/reception.
But it also made me realise how terrified I am of being pregnant, in the same way I'm terrified of being buried alive and being stuck in a sinking car. I have zero interest in having children. None. And I'm not even close to ever wanting to be pregnant. Which makes me wonder if there's a gene that makes people want to be pregnant and have kids, because I lack it. And that's OK with me. Babies scare me. They're, like, a longterm committment. I get bored easily. My attention span is short. I like to be alone sometimes.
Also, watching hockey games with a Frenchman is amusing. Tonight we're going to see the Giants vs. the Rockets. Rad.
Currently reading:
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (Vintage)
By Dave Eggers
Release date: 13 February, 2001
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