today i joined the masses.
sacrificed another layer of anonimity.
put myself on the GPS grid, the omnipotent radar of Big Brother himself.

i got a cellphone.

i'm such a sellout.

no wonder i've been in a shitty mood. i haven't been dancing... duhhhh.... *smacks forehead ( Read more... )

this past week, i've started to see how much i missed in college. seriously, i was sleepwalking. i've concluded that i was sub-active, semi-conscious, practically in a coma from Nov 02 to Nov 04. too bad that was half my post-secondary career.

i've re-read The Scarlet Letter, which reads very differently for me now. there's so much in it. and ( Read more... )

word of the day is DISMAL. very useful word. describes the Flames, the local newspaper, AND the weather. *grumblebitchwhinegrowlcomplain*

so long, kippy. see you in the fall. and don't worry, it wasn't your fault.

the question now is: oilers or senators? any port in a storm is a good one...

i've just reached a new milestone, of sorts, of the "everyone i know is getting married" variety. previous to this morning, "everyone" was family, close friends, and general acquaintances ( Read more... )

ooo, ooo, oooo... what a good tour concert. GREAT tour concert. they soundin' real good. but alas and alack, i am not on tour, so i did not have the pleasure of partaking in said concert, nor of boarding the 530 bus headed for sunny mexico with a whole crowd of the greatest people ever.

( april is angst month! )

i don't mean to be a downer, but this scared the shit out of me this morning. three blocks from where my sister and her family live, right smack in the neighbourhood we grew up in. how do you react to this ( Read more... )

jury = done.
paper = done and done.

"My music can only be meaningful to somebody else if it's meaningful to me." - Barbara Pentland

It is very much little black dress time.

ahhh april 20th, a day that will live in my memory forever... unofficial BC day... the fateful day jamie and i chose for our recital last year... a day when badgers and mushrooms actually still referred to badgers and mushrooms... the first day our landladies ever called us with a noise complaint... the day we found johnny popoff hiding in the ( Read more... )

"Even the smallest unit of language, a sound, is politically charged."
- Wendy Waring

"It may be that there is nothing more troubling than the feminist analysis."
- Micheline Dumont