♥ hilarious greeting cards
♥ playing chess against boys (especially if I win)
♥ B's successful dinner party
♥ drawing, writing
♥ when friends share delicious food
♥ toasted plain bagel with philadelphia cream cheese
♥ super-tight hugs
♥ swimming for the first time this summer
♥ giggly children
♥ staying up late, reading the unbearable lightness of being, or writing
♥ conversations with andrew that included in-depth discussion about: abortion (we are against), animals, feminist theory, (my) dead skin (dust), mosquito bites, and lighter topics and tangents like shaving cream, old tom hanks movies, and also stumbling onto a list of the 15 strangest themed restaurants!
♥ walking around the marina on a beautiful evening
♥ calico coffeehouse
♥ the great russian dancer, rudolf nureyev, who i think is super-hunky with his chiseled features. seriously, why walk when you could dance, if one could dance like him? mohammad agreed that he is a hunk (it was nice that he could pretend to gush over his dreaminess with me when we watched)
♥ exchanging mix-tapes
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girl: *gasps* Oh, my. What is this? What is this?
Mr. Wolf: What is what? What is? What is? What is it?
girl: Wow. I think I feel it. I've never quite felt this being-and-feeling before.
( Read more... )
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we (were)wolves
sick with summer fever.
the warm wind would punctuate our sentences
only slight ums, and ahs, between
otherwise talking fervoursly
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clementines, tangerines, nectarines:one of them is not quite like the other it's okay you've mistaken one for ( another another and another )
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Roy Walker: All right, close your eyes. What do you see?
Alexandria: Nothing.
Roy Walker: Rub them... Can you see the stars?
Alexandria: Yes.
Alexandria: I fell again.
Roy Walker: I heard. Everybody's heard. You're famous.
Alexandria: Are they angry?
Roy Walker: Yeah, but not at you.
I impulsively bought this movie, The Fall at a pawn-shop. It's title, the spine, it's colours, pulled me. I'm reminded of Salvador Dali and Frida Kahlo paintings. It's good.
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Transplanted onion bulbs from our backyard to a large pot in the front-yard. Imagined the bowling-alley reflection of a bald man's scalp, but with young green onion off-shoots as hair. This task was not brain surgery. Sectioned onion-bulb shoots. Gently shook the excess soil. Trimmed the hairs, save for later, for flavour, for dinner. Slowly, carefully, disentangle the roots of bunched bulbs. Churn up and loosen the soil in the pot. Take away stray roots, leaves, weeds. Create a tiny space using my thumb and index in the soil for each onion bulb; the wispy white roots remind me of a seal's whiskers. Secure bulbs in place...Aha! Watch tiny red ants crawling in circular fashion and then disband. Soy bugs scatter. Frantic earwigs. Spider, disappear.
Once, when I was younger I had a cabbage patch doll and I cut her stringy brown hair. I thought her hair would grow back.
I think I need to get a hair-cut soon.
( procrastination )
I will attempt to translate and quote my mother who is generally filled with wisdom and intensity:
"If you cut the shoots and leaves right down to the bare, then how can it become a fruitful tree?"
She was ranting about my father's over-enthusiasm about cutting things in the garden.
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wearable construction piece by steven ischkin
nylon+wire sewn together. backdrop using bedsheets. natural + single incandescent lightsource
music: okkyung lee, wind+fall
edited in windowsmoviemaker
( process, process, process )
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She is magnificently talented. And beautiful. And enchanted.
ST VINCENT Everytime I play her album ACTOR I feel as though I am wrapped in a technicolour dreamcoat and I'm spinning, and spinning and the birds are chirping flirtatiously and every person I come across is all dewy-eyed and all you can really do is dance and smile even though maybe it's difficult sometimes to turn up that relaxed, slack-jaw or clenched jaw, but you find yourself smiling and swelling, and in dancing and smiling you very subtlety and slowly display your palette of big beautiful, orchestral, emotions.
Oh my God it's true, i love stvincent
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I think, I like David Simard very very very much.
*Blush* He's so talented and dreamy... Voice, guitar, mandolin, glockenspiel, mouth trumpet and foot stomp... what can't you do, David, but to steal my heart... you had me at foot stomp.
http://myspace.com/davidsimardmusic
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My parents used to tell me not to talk to strangers, but strangers seem to like to approach and talk to me. It makes things easier for me, and it makes everyday interesting. But sometimes, I know there are strangers that you should just smile at then and walk away very fast and then are strangers that you don't mind talking to for a bit longer. ( Read more... )
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Went to a restaurant today I've never been to before (but have always been curious about), for lunch with my friend, Andrew and B. Definitely an "experience", mostly because the lady there, Denise is quite a character and is the personality of (Thunder Bay Restaurant). She takes our request, and is the one to also make our food. ( Read more... )
The restaurant was kind of like a museum itself.
Photos can speak a thousand words, so here are a few:
( I spy...old photos, coca-cola bottles, silver-spoon collection... )
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June 14, 2009
APPLES RED DELICIOUS
When my family grocery shops, it's intense and probably one of the ways in which we spend time together. My sister was outright furious because the signs at the grocery store listed items NOUN then ADJECTIVE, like this: APPLES RED DELICIOUS and ONIONS WHITE. This unsettled her and she also mentioned how she hates her english teacher, that her english teacher would probably tear apart these signs if he walked in here right now... This is why I love my sister.( Read more... ) At the store while we were browsing, an older gentleman approached us very warmly. He had magician hands -- he said he wanted to show us something and asked us to watch his palm as he had one quarter then smoothly one quarter became four. Then, he carefully pulled out a piece of paper from the pocket of his shirt which I think contained more pieces of paper much like the one he was passing on to us. The paper was of photocopied proverbs from the bible( Read more... )
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June 13, 2009
PRETTY LITTLE BIRD
Mo bought a new camera, and we agreed that we wanted to photograph some birds. Not long ago, I suggested the zoo and asked if his little sister, Mona would be interested. So, B also joined us and we all went. Mo's 7-year old sister, Mona, is really adorable and I was pretty excited to hang out with her and Mo. Reminded me how much joy, curiousity, and excitement that children naturally have. Mona was most excited to see and take us to the bears, which she explained ( Read more... )
REVERIES
Over dinner a few nights ago, my dad mentioned he would like to go back to school -- that he would wait for my sister to finish (which is about 4 years, starting September). I asked him what he'd like to study, he said film. He completed graphic design at Fanshawe College back when Photoshop didn't exist, and computers had those gigantic black floppies( Read more... )
CREATIVITY
I am reminding myself: to have self-discipline, to be open to possibilities -- to be aware of limitations but not let them falter me too much. Also, to adapt, to keep going with what I have. (Life) just feels big, beautiful, and colourful for me right now( Read more... )
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music:
wax mannequin - untitled | the physics of meaning - aeroplanes and hurricanes | uh huh her - run | the great lake swimmers - the animals of the world | broken social scene - pitter patter goes my heart
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WHEN THE EARTH FEELS LIKE IT'S SLIPPING UNDERNEATH YOU
( Read more... )
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Wee! finished this morning.
materials: branches + scraps of fabric + thread + fishing line + wire + cotton
inspired by this website and also alexander calder.
probably the trickiest thing was trying to get everything to "balance" properly.
might work on one other piece tonight.
( blue bird, green bird, pink bird... )
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Big Bad Love
girl: What is love?
Mr. Wolf: Baby, don't hurt me.( Read more... )
Mr. Wolf: Doesn't Love understand?
Pretty Little Spell
girl: Well, yes. But I really have to take my time to ( Read more... )
a Lone wolf, but not
Mr. Wolf: Are you looking for love now, love?
girl: No.
Mr. Wolf: Then, you're on your own, dear! ( Read more... )
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pins and needles sparkle in my eyes and fingertips.
my toes hurt but i can feel the atoms that make my feet --
that make up my body.
can't breathe breathing too fast breathing too fast
tides circling around my lashes ( Read more... )
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a collection of photos by jayal chung and steven ischkin
this video projection was part of:
definitely superior art gallery's Urban Infill Series March 21 - 24 2007
and
Café de la Sol event at Gargoyles February 2008
music: silver rain fell by scorn
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wooden legs, folding joints.
faulty hinges, loose knots.
hanging nail, bent skeleton.
e x panded wood
sticks and sticks
unsafe frames
yarn clothed, tied, two together
two lengths joined together
sliver.
split, fallen, sticks on sticks.
just two sticks you better
learn how to stand
on your own
two feet.
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I like abandoned places and don't mind leaning things.
A fear that I do have: Yesterday morning, while driving on the single-lane road, I found myself getting anxious.( Read more... )
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( I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. I guess every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, horses... taking pictures of your feet. )
May 29, 2009 On the ever-changing display board at one church: "LOVE DOES NOT HAVE A PRICE-TAG"--Or does it? Jesus saves, my mother spends... she found two pretty dresses at the department store and put them on hold to try the evening before graduation ( ... )Convocation May 30, 2009 ( ... ) Individual tiny ants. That's what we are sort of like. Little tiny ants, on a big journey. I spent the majority of day and evening with my dearest friend-since-kindergarten, Elise. ( Read more... )
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i put this together today using adobe photoshop + windowsmoviemaker. my first "crude" attempt at animation - frame-by-frame. inspired by: pigeons, love, bread crumbs, cobble-stone pathways, tea, broken hearts, glass, and derelict places. music clips: patrick wolf - pigeon song / st.vincent - black rainbow /coco rosie - by your side / beirut - postcards from italy
book version: here
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Emotionally exhausting morning. Physically, my limbs are heavy ( ... ) Terminator Salvation brings back a lot of childhood movie memories( ... )
I think my beloved professor/thesis advisor is encouraging me to be a feminist scholar. Is it fitting that I'm attempting not to put myself in any sort of theoretical dress by a certain label?( ... )
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On a warm, spring day, a young girl in a shimmering dress sits alone in an open grassland. She has tiny mason jars, crayons and a large book of bound paper. She is drawing a map. Then on another page, she writes ten words - locating and representing each of her fears at that time.( ten fears )
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Inspired by the movie Enchanted, childhood fairy tales, designer Alexander McQueen, the myth of Narcissus, Lacan's mirror stage, Steven's photo of mason jars, oak trees, and from my own nature walks in the forest.( Read more... )
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In this brief tale, one man's best friend is his television. You'd expect that it was a dog, but this man is allergic to dogs. A television is much better for this man. The bigger the better.( Read more... )
Before I was born, television existed.
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