"vegan except for sushi"

This is hilarious. I just caught this in the first Bad Sex (without Neal Pollack) column on Nerve.com. Someone is describing some dude from Sarah Lawrence College in the States, and that's what she says about him: "vegan except for sushi". It's exquisite.

Maybe it's better that I didn't do a liberal arts degree on this continent... :)

I'll tell you a story that came up in a conversation a couple of days ago, and that I've been reminded of again today. I would like to find out what secret messages may be hidden in this story and how it's affected me since it happened.

I was in elementary school. Probably 10 or eleven years old. For as long as I can remember I've had a key to whatever house I was living in because both my parents worked and would not return until after school was out. During elementary school I also used to go home for lunch and so I needed to let myself in. My younger brother also came home for lunch, but not necessarily every day. I don't really remember what activities may have kept him away.

What I do remember is that Chrissy's mom, who lived right across the street from me, did not work, and was home all day. I must have discovered this one time that I forgot my key and she invited me to have lunch with her.

Well, I love a welcoming home and I guess I must have started "forgetting" my key more often. Maybe not conciously, but you get the idea, don't you? I was just a girl looking for some home loving. I still am, by the way.

Until one day, Chrissy's mom was on the phone and I overheard her talking about me. She seemed to be talking to a friend, saying how she felt bad for this lonely little girl from across the street but that it was getting to be too much, or something.

Kind of broke my heart.

Things like this don't really break my heart anymore, but I'm not made of plastic either. I still find myself occasionally taking up more space in someone's life than they seem to want me to. Or like, say, one friend really wants me there but another doesn't.

Like hearing someone's mom tell you "maybe it's time you went home now, Isabel", it may not bust but it bruises.

I am so bad

I'm either getting myself into trouble or I'm getting myself into other sorts of trouble. I am so so bad.

...Man, I love it. Perhaps one day I shall grow up and then it will all be gone, both the trouble and the thrills I get from it.

PLEASE have a good weekend and don't let anyone tell you not to!

"A real limbic brain kind of night"

This is also about how I want (how+I also looks like howl... anyway) This is also about how I want to construct my life, on a daily basis.

I am looking for bravery, in myself and in others. I'm willing to initiate the bravery factory. Don't have a problem being the trendsetter.

Doomed but Energetic. Doomed is a fact that returns to haunt me every so often and then I follow one of two paths: lazily give in to it and wallow and complain. this often produces pretty funny results that entertain people so it's not all bad. Or pump myself up with positive spin by taking a step back and making light of my doom. This is the energetic side.

Right now I want to focus on the construction of me and the bigger picture instead of trying to pinpoint *the* decision that will save my life. How could I make the wisest decision if I'm missing information about who I am and what my stengths are and what I want?

Pieces have been coming together slowly and I have a feeling they will continue dropping in a maddening pace until it's all over.

Now. Now. Now.

***

Later:
I am such a wuss. Who knew brain paths were so difficult to erase?

You know the sharp nostalgic feeling you get when you see something that reminds you of someone? That's the brain path at work. But then, lacking stimulus, the path fades and the "something" reminds you of the "someone" less and less until it doesn't hurt anymore, or not nearly so much.

But I am a wuss. And sometimes it seems like for-effing-ever until something doesn't remind me of someone.

Wuss. Wuss. Wuss.

Yoga bunny says: hop!

A great yoga session last night. Teresa and I continued our "tour" of yoga classes around town at a place on St. Denis called Coeur Corps, I think. This is when I think the Montreal Yoga Directory lacks some things you pick up about classes by going that other people might benefit from finding out about on a website, like the fact that this teacher has a huge sense of humour and her class is mostly cracking little jokes. Very light. I went in pretty angry (work, what else?) and came out bubbly.

Walked around the Ghetto and the Plateau looking for some friends, but goddamn them they don't have cell phones. They weren't at the Bifteck and they weren't at Miami so I gave up. Should've asked someone to call me after my class...

Hey! Lo & The Magnetics will be playing next Tuesday, August 30 at a place called Lounge Eleven, 4445 St. Laurent, that's just below Mount Royal. $5. The show will start around 10:45pm says Chris. Originally, I told him I couldn't go because of work, but you know? When the future comes around I won't care either way whether I was at work early or not, so I've decided to go in late the next day and go to the show. Get your priorities straight, people! People before companies!

leaps and bounds of faith

Back at work, only in body. I used my university days technique: "don't think about why you're getting up, just do it". And then I come to work and continue "not thinking about it" but I can't help looking around and seeing everyone chugging away at their laptops, inhuman work.
This is easy work, anyone could do it. So why is it so hard?
When I was fed up at Events the winter of 2004 I wanted to quit and just write and I called my mother and told her about it and she said, quite to my surprise, that I should. That I should take the leap of faith, that things would work out for me. But I quickly got scared, mostly of being poor, and I didn't do it. And now I feel the same. Most of me wants to quit, like, now. But then this other mean side of me reminds me I may not be able to pay the rent. What have I gotten myself into?

Anyway, I'm not working at all today. I guess I did, but in body only. I told you: anybody could do it with their mind closed.

Want to open a sex shop? A movie memoribilia store? A DJ Marketing enterprise? Let's do something where we get to walk around and hang out in different places, not always the same. Let's meet new people all the time and work on the big picture. Let's make a living out of the great part of life that is NOT cold-hearted like a reptile.

Will I be convinced this time or will I lose again? Stay tuned. In the meantime, I liked this:

Mr. Jeavons Said That I Was A Very Clever Boy

Mr. Jeavons, the psychologist at the school, once asked me why 4 red cars in a row made it a Good Day, and 3 red cars in a row made it a Quite Good Day, and 5 red cars in a row made it a Super Good Day, and why 4 yellow cars in a row made it a Black Day, which is a day when I don't speak to anyone and sit on my own reading books and don't eat my lunch and Take No Risks. He said that I was clearly a very logical person, so he was surprised that I should think like this because it wasn't very logical.

I said that I liked things to be in a nice order. And one way of things being in a nice order was to be logical. Especially if those things were numbers or an argument. But there were other ways of putting things in a nice order. And that was why I had Good Days and Black Days. And I said that some people who worked in an office came out of their house in the morning and saw that the sun was shining and it made them feel happy, or they saw that it was raining and it made them feel sad, but the only difference was the weather and if they worked in an office the weather didn't have anything to do with whether they had a good day or a bad day.

I said that when Father got up in the morning he always put his trousers on before he put his socks on and it wasn't logical but he always did it that way, because he liked things in a nice order, too. Also whenever he went upstairs he went up two at a time, always starting with his right foot.

Mr. Jeavons said that I was a very clever boy.

-Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time

O-hio!

I'm only on page 28, but I would looove to run home and spend the afternoon reading Shogun. I called my mother last night and told her about it and she reminded me that when I was very little and the series was on tv, I used to say I could speak Japanese because I knew the words from the show.

Ohio gosimasu!

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, I wish for... a samurai or a cowboy... a man with a code of honour and no BS. Maybe he could look like Robert Redford too, haha.

Nos divertimos en primavera

Uf, estuve sin Internet en casa durante ...cuantos dias fueron al final? Ni siquiera lo he calculado pero quizas un par o un poco mas. Fue terrible. Sufri. En serio! Luis nunca me deja sufrir, me recuerda que no soy una ninita muriendo de hambre en el Sudan. Y es cierto, pero igual lo pase mal.

Probablemente tenga relacion con la "incontinencia brinckiana" que me diagnostico Maza. El asunto es que sin poderme comunicar con mis amigos, me senti casi ovillo al fondo de una caja oscuro. Pena, pena, pena. Y peor para los amigos locales, porque para mi el vuelco despues de la pena es el juzgamiento. No me llamaste para avisarme del carrete, por que no? No me quieres suficiente. Agh, sueno como mi papa: "no me diste suficientemente las gracias". Guacala.

Y estoy en mi semana libre, sin horarios y sin trabajo. No ha sido tan emocionante como me lo imaginaba, y hasta he pensado si no sera una perdida de tiempo. Cuesta tener horas en que no soy productiva, ni laboral ni personalmente. Pero que es productiva...que es?

Si estas leyendo esto, es que entiendes espanol, y te recomendaria el blog de mi prima, pero no se si su intencion es que lo lean otras personas asi no publicare su URL.

Pa que lo dije entonces? Porque es mi blog y digo lo que se me antoja. A proposito, tengo una duda: por que en Chile estan posteando en sus blogs cosas que ya han salido en medios masivos? Tengo curiosidad por este extrano fenomeno...

La onda por estos dias es "leave well enough alone" y tratar de saborear mi momento. Creo que fue simbolico echar todo a perder tratando de mejorar el sistema operativo de mi computador, que no era gran cosa pero funcionaba. Y por eso creo que ahora es tiempo de no estar pensando tanto en avances sino en quietud. El ahora, como dicen.

Creo que estoy lateando. chao!

Rejuvenating sun

"I wish I haaaad Paul Newman's eyes, and every day came with some surprise. That would be nice."**

That was me, singing in an audible though not loud voice, biking down Cristophe-Colombe on my way home from the Laurier Pool. During legal business hours now, heh. Isn't it amazing how just an hour or two of nice, warm sun can produce an effect as positive as a massage?

My week off has begun and I plan to just enjoy my life without that big ugly annoying part that is "work" in the middle of my otherwise fantastic days. I overheard a woman at the pool saying that we've had 28 days of +30 degree weather this summer in Montreal. :)

I recommend everyone follow the link in the comment that was posted in the previous entry. I didn't check out the facts, but apparently it's a commencement speech by David Foster Wallace to a liberal arts class. I didn't study liberal arts and I haven't even read DFW, but I like the way he thinks.

In other news, I would like to marry Owen Wilson now. If someone knows him and can make an introduction, I'm game.

Off to bikram yoga now to break a sweat in the name of flexibility and concentration.

*Heart*

**a song by Dogs Die in Hot Cars

Catch this phrase

"play it by ear" is THIS close to being included on my list of catch-phrases I despise. Others are:
-I'm a visual person
-Partners in crime

Recent addition:
-The nature of the beast

Now someone tell me why, if the rest of my life is such a source of joy, work has to be a slippery slope of frustration. Does that make any sense?

Looking up my skirt

Ok, not to sound all conceited, but I would be jealous of myself. Last night, after good tacos, Bat Macumba, rum, rum, rum, then dancing to Brazilian music at that second floor dance club on Mount Royal, you know the one with the old couches and velvet curtains? Ok, after that, after Salonica poutine on Sarah's steps, we broke-into-Laurier-pool-and-skinnydipped! Man. Is that the funnest thing ever? Kinda. And we didn't even get caught.

Los Calientes

¿Querías un post en español, Chi-k? Aquí te va. Vas a tener que leer entre líneas o preguntarme si quieres saber la historia tras esto! :P

Ella va a salir esta noche dejando a atrás
su vanidad.
Quiere gustar y ser gustada,
sentirse deseada, bailar y bailar.
Cómanse a besos esta noche
total nadie lo va a notar.
Cómanse a besos esta noche
total nadie lo va a notar.
Él va a salir esta noche dejando atrás
su vanidad.
Tiene un compromiso muy corto,
se siente seguro de provocar.
Si no te apreciara tanto
te daría un beso que te haría temblar.
Como yo te aprecio mucho te lo voy a dar igual.
Cómanse a besos esta noche
total nadie lo va a notar.
Ella va a salir esta noche
dispuesta a dar su vanidad.
Va a jugar su parte coqueta,
está tan lanzada le viene lo que hay.
Si no te apreciara tanto
te daría un beso que te haría temblar.
Como yo te aprecio mucho te lo voy a dar igual.
Cómanse a besos esta noche
total nadie lo va a notar.
Cómanse a besos esta noche
total nadie lo va a notar.
Cómanse a besos esta noche
total nadie lo va a notar.
Cómanse a besos esta noche,
hoy es tiempo de desnudar.

forgot to add this

Does anyone else hear "anemics for summer" on the CBC instead of "a new mix for summer" or whatever it is they're really saying? I seriously thought that's what they said for probably all of July.

In other news, Scotty says I was "personal of the day" on The Onion the other day. I say it's his excuse for explaining to his girlfriend how he happened upon my personal ad, but whatever! ;) The first thing I did was go onto Nerve and try to locate the checkbox that would take me OFF of The Onion, but there was none.

I have the ad up all the time -regardless of my single or non- status- because I like seeing who spends their money on sending me notes. It's an ego-boosting, passive exercise. Very girl. I'm a girl. By the way.

not just Patrick Watson

You know I never mentioned before that I saw another local celebrity of sorts at a $0.99 pizza place on St. Laurent not too long ago. You know that old, blonde hippie woman with the blue eyeliner that asks for change on St. Denis? Yeah, she was having a slice at the parlour on St. Laurent and Rachel, and a Pepsi.

Caroline says she saw the "french" guy from Gilmour Girls, the one that works at the same hotel as Lorelei, in the elevator at work, coming from the 3rd floor gym.