August 2011
Dear David Bowie
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I have been thinking about you a lot lately.Okay well maybe not you. more like the time I spent living in this nothing town in Ontario with my ex when I really started listening to your music. I was 19 and I liked annoying him by playing 'Andy Warhol' over and over in the CD deck in his car. He'd try and put in Modest Mouse or something and I'd say "one more time!" and then it would turn into twenty.
one time we went on a drive and I had my iPod Nano
(did you have one? or are you too cool for that sort of thing?)
and I said "I made us this awesome mp3 mix for the drive and it was just 'Andy Warhol' on repeat.
it took him three loops to realize it wasn't on shuffle and replaying by accident and he didn't think it was as funny as I did.
I think you're clever and cool and really interesting to look at. I think if I ever met you I would throw up from nervousness, so that probably won't ever happen. sorry in advance if it does.
when I was young I was really into Nirvana and my favourite song was "The Man Who Sold the World" and even though I knew it was a cover I didn't listen to it for a long time
I don't remember when I first heard the original (yours) but I just remember being disappointed in it which in hindsight makes me feel bad because the Nirvana cover is still my favourite
it may have to do with my tween crush on Kurt Cobain
I liked your
which is why I will never get a job at American Apparel.
Rolling Stone says you're the 39th greatest artist of all time which is stupid because you're definitely cooler than the Everley Brothers and Smokey Robinson & The Miracles and you're possibly cooler than both put together.
but Nirvana is 27th and I can't argue with that, sorry David Bowie. we already went over my Kurt Cobain crush and his angst beats out your glam rock
but I still think you're neat.
your friend in the future,
Alyson S.
important to remember
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that's from How to Blog by my friend and hero Tony Pierce and I've messed that up sort of. everyone knows I blog and I love it and it's great when people say "I read that on your blog" but at the same time there's stuff I need to vent about that needs another sounding board.
one where maybe there aren't any hits, maybe nobody reads. maybe.
at least one where I can talk about all the non-PG13 things I want to talk about on this blog but can't do because it would cause problems, or not reflect well, or whatever.
just somewhere that isn't here or stupid FaceBook or G+ or anywhere that has any real-world links and consequences
guess that's the trouble with becoming addicted to blogging, to the internet.
so if I update less here, that's why
I have a lot of things to say and they might be about you
sorry/not sorry
Jack Layton passed away today
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he was 61 and he had cancer and I am very, very upset about itfor my non-Canuck pals Jack Layton was the leader of the New Democratic Party of Canada. he was the official leader of the Official Opposition to the Conservative Party, which holds a majority government right now.
he was an amazing person who fought hard for important things in our country and had a vision for Canada that I think has been lost by the people in charge right now
politics are huge and even if you don't agree with someone's policies it's impossible not to say that my country lost a great person this morning
he's right up there with Tommy Douglas, Stephen Lewis and Pierre Trudeau. he was an amazing Canadian and a really cool, interesting person.
he rode his bike to work every morning, did you know that?
there was a shot of him at The Olympics in '10 with his wife and he was clearly wasted watching hockey and I thought "you're so cool Jack Layton"
and I met him during his campaign. I shook his hand and he looked me in the eye and I feel stupid for saying so but it changed me in a way I can't describe. I told him I believed in him and I did.
I went to go get a stress coffee because everyone in my office is talking about it and being upset and it's depressing me even more and now I'm back and it's just as bad. maybe worse.
funny how something like this affects you. and the people around you.
everyone I know is fucked-up about this right now
I'm going to go run on the treadmill and cry and pretend it's sweat or workout tears or something I don't know.
speaking of 60's themes
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Tyrone tells me that ABC is doing a show about a Pan Am stewardess called "Pan Am" set in the 60's and apparently might be decent because the guy who directed The West Wing and the guy who produced ER are working on it, but I haven't seen either show so I can't tell you what I think.
actually I can, it looks like Mad Men but with airplanes.
also whenever I think of stories about stewardesses I think about that movie with Gwyneth Paltrow in it called View from the Top which I didn't like.
but I have to stop blogging now because Tyrone wants to watch the original Psycho which I haven't seen and I know he wants me to watch, so no more blogging for tonight. waah.
6pm on a Sunday
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Tyrone is playing Fallout New Vegas. He's in Camp McCarran talking to NCR Rangers and we're inhaling chips and a dip I made out of cream cheese and salsa with chips. Not the best snack but dinner won't be ready for a while.
We're making Moroccan slow-cooker chicken that's going to be insane. here's what's in it:
1 pound skinless, boneless chicken breast halves - cut into 2 inch pieces
4 cloves garlic, chopped
1 large onion, chopped
1 (28 ounce) can diced tomatoes
3 fresh peaches - peeled, pitted and sliced
1 (15 ounce) can garbanzo beans, drained
1 cup chopped dried apricots
2 teaspoons ground cumin
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground coriander
1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
2 cups chicken broth
1 tablespoon cornstarch
1 tablespoon water
3 tablespoons chopped fresh cilantro
1/3 cup slivered almonds, toasted
needless to say the apartment smells amazing and we're making up for it by inhaling this unhealthy snack until we can devour that tastiness over some couscous.
plus I've been running three miles every other day so I don't feel too bad.
it's weird to be running on a treadmill, for years my huge boobs made it impossible to run on anything but an elliptical which is bo-ring. something about a treadmill is better, easier, maybe it's that the found keeps coming at you instead of you moving over it. I don't know. I just think about it all the time. like, all the time.
last night Ty went to a potluck our friends hosted and brought ginger beef, but I had a headache and was tired from painting the office all week and running all those miles and being stressed out so I stayed home and watched 12 Monkeys, part of Marie Antoinette and then Vertigo.
Vertigo was amazing but I can't get behind Kim Novak's drawn-on eyebrows
I get that it's the 1950's style but I just don't think the go with her hair. maybe that's the point. now I'm cruising around the 'vintage' section on easy because I'm inspired by the classy decor of the Vertigo movie sets and also the music from the video game.
now Tyrone is throwing phones around and doing drugs.
I mean in Fallout, sillies.
Hip Hop Sunday #12 : Spesh K - It Ain't That Serious ft. Tiggz
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slept in super late, 12 hrs in total to be exact.
no idea what we're doing today, waking up at 1pm isn't something we do often and it throws a wrench in my gears to be starting off so late.
brunch, coffee, what else is there to do today?
nothing, that's what.
happy Hip Hop Sunday
It's Friday night
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we're sitting in The Fyxx and I am drinking an Italian soda that tastes like a creamsicle because they're out of club soda, so it has orange San Pelegrino in it instead, and it's vanilla, so, creamsicle.maybe we're getting old and uncool because we don't have party plans for tonight but there's free wifi and we're sharing the best brownie ever and 90's hip hop is on and I'm happy.
the first time I came to The Fyxx was when I was 17 and it's embarrassing to tell you how sheltered and horrible I was. I was wish my friend Rae-Annon who looking back was much, much cooler than I am and I had an espresso for the first time and it was suck a shock to my system it's like I was drunk
after dinner and espresso and Italian soda we sat on the stoop of a store across the street and I remember being scared of everything
news flash: Tyrone says "know what'd be sweet? Getting a back tattoo that's a tattoo of someone giving you a back tattoo, which is a tattoo of someone giving you a back tattoo, and it just continues on like that" so now I am googling 'recursion' and this is what it came up with:
I was going to go back to being 17 and scared of everything and stories about that, but we just saw a drug deal go down for reals.
the dude in a silver car with BC plates rolled up outside the fyxx and this sketchy lady who's been sitting with two other sketchy dudes on a bench across the street went over to the car just like she knew who they were. they talked, the window went down. she walked away and stashed something in her pocket.
not that it's my business, but that's some pretty sloppy drug-dealing if you ask me. this isn't exactly a bad part of town and there are people walking around.
oh, now she's doling it out to her friends. what could it be?
my guess is meth.
now there's one guy left eating poutine by himself, his friends are gone off to do their drugs I guess but he's still sitting there with his drugs on him, eating his poutine from Smokes's Poutinerie.
guy has his priorities in order.
I had a dream last night
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that myself and some others were on our way home from Connect and staying in this person's house for some reason, though in real life it's only an eight hour drive that's how dreams workit was the house of someone I've never even met in real life, only someone I've heard about in passing so it makes no sense that we'd be there but regardless, it was a sty
towards the end of the dream we were in this crazy messy house and I kept hearing this super annoying chiming sound, like a ringtone on a phone or something
so I'm running around this house in my dream looking for the source of this sound and Ty is sitting on the bed and Alex-lee is sitting at the computer and I'm yelling at them
help me find this sound I'm going crazy
and I open up this wall vent and taped inside is a cordless phone which appears to be the cause of this sound. I look and the batteries are duct-taped in and I rip off the duct tape and pull out the batteries
but the sound keeps on going
so I'm running around this house like a madwoman ripping open drawers and looking under couches and yelling at Ty and Alex-lee for not helping me, and I tear open another vent and find a blackberry stuffed inside with the batteries taped into it and I think
this guy is playing a prank on me
so I pull the batteries out but the sound keeps going and going and I feel like I'm going out of my mind in this dream
and then I wake up and realize that the sound is coming from Ty's iPhone which is in the kitchen and going off because he's in the shower. So I haul myself out of bed still half-asleep, turn off the alarm and lie down trying to get back the extra fifteen minutes of sleep that I've been robbed of.
and that's why we had a fight this morning*
* we didn't have a fight. i lied.
Know why I love the Internet?
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I can only hope that #HalfPintsThursday this evening with the tweeps is half as weird and zany as this video, but somehow I doubt it.
Somehow I don't think we can top this.
Nobody can.
Hi front yard cat
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Hi Alyson
I can't talk to you right now, I'm too upset
upset about what? it's sunny out and the grass feels good. look. I'm rolling around in it. come lie in the grass with me
I'm just going to sit here for a second, I ran three miles at the gym and I'm tired and I'm going to cry
don't cry, cryings for pussies. like me. get it?
you're not funny, front yard cat
I saw you smile
I'm too upset, I just found out my student loan isn't big enough to cover even my fall term this year
that's shitty, why would they do that? You work really hard, I'm always here in the front yard watching you come and go, I see it
they think I make too much, though all my money goes towards bills and rent
what are you going to do? want to share my grasshopper I'm eating?
no that's gross. and I don't know, try and fight with them to cover more and hope for the best I guess
when do you think it's going to be resolved?
I don't know
how about I headbutt you until you feel better
no
what's in here? I'm just going to hang out here for a whilestop that, get out of my bag
no I like it here
get out
I'm staying here until you cheer up
I'm going inside now, goodbye
I'll always be here to swat at your ankles in the morning if you need me
I know, I love you front yard cat
