In Which I Rant (and everyone is shocked).

Couldn’t stop LOLing and nodding (and loving her!) while reading this ‘rant’ by a really great friend of mine, Sonia Stanger. We met in Kindergarten, and have been talking loudly to each other ever since. She was in fact just here in Montreal last weekend for an NDP youth conference and we had hell of an adventure hang night (although I’m a bit worried she still might be pissed at me for breaking one too many beer bottles on the dance floor, ha woops!) But seriously, this sentence! “Women, as a collective, are like the sublime and unfathomable and unknowable goddamn raging ocean.” …

Stanger Than Fiction

Oh why hello there! Fancy meeting you here. What’s that you say? Shouldn’t I be studying for a certain stats final just now? I think you and I both know that that’s why I’m even here, so I wouldn’t complain if I were you.

Just a little procrastination soapbox time for your Tuesday eve’. I should probably write a post about my weekend and Montreal and how much I adore the city and how Canadians need to battle against mounting cynicism, but that sounds altogether too timely and logical, and rather unlike me. Just go back and read my post about Amsterdam, and insert “Montreal” where it says “Amsterdam”, and you’ll be set. TO THE SOAPBOX!

Today, I read a comment online that I wish I could say was shockingly uncommon. Instead, it left me groaning and face-palming by its sheer, disheartening echoiness through the ages:

“I just like…

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The Color of Femininity

Just a collection of images that I really identify with in an emotional, chaotic, multi-faceted and mischievous – ultra femme kind of way. (An aspect of femininity and a particular breed of women in particular that I think deserve more acknowledgement and celebration)

Most of them are unfortunately un-cited (except otherwise stated) because I pulled them from the internet (mostly tumblr) before I had any intention of using them.

Beginning my personally appointed book club by Lisa and Leah.

Just the third page and already, this:

 ‘…”offensive” is frequently but a synonym for “unusual;” and a great work of art is of course always original, and thus by its very nature should come as a more or less shocking surprise.’

– ‘Lolita’, Forward

White Blindness and Everything Hurts

This piece on Thought Catalog by Kate Massy is a really beautiful reflection on the emotional spectrum and it’s inevitable waves of darkness and light.

‘The girl I kissed might have a variety of feelings, but she might not. She might have some directed at me, but she might not. This is okay. We live in a spectrum of color that overwhelms us with joy in equal measure to sadness. A few weeks ago, I left a bar alone because I couldn’t handle talking to anyone; being there felt like a silly waste. A few days ago, I left a bar with her. I put my arm around her and mentioned that she smelled nice, and that moment was neither silly nor wasteful.’

(click the quotation to follow the link)

Like shut up, I can’t get off the internet.

Earlier tonight I clicked a link posted by a FB friend leading to this fantastic post by my new favorite blogger: Am I A Hypocrite For Professing Radical Self Love While Wearing 5 Inch Heels? The Intersection Between Fashion, Personal Expression & Loving Who You Are www.galadarling.com.

Her blog is endless in itself and filled with links to other incredible sites, so I’ve been stuck in the internet since, reading/looking at things like:

Add that to checking up on all of the other lovely lady bliggers I’ve been following lately like Model Burn Book, Rachel Rabbit, Slutever, Jane-in-bedHeadspace (n.) and the whole universe of Thought Catalog, and I may never leave my bedroom again.

Except yes I will.

But seriously, it’s dangerous, there’s so much to see and read and feel inspired by. I’m so easily distracted by wanting to absorb it all, while also trying to write and create my own work (and do things like clean or whatever).

The internet feels like an endless buffet of every kind of food you can imagine,
and I love food. Talk about over stimulation.

Ice Prints.

I’m not sure if these photos really do them justice, but frozen over these leaves are sheets of ice with the imprints of leaves different from the ones beneath them. What I think this means is that when the ice melted and shifted, it kept it’s original shape, more or less. While walking home very late one night last week I noticed this happening at the edge of the sidewalk all along the block of my house. Instantly fascinated, I spent a good while crouched on the ground taking these pictures:

Since then I’ve been noticing the designs that form in thin sheets of ice all over and remembering the way frost would freeze in these intricate floral like patterns on the windows of my elementary school bus. I’m now wanting to make ice-art.

I’m also wanting to make a ton of mobiles. Ice print mobiles?