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Dear Livejournal,
I put my first thing on etsy today--one of the pennants from this pile. Look: dorywithserifs.etsy.com.
In the height of thesis-writing madness, I made cheese scones, the site of an epic battle (there are a few more shots on flickr, click the photo to get there).
who wouldn't want to live here? It's the epitome of apartment.
Sam and I went to Hamilton last week, lots of big brick buildings looking a little shabby on a bright+cold day. We got good swag at Value Village and then saw Julie Doiron play in the corner of someone's livingroom.
So my new holiday proposal for February is probably better described as an altered ritual: I think that Valentines Day should be spent with ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends, drinking whiskey, sitting on the floor, and cutting letter "X"s out of pink and red construction paper, and writing passive-aggressive, yet sweet notes on them. (Fork photograph from flickr user rakka, part of the craftzine valentines day card contest.)
1. Shade grown sweaters
The other day, at dinner at Sarah's I put for the question: Is there a name for the phenomenon of breaking up with someone by just not returning their calls while they are not returning yours? And if not, can we think of something? We debated for a while about the name being a phrase including the word "mutual" or "common", generally agreeing that if the other person gets beligerant and leave messages or emails to the extent of "What's going on? Are you ignorning me?" then it is a) not mutual or common, and b) not the situation we're really trying to name. What I'm concerned with is when, after a number of dates, neither party makes any move to contact eachother. Now, we didn't settle on anything at Sarah's, but I kinda like "breakup by inaction." And so today, I casually slipped the phrase into conversation with Graeme and Caroline, and it was understood without explaination, and the conversation continued. Does it work? Breakup by inaction? (15 comets |blast into space!)
Awesome edition of Cat and Girl.
So a couple of thursdays ago Graeme and I went on a Midnight Mass bike ride. It was awesome, cruising throught the oft-biked streets of Vancouver on my Dad's steed, in the middle of the night, in a pack of friendly folks. There are some pics up online, but here are two that make me really happy:
It snowed in Vancouver! I know this is far from the first snow, but it's the first that I've seen this season. I looked out the window when I woke up and immediately thought that I'd have to stay home all day--then I realized that, no, people still leave their houses and go places and do things when there's snow on the ground. We've figured that one out, us crafty humans.
oh my god, I am totally smitten with the theme song from the post punk kitchen!
It's raining and it's the day before Christmas. So I'm sitting on my bed, reading this blogpost from Yarn Harlot, it's a guide to non-knitters about what to get the knitters in their life for that big gift-giving holliday. She writes: Yarn. Buy yarn. I hear muggles say it all the time "But she has so much yarn. I'll get her something else." Muggles! It now generally means "outsider." Awesome. Similarly, please see Pontiac Quarterly, a Magazine in Toronto that is actually a monthly event (of words and music and art and other things that would be in a magazine if they actually were in print). And then, Kat and Graeme both independently told me the story of sitting around in person, trading URLS, prompting G to say "We're IM-ing!" What are we dealing with here? Folk etymology? Backformation? Just plain old meaning-extension? Any other examples, people?
Kurt posted the results of his...I ought to do the same because this really is a list of things that make me pleased! Cities full of organic knitting veggies riding bikes in cardigans! On the twelfth day of Christmas,
 dorywithserifs sent to me...Twelve letters drumming Eleven cities piping Ten bikes a-leaping Nine googlemaps dancing Eight peanuts a-milking Seven cardigans a-moving Six jars a-knitting Five chi-i-i-ick peas Four trade paperbacks Three girl bands Two organic veggies ...and a punctuation in a people who drink coffee.
thursday: train to new york city
Anna pointed me to this today--it's a book about Brooklyn, photographs by Kate Milford and words by Jonathan Lethem (who has a new book of stories {i think} called How we became insipid--it's being published by some indie press that is rumoured to be prohibited from advertising the book so as not to draw any attention away from J.L.'s "major label" works). I like Jonathan Lethem's words about Brooklyn. Fortress of Solitude is certianly one of my favourite works of fiction, and his essay about the Hoyt-Schermerhorn subway station set me off on an exploration of the ghost platform. I assume that this book is going to be a pleasure to hold in my hands someday.
And I should say, that dinner party of my last post was really just a wonderful start to a fabulous weekend. Anna came all the way from Brooklyn to visit, we cooked and ate food, rode bikes from one end of the city to the other, went to a craft fair, drank coffee outside at I Deal (it was a beautiful day, we were there without hats or scarves or mitts or anything, and my Dad called to say that it was snowing in Vancouver), saw panels at the book launch for The State of The Arts (in which I have a chapter, but I’m sure I already told you), did all manner of craft projects.
This is the best of the few photos that I took at the dinner party I had on friday when Anna came to visit. Everyone just looks exactly like themselves in some perfect way. Also, they are balancing plates of cake.
Manitoba
dear world, here is a photo that duncan took of graeme and I outside my house. my front yard is spadina. |
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If you asked me what my new years resolutions were, you may have received my joking reply that I wanted to create new holidays this year. 2007 is off to a good start on that front; I was delighted to celebrate New Years Eve, Eastern Standard Time (and then again, at actual Vancouver-midnight), and then later in January we celebrated Mittens.
(I'm the one in the turquoise, of course)
(eating at the Naam, with G and 
