you got to hold on

I have all this stuff I mean to write but when it comes to typ­ing it out, it seems point­less. I don’t mind feel­ing this way any­more. I’d much rather come off as witty or inter­est­ing, but I can set­tle for honest.

My pol­icy nowa­days is to act the way I feel. Instead of try­ing to cater to other peo­ple or fit into social norms, I do what I want. It takes some trust in myself to believe that I’m gen­er­ally a good per­son, but every­thing seems to be work­ing in my favour.

bird

With another wed­ding booked next year, I was able to jus­tify a new lens. The final one in my lens path: Canon’s 70–200mm f/2.8 IS II USM. It lets me take pic­tures like this.

I have some­thing major going on each month until December, at which point I’ll prob­a­bly her­ma­tize for three weeks until another round of hol­i­day craziness.

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The sum­mer has been warm and fuzzy, and it’s filled me with con­tent­ment. I don’t care about the future any­more. I’m liv­ing in this moment, and thank­ful it’s a nice one.

Both @jzy and @oren­ma­zor are break­ing out of the Apple hive mind. In uni­son. From two dif­fer­ent coun­tries. http://twitpic.com/29phhx

1 year, 6 months ago

The only rea­son I have tape in my house is for wrap­ping presents.

1 year, 6 months ago

You know you’ve spent enough money on your com­puter when Starcraft II sets all default graphic set­tings to “Ultra”.

1 year, 6 months ago

Fell in love with a beard at 160 Workshops

I could explain how awe­some this night was, but I think this beard speaks for itself.

It’s a custom-made piece by Emily Comeau — named the Smirkin’ Merkin — and a pro­to­type for Jesse’s merch. As a per­son who’s never even come close to hav­ing a beard, I wanted to keep it SO BADLY even though it was brown and didn’t match the cur­tains (or the car­pet, for that mat­ter). I wore it for the first song I played, but it got way too warm to keep on in a house full of people.

beard

 

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If some­one this morn­ing told me I would both Rip Torn and David Bowie’s penises today, I wouldn’t have believed them. #dayswheny­ourewrong

1 year, 6 months ago

The premature exit

Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.

I barely stayed for two hours. It wasn’t the game (though it did prove to be as frus­trat­ingly ran­dom as I remem­ber it) or the peo­ple (who were quite nice and refresh­ingly intel­li­gent). When I told Jess, she said, “But it’s so early.” I just shrugged my shoul­ders. As an intro­vert, she understood.

Onegin: premature exit

 

Sometimes I won­der if I come off as an extremely anti-social per­son. I tend to be the first one to leave par­ties, and some­times so early that the host will ask me if every­thing is alright. When it comes to being around peo­ple, I’m def­i­nitely a high-maintenance per­son. I’m much hap­pier in one-on-one sit­u­a­tions, and even more often I pre­fer being alone.

As much as I’ve grown and changed, I’ve always needed the world in small doses.

Nothing cuts into the fin­gers like a wound low-G string. #ouch http://twitpic.com/288c3j

1 year, 6 months ago

Friday confessional

I’m feel­ing over­stim­u­lated. This is the only night I’ve had alone for the last week, and I haven’t caught up with John in even longer.

Fridays nights always make me feel rest­less. I never want to do any­thing after a full day of work, and at the same time I want to be out. I feel so alone, yet I don’t feel lonely. Maybe I’m just too busy to feel any­thing. Or maybe I’m just get­ting used to the solitude.

It’s a self-imposed exile, so I can’t com­plain. There are so many things I could do, oppor­tu­ni­ties I could take, peo­ple I could see, but I never end up fol­low­ing through. Everything is so sta­ble and com­fort­able when I’m by myself.

OH MY GOD. FEMALE VERSION OF EVGENY IS EVGENIA. #baby­girl­names

1 year, 6 months ago

Sometimes I won­der if Dolly eats so much just so she can poop more.

1 year, 6 months ago

Collab

This is pretty much the most awe­some sit­u­a­tion I can think of. A jam ses­sion with Nic on beats and bass, Jesse rap­ping and on organ + glock­en­spiel, Audra on clar­inet, and me on ukulele. Figuring out what sounds best, mod­i­fy­ing arrange­ments, prac­tic­ing until it feels right.

The night was actu­ally a rehearsal for Jesse’s upcom­ing Canadian liv­ing room tour, the last stop of which is in Ottawa, at the same place I first met Jesse and Audra and Jacob.

Rehearsal

 

Because Jesse’s sis­ter is only avail­able on the east­ern tour dates, that left a spot for one instru­ment on the final tour date, which I’ll excit­edly be fill­ing with my ukulele. It’s only for three songs (and singing one part of a three part har­mony) but it’s going to be so much fun.

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Here’s Jesse singing and rhyming and con­duct­ing us and play­ing the glock­en­spiel at the same time. It’s a new track off his upcom­ing album with an obvi­ous theme about video, except in this ver­sion he made an arrange­ment of Video Tape by Radiohead and VCR by The XX to book­end the verses. I’d never heard VCR, so Jesse had to teach me the chords on the fly.

I recorded this on my iPhone so I could prac­tice on my own; I won’t have a chance to see them for another rehearsal before they go on tour. I’d never heard the song before, and it was our first time play­ing it through together but every­one knew when to stop. It felt com­pletely nat­ural. We were com­mu­ni­cat­ing with­out words, our instincts cul­mi­nat­ing in that won­der­fully solid unison.

Even though I’m still rusty, it felt amaz­ing to be play­ing an instru­ment with other peo­ple again. And this time with mate­r­ial that’s fuck­ing genius, not the same old con­ser­va­tory pieces some teacher chooses for you. At one point I was play­ing around on the ukulele when Jesse had to get the phone, and Nic started putting beats to what I was doing and it made me want to steal Nic for all my practicing.

See Jesse Dangerously in your town:

Friday, July 23rd — The Bird House in Halifax, NS — 6156 Duncan Street, 10:00 p.m.
Saturday, July 24th — The Galley in Fredericton, NB — 1–178 Westmorland Street, 7:00 p.m (with feminist/anti-capitalist gum­boot troupe Rebelles).
Sunday, July 25th — Gallerie Rye in Montreal, PQ — 1331a Rue Ste Catherine Est, 8:00 p.m (with the vegan ukulele of Nicola IV).
Monday, July 26th — 160 Workshops in Ottawa, ON — 160 Primrose Avenue, 8:00 p.m. (with electronic/acoustic singer-songwriter Jacob Earl).

How to feel REALLY bad: hold out your hand when some­one comes in for a hug.

1 year, 6 months ago

Why do sales­peo­ple ask me if I want a gift cer­tifi­cate when I buy lin­gerie? Can’t the lin­gerie be for me? Am I not allowed to feel pretty?

1 year, 6 months ago

Crack form­ing at bridge of my ukulele, prob­a­bly from ten­sion of the low-G string. And I was look­ing for an excuse to buy a decent ukulele.

1 year, 6 months ago