equivocality — Jeff Ngan's collection of thoughts, experiences, and projects, inspired by pretty much everything
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She got me back. Didn’t notice till I got home. “@tianadargent: Helpers and lonely hearts. http://ow.ly/i/113b9 @equivocality @hunsdale”

2 years, 8 months ago
10 Oct 12

Singhouse Studios — Sparkle

Singhouse Studios is a voice and per­for­mance school for peo­ple of all ages, and one night every year the stu­dents per­form in a big show. This year, the show — titled Sparkle — was celebrity-themed, com­plete with a melange of hits from the last five decades, a red car­pet run­way for all the stars, and even Ottawa’s local pop heart­throb, Alex Lacasse1.

Music by Five Stripe Studios. Adrian and I worked closely to make sure the music had the right kind of play­ful energy to focus on the school’s main demographic.

I was asked to cre­ate a pro­mo­tional video for the stu­dio, so I fol­lowed the per­form­ers to tell the story of their day, from the back­stage to the main stage. I felt it was as impor­tant to see all the prepa­ra­tion as much as the per­for­mances them­selves, which is why I included footage of warm-up rou­tines, prac­tice rit­u­als, and dress rehearsals. I love to see the focus so many of the young per­form­ers have, and much of that comes out before they even step into the spotlight.

  1. Who’s been a stu­dent at the stu­dio for years now. []
Me @ Twitter

Steph sent me home with a huge plate of these Turtle bars. Possibly related: stom­ach ache. http://t.co/H6fcYh3B

2 years, 8 months ago
07 Oct 12

I'm taking back my weekends

The prob­lem with work­ing from home is that you’re never really off. There’s always some­thing you can be doing, so it’s hard to detach and just relax. The days of the week lose their mean­ing. I haven’t had a vaca­tion in about a year, and I’ve been at home almost that whole time. It’s left me feel­ing burned out. Lisa and I are both going through the same thing at this point in our lives, and we’re try­ing to fig­ure out how to pick our­selves up from prob­lems that seem insur­mount­able when we’re liv­ing them by ourselves.

But baby steps first, and today was back to a greasy break­fast. I watched The English Patient, cause I’ve been in the mood for epics lately, and I’d been deny­ing myself the plea­sure for too long. I dis­cov­ered the part I used to place my kisses is called the supraster­nal notch. Now I won­der if she ever sees the English Patient, whether she’ll think I just stole some idea from some movie, or whether she’ll remem­ber and gen­tly fin­ger the val­ley my lips claimed as their own.

At the end of these movies, I always feel a mix­ture of emo­tions, the same when step­ping out of the Shakespearean plays I saw in high school: dejected from all the tragedy, yet amazed by such pro­found per­for­mances and pro­duc­tions. It was the same after I fin­ished read­ing Doctor Zhivago. Maybe cause I iden­tify with the poet-warriors, the themes of their love, the depths of their emo­tions, and the trap­pings of their fate. No mat­ter what the emo­tion is though, it makes me sit in the dark and write about things the way I used to.

And that’s enough for now.

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Tiana writes about her present: http://t.co/KotVWkQR

2 years, 8 months ago
01 Oct 12

I'm happy to report that my blood does clot

The best time of the year to make the drive to Darren’s house is in the Autumn. It’s about five hours door-to-door — bar­ring any traf­fic or con­struc­tion — so there’s a good chance I’ll catch a sun­rise or sun­set no mat­ter when I leave. It’s par­tic­u­larly beau­ti­ful when the leaves are chang­ing and the colours are at their rich­est along the stretches of the 401.

Sometimes I’ll turn on a stand-up com­edy sta­tion instead of music, and it helps take my mind off the drea­ri­ness of the less scenic parts1. It’s like hav­ing another per­son to talk to, except the con­ver­sa­tion goes one way, and they tend to be funny when not overly polit­i­cal2 or Andrew Dice Clay.

Chinese dishes

Zhaliang and clas­sic Cantonese noo­dles. #thingsIcouldeateveryday

I still think of mov­ing back to Toronto, where there’s every­thing that isn’t avail­able to me in Ottawa. But I hate all the things that come with such an unwieldy and poorly amal­ga­mated city. At my age, I value com­fort over excite­ment, and Toronto has become a city that’s bet­ter to visit than to stay.

After meet­ing Mike in London, I knew that’s where I was meant to live, with Bloc Party and Monty Python and The Underground and rainy weather and Portishead and a bil­lion accents and Only Fools and Horses and that stoic British men­tal­ity and Paris just a train ride away. But that wasn’t my fate, and the dirty streets of Toronto are the clos­est I’ll ever get to that.

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  1. Usually the small towns with no charm or per­son­al­ity. []
  2. Cause I never get it. []
Me @ Twitter

Setup, punch line, laugh track, yawn, repeat. #big­bangth­e­ory

2 years, 9 months ago
Me @ Twitter

Just watched a pas­sen­ger get out of a car at a red light, run behind some thin bushes in a res­i­den­tial area, then pee on a fence. #toronto

2 years, 9 months ago
Me @ Twitter

These are some cut­sey bub­ble tea con­tain­ers. Also totally sealed until you stick your straw in. #toronto http://t.co/HxeUea1V

2 years, 9 months ago
27 Sep 12

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Me @ Twitter

I ask peo­ple how their kids are doing, they ask me about my cats.

2 years, 9 months ago
22 Sep 12

sailing through the changing ocean tides

It’s in these sto­ries, these moments, these con­nec­tions, these words, these images, these har­monies, these delight­ful chilly breezes that fore­tell the com­ing of win­ter where I find a part myself lost for so long.

child sucking her thumb

 

A gen­eral sense of numb­ness filled my life, but I’m start­ing to feel again, some­thing I’ve been need­ing for a while now. It was as if I’d lost a sense of pur­pose, and I couldn’t fig­ure out how to fix that cause I couldn’t tell what was wrong.

Maybe the fact that I started taper­ing off my dose of Cipralex (a few months ahead of sched­ule) is adding to the effect. It’s hard to tell with every­thing all mixed up, and so much hap­pen­ing at once.

I can’t imag­ine what things will be like in a few weeks, let alone a year. There’s never been so much uncer­tainty in my life, but that doesn’t scare me any­more. There’s always a way out. Ironic that I had to lose every­thing to learn that.

Me @ Twitter

When you start call­ing each other Mum and Dad, do you con­tinue to have sex?” — @RealMrsSpaceman

2 years, 9 months ago
Me @ Twitter

I wish I was British so I could use the expres­sions “pull a few birds” and “you hav­ing a laugh” with­out sound­ing like a pre­ten­tious twat.

2 years, 9 months ago
Me @ Twitter

Hobbies are like sex­ual pref­er­ences — you don’t get to pick what you’re into, you’re just born that way.

2 years, 9 months ago