I miss...

...looking down.

Taken about two years ago today with my dad's film SLR, at my old apartment. I lived on the ninth floor then, and cursed having to take the elevator into the basement to do laundry. My unit was the at the end of the long hallway, and I was deathly afraid of the walk from the elevator to my door in the empty corridor, for some reason. Now I live in a basement and miss the sunlight like nothing else, but the laundry is right outside my door and I can leave it open while I load the washer, so I can still hear my music and not be scared like I used to be.

Irony?

Wooden sounds

Timber Timbre live at Soundscapes...
One of the many reasons why I think I've got unfinished business with the city of Toronto. His new self-titled album is incredible.

Check out his myspace here.

edit: I (heart) Music has a feature on him this week.

les poulets couvent souvent au couvent

I got an e-mail last night from CADIP confirming that my application to do volunteer work in France in June was approved. I had just transferred the right amount of money in my banking account for the application fee the night before, so phew! But I am super excited! Summer is happening for real. My roommate Kitty is joining me, and it will be her fourth (!) summer in France in a row!

We're going to a little town called Trets near Aix-en-Provence in the south...

I long for summer already.

jeux d'enfants

Happiest toys in all the land.

The ukulele is a new member as of today.

I named her Jenny and I love her already.

Yesterday, I broke a 5-foot mirror in my room. The big mirror in my tiny student-living bedroom happened to shatter all over my acoustic guitar. There were shards everywhere on it and in it, cut me in a thousand places, pieces of it ended up in my bed and a long needle of the broken glass got stuck in my finger. No one gave me the seven-years-of-bad-luck crap, which I was grateful for, but I will miss examining my full outfit in the mornings. All the huge pieces of glass are still hanging out in my room, I'm overwhelmed as to what to do with it.

Can someone teach a class on how to deal with all the practical errors of life, like a huge broken mirror, gum in your hair or nail polish remover on varnished flooring (yeah, it's seriously damaging. I found that out the hard way also. I think my old landlord hates me)?

Relevance of things

1. Everything really is about economics. To a point, I find it heartbreaking. More than 700 casualities in Gaza, a third of them are children, and here we are pushing for the loonie to soar.

2. Bit of humour in the morning, nonetheless: Free Whopper from Burger King if you delete 10 friends from your Facebook! I might do it.