Wise words

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Vanity, by Auguste Toulmouche 

You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don’t have to do anything to earn it. Your shortcomings, your lack of self-esteem, physical perfection, or social and economic success – none of that matters. No one can take this love away from you, and it will always be here.

~Ram Dass

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Thoughts on a Friday

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  • My favourite time of the year is hanging on a bit longer.
  • I miss doing these on Fridays.
  • So much more interesting than on Tuesdays.
  • These are the days nostalgia is made of.
  • Next time someone suspends Donald Trump’s Twitter account, I hope it’s permanent.
  • One can dream.
  • I never knew I needed a Noirvember nickname until now.
  • You may now refer to me as Margot Savage until December 1st.
  • *Seductively takes a long draw on a non-existent cigarette*
  • *coughs*
  • I thought about doing Nanowrimo this year….
  • …. But decided not to.
  • I started with 600 or so words, but then I lost motivation.
  • I already have three (unfinished) stories on the go.
  • Lost in the sands of Nanowrimo past.
  • I better start writing… Something.
  • Now that Halloween is over, I’m waiting impatiently for those terrible Christmas tv specials to start.
  • Not until after Remembrance Day, which is acceptable.
  • I don’t know why, but I’m really looking forward to seeing them on tv again.
  • Even when they’re overly saccharine, over the top Christmas-y, and filled with too-beautiful-to-be-true people who just can’t seem to get their shit together in their love lives.
  • L’amour, l’amour.
  • It’s getting cold.
  • To state the obvious.
  • Unless you’re in Australia, where it is no doubt blissfully warm.
  • Lucky you.
  • G’day.
  • No fair, it’s Saturday tomorrow.
  • I can’t sleep in.
  • Time change is on Sunday and I can’t do much sleeping in then either.
  • Because, work.
  • I really want a new camera.
  • And I really want to visit Los Angeles.
  • This has been brewing for some time.
  • SO much want, and not enough buy.
  • So I will end things here, on a Girl Hunt Ballet note.
  • Since I can’t find any decent music.
  • So, this will do!
  • Be good and enjoy the weekend, peeps.

Seen, heard and read lately

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Well thank f***, it’s finally started feeling like fall. The leaves are finally changing (better late than never), the weather is turning gross, Halloween is looming…. And scary movies are on tv. What’s better than that??! (Just don’t say Christmas.)

Seen:

-The Alias Grace mini series. (See below.)

-Dracula films on Sunday nights this month starring Christopher Lee. Campy at times with tons of bright red (fake) blood, but they are awesome.

-A demonstration of how Medieval people walked. Sounds like a drag, but it’s actually quite interesting. Apparently humans (depending on the region, that is) have gotten lazy at walking properly  over the last Millenia.

The most beautiful thing to grace the Internet over the weekend. However, I did find out that this was created in August, so it’s been around for a bit. Also, I thought this was sung by Frank Sinatra, but nope! It’s actually sung by Matt Monro.

Heard:

-I’m still kind of on a Jesus Christ Superstar kick, so I’ve been coming back to this and this as of late. (And holy smokes, I never thought I’d be admiring how hot a singing voice Jesus has.)

-The Carpenters’ “We’ve only Just Begun”. It randomly popped up in my recommended videos on Youtube a while back, and then I heard it on the radio in the car.

Read:

Alias Grace, by Margaret Atwood. So good! I only wish I could write as compellingly as Atwood can. I thought it would be dark and depressing (which it was at times) like The Handmaid’s Tale, but it had its happy moments, and it ended on a good note. I was watching the tv series along with it, and I was not disappointed with it either. Now I am finished, and once again without a compelling book to read. Hmm.

“… Illusions of someday, casting a golden light”

I can’t say that I was ever a fan of the Tragically Hip. Proud Canadian I am, but never one to listen to their music.

I’ve heard their songs on the radio for years, but they never fully resonated with me. At least, not until last year, through the tragic circumstances of Gord Downie’s cancer diagnosis. But isn’t that always the case? Only through these kind of situations do we really start to understand a person. Once I started to learn more about Gord Downie and who he was, the more I could see how much of an influence and impact he had on Canadian culture. And with the incredible things he accomplished this past year on borrowed time, especially with his work on The Hidden Path (while bringing to light a dark subject about Canada’s treatment of Aboriginal children) it says a lot about who he was as a person. 

The song Ahead by a Century has a lot more meaning to me now for some reason. I don’t know if it’s because the lyrics strike a chord (so to speak) with me as a person today, or if it’s just because of Downie’s impact, but either way it’s something special. There’s a quote floating around somewhere that Downie was to have said, about creating music to bring people together.

This Choir Choir Choir! clip, although a few years old now, is a perfect example. (PS: No one can put together a musical tribute better than them.)

Thursday rambles

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Throw back to four years ago when I went on a photo assignment to Todmorden Mills as a journalism student
  • It actually and finally feels like October.
  • Gosh, I love this month.
  • What a glorious time of the year.
  • Minus the rain and gloom.
  • Which makes everything so much more colourful.
  • Lots of things happen in the fall.
  • Steeped in nostalgia.
  • Even more so than the summer.
  • Time to buy some candles.
  • Who am I kidding? I never buy candles.
  • But it’s tempting to start.
  • In other news, Twitter depresses me.
  • Why do I have it again?
  • Oh, to live tweet classic movies.
  • And to shake my head at whatever stupid thing POTUS is doing/saying next.
  • But mainly to tweet about classic movies.
  • About the only thing worth keeping Twitter for.
  • Almost.
  • Speaking of classic movies, I finally watched Cat People last night on TCM.
  • It’s got an excellent creep factor, and the camera shots are phenomenal.
  • Like this scene.
  • Which in turn, reminds me of this scene. (Totally different movie, by the way, but it’s great.)
  • I was, however, hoping for more… Cat people.
  • Also, I love the 1940s-ness about it.
  • But that comes as little surprise.
  • The more news I hear coming out of Hollywood, the more messed up I find it really to be.
  • It’s always been a messed up business, but ugh.
  • Nor is it shocking to hear about gross pervs using their privilege and power against actors.
  • Harvey Weinstein was one, and there are certainly more to follow.
  • I hope more women (and men) speak up about this.
  • Because the silence that once ensured these men protection and the preservation of their good name no longer exists.
  • I appreciate what Rose Marie had to say.

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  • Young Kurt Russell was a babe.
  • And he still is a babe.
  • Sorry, just taking a Pinterest break.
  • An excellent diversion, because I’m done thinking about this Weinstein crap.
  • Pinterest is a good escape from reality when youtube doesn’t cut it.
  • Ellen DeGeneres tickets.
  • 12 Days of Giveaways.
  • I always thought you had to get tickets waaaaay in advance, but apparently not?
  • I guess I know what I’ll be doing in the next few weeks.
  • Nolite te bastardes carborundorum
  • In other words, don’t let the bastards grind you down.
  • Thanks, Handmaid’s Tale.

28

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Beautiful birthday flowers

As of last week, I turned 28. It passed with little fanfare.

For one thing, it was on a Tuesday, and usually weekday birthdays aren’t that spectacular. (In my experience, anyway.) The second thing is that my sister and her tots were flying home to Australia after their three month long stay, so nothing was planned in advance because of the kerfuffle. The third thing: I’m a boring person.

That being said, I still got a red velvet birthday cake!  I don’t often go for red velvet, but this one was a surprising delight.

27 was an interesting year. I learned a lot, read lots, wrote… Some. (But still need to write more.) And of course, it goes without saying that I danced plenty. I had a few successes, along with a few failures. I learned to push myself harder in my dancing, but not enough. Those kinds of times aren’t always easy to deal with, but I’ve come to discover (yet again) nothing good comes without hard work involved. Or making mistakes, for that matter.

The nice thing about getting older–believe it or not, there are some nice things–is being able to come away with more wisdom than you had the year before. I like the fact that I’m getting better at things that I wasn’t so great at before, and that I’m constantly evolving and learning more about myself.

I’m not worried about getting closer to 30; I don’t know if it’s because 30 is considered the new 20 (probably not) or whether it’s a general shift in perception, but the idea is almost liberating. The thought of being free from the tangled fishing line that was my 20s certainly is appealing. (Probably given the fact that I like to imagine I will be a fully independent person by that point. Hopefully.)

Anyhow, that’s still two years off. In the mean time, I’m continuing to improve myself, and push myself a little further outside my comfort zone. So maybe…. Just maybe… By the time I turn 30, I’ll have an exciting birthday planned.

 

I included this song because I’ve been really diggin’ it lately.