Thoughts on a Friday

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Rope climbing competition, 1928
  • All I smell is the perfume I sprayed on my wrist while I was in Sephora today.
  • Can’t say that I’m crazy about it.
  • But what can one do when faced with so many perfume options? Other than spray your wrist, I mean.
  • I can’t remember who it was by, but I’m thinking it was Dior.
  • In Bloom, maybe?
  • It’s a little too floral-y and sweet for my taste.
  • In fact, it smells like something my sister would wear.
  • I wish I had a signature perfume.
  • But I have no idea what it is.
  • It takes experimentation, I guess, and body chemistry.
  • Guys out there, is it any easier when trying cologne?
  • Probably.
  • *snorts in derision*
  • This is what happens when you just want to smell nice.
  • I think it’s time to start wearing cologne.
  • Then watch with a creepy smile on my face as I confuse the heck out of everyone.
  • I watched Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle the other day,¬†and it lived up to every one of my expectations.
  • I was not disappointed.
  • I was only slightly apprehensive about it because it was coming off of the original Jumanji movie, but…. It was really good?
  • Plus they paid tribute to Robin Williams, and that made me happy and sad at the same time.
  • But yeah, I enjoyed it.
  • It was funny, full of action and just… I can’t… Even.
  • Robin Williams ūüėĘ
  • And I found a new crush in Nick Jonas.
  • Oops.
  • I made a good choice.
  • I mean, a good choice for a movie!
  • I wish more movies out there were like that.
  • Nothing like a romp in the jungle.
  • Apparently it was filmed in Hawaii.
  • Well, then I guess I’m going to Hawaii.
  • If—aha, no, I mean¬†when—I make it there, I’m going to pretend as thought I’m in the show Lost¬†for my entire stay.
  • That’s just how it is.
  • Because I think of Hawaii, and then I think of Lost.
  • Smoke monster, aaah!
  • Aaaaand I just got a whiff of that perfume on my wrist.
  • But really.
  • I got more excited than I should have this morning when I heard that there would be a Star Wars tv series in the works.
  • It’s all too much for my nerves.
  • Shit, when did I become such a Star Wars freak?
  • Probably because of the most recent one.
  • Dammit.
  • My stream of consciousness is going great guns, and I think it’s because I’ve had too much coffee.
  • Makes for productive thinking.
  • Like coming to terms with the fact that Krispy Kreme now has a lemon-glazed doughnut.
  • Or is it donut?
  • Other than Hawaii, the one place I would like to be at this moment is in LA for the TCM film festival.
  • Don’t you @ me.
  • It’s all over my Twitter feed, and I just want to have a good time and bask in the Old Hollywood-kissed sun.
  • And maybe run into a famous celebrity.
  • Seasoned or new.
  • And eventually fling myself onto someone’s Star on Hollywood Boulevard.
  • I think my stream of consciousness has nearly run its course.
  • Unless you want to hear about my baby-related dreams.
  • No, you probably don’t.
  • It’s the weekend, I’m free.

Today’s musical piece is from… You guessed it! Because it gave me all the feels of the original movie.

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“Rumi said, There is no proof of the soul.
But isn’t the return of spring and how it
springs up in our hearts a pretty good hint?”

Mary Oliver, from ‚ÄúWhistling Swans,‚ÄĚ Felicity: Poems (Penguin Press, 2015)

Image from my iPhone

Wednesday thought dump

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  • I could have sworn I saw fire works.
  • God, that song is catchy.
  • Between this song and various songs from Jesus Christ Superstar, they have been on repeat in my head for weeks now.
  • They’re all good songs, but come on!
  • By the way, NBC’s JCS¬†was on Sunday!
  • I’m sad that I missed it, I was at my family’s Easter dinner.
  • Could we start again, please?
  • I only caught the tale end of it, but it looked like it was a pretty good performance.
  • John Legend, aaaah!
  • The way that musical holds up is a testament (pun sort of intended?) to how well it was written.
  • I still love Norm Jewison’s film version.
  • Ted Neely.
  • What a guy! What a set of pipes!
  • For the record, JCS has been in my head since before December.
  • Habits.
  • This article has me thinking about habits.
  • And keeping them.
  • All I want is to watch Star Wars from beginning to end.
  • As if I didn’t already do so this past weekend.
  • And it had made me desperate for Episode IX to come out.
  • This is bad.
  • It’s still two years away!
  • The only thing that will keep me from breaking is the new Han Solo movie.
  • That’s it. I’m obsessed.
  • Help. Me.
  • It’s super windy outside.
  • Wind: it gets everywhere.
  • And gets things everywhere.
  • At least it’s sunny.
  • Because a wind and rain combination is not fun whatsoever.
  • I want something, but I don’t know what.
  • There’s more to life than that. Don’t ask me what.
  • Dammit, now I’m thinking of the Matchmaker song from Fiddler on the Roof.
  • What is this?
  • Take note of how the early 1970s went far out on the religious themed musicals.
  • Think Fiddler, JCS, Godspell
  • Any others that I’m missing?
  • Oh, and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dream Coat.
  • Which I’ve never seen.
  • Anyway, I find that interesting.
  • Norman Jewison directed both Fiddler and JCS.
  • JCS would be my top pick.
  • Sometimes I wish I could sing, but at the same time, thank fuck that I can’t.
  • I love the Onion.
  • So very much.
  • Happy Wednesday, everyone.

 

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Seen and heard (and read) lately

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Happy first day of spring! It’s a bit cold and windy, but if you look past that it’s quite lovely out. I’ve also got Krispy Kreme donuts sitting a few feet away from me, so that is another tell-tale sign of spring.

Seen

Three Billboards Outside Ebbing Missouri. Initially, it was not something I was interested in seeing. But my parents had rented it, and I had to see it myself. Whew! Despite some weird/unexpected moments throughout the film, I came to the conclusion that it was quite good. Now I can see why it earned so many awards!

Writer’s Block. That would be me… If I didn’t use the internet as a distraction to keep me from writing.

Hands down my favourite Heritage Minute. For a minute long clip, it does a wonderful and beautiful job at encapsulating who LM was as a person–not just her Anne of Green Gables persona. It also makes me want to create beautiful words and imagery.

-Making this place in Tuscany my someday travel destination.

Heard

Smalltown Boy. It was one of those 80s’ tunes I’d always heard, but never knew who it was sung by. Then I had an aha moment and asked Siri. Now I know, and now it’s permanently stuck in my head.

I got you Babe. Another case of the ear worm! It’s a good song, but I know if I ever put it on my iPod I would enjoy it considerably less.

Fireworks, by First Aid Kit. Warning: you may find it achingly emotional.

Read(ing)

Alas, no new books to report! I will report back soon when I find something worthy. The only one I’ve been reading lately is Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird, which has some excellent advice on both writing and life. Take for instance:¬†“Clutter and mess show us that life is being lived‚Ķ Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation‚Ķ Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist‚Äôs true friend. What people somehow forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here.”

It’s as much a comfort novel if there ever was one.

 

Love, dating, or lack of it: an alternative millennial story

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Here’s a confession for you: I’m in my (very) late 20s… And I’ve never dated. I’ve never been on a date. I’ve never been in a relationship. ¬†Those of you who know me are probably like, ‘well colour me shocked!’

I wish that I had some stories to share about my past experiences in love and heartbreak. To have them be funny, charming and full of bittersweet wisdom. But the truth is, I only have enough experience to make a few scribbles. The rest is still a blank chapter that’s yet to be filled.

I’ve been witness to friends and family members who have found love in their teens and 20s; they are either married, or very soon will be. ¬†If they don’t have a boyfriend/girlfriend yet, they probably will have one soon.

And then, there’s me: The perma-single. Forever the third wheel, forever showing up to family functions with no partner to smugly introduce. So single, in fact, that no one even bothers asking me if I’m seeing anyone. (I should probably be relieved.)

I should note that being single doesn’t necessarily bother me. I’ve been on my own for a good quarter of a century, and I’ve gotten this far without a SO just fine. I like that I have this time to learn about myself and to do the things I enjoy most, without compromising.

That being said, when you get this far with nothing more than a peck on the cheek*, and you see everyone paired up and happy (for the most part), you feel¬†as though you’ve been missing out on something special. (That, and the romantic notions you were raised on as a kid have failed you.)

I could easily justify this based on my personality: at first glance I’m somewhat reserved, quiet, and not always willing to make the first move. (i.e.: A cute guy looks my way, and I…. turn to mush.) It’s followed me thorough high school, and despite having grown up since then, somewhere inside me that shy high school version of myself still lingers.

Putting oneself out there is tough; especially in this day and age, when everything is generally done through a screen; it’s only made worse when you are made to post appealing pictures of yourself and have to come up with cutesy/witty bios.

Which brings me to the online dating/phone dating apps: Tinder, Bumble, and Hinge, to name a few. I’ve never tried Hinge. Tinder I find trashy. As for Bumble, that’s where the woman gets to make the first move. It is filled with beautiful (and at times, shirtless) fellows who tend to write the same descriptions in their bios. I could dedicate a whole post to guys I come across on Bumble:¬†‘spider killer’. ‘Entrepreneur’. ‘Looking for the one.’¬†‘Sports, travel and beer.’¬†¬†And my favourite–‘Baby in the photo is my niece/nephew’.¬†¬†Phew, for a second I thought it was actually yours!¬†

I have a love-hate relationship with Bumble. You swipe right, send out a friendly ‘hey!’ and if you’re lucky, you’ll get a response. When I don’t get responses after a few tries, that’s when I’m ready to throw in the towel. F*** this!¬†This is app is stupid!¬†I think. And then, no sooner than I delete it from my phone, I start to think, maybe I should give it another go?¬†Ugh.

But really, I think it comes down to a matter of being in the right place and the right time. And right now–in my mind, at least–the timing still isn’t… Right. There are things I still need to sort out, both personally and externally, and those things have to be done on my own. That’s where my special ‘Saturn Return’ might come in handy!

Would I like to meet someone? Definitely. Will it happen through a dating app? I kind of hope not, but if it happens to work out, then I’ll be damned. Whatever the results may be, I trust that the Universe knows what its doing, and has my back.

In the words of Forrest Gump, “I don’t know if we have a destiny, or if we’re all just floatin’ around accidental-like on a breeze, but I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happenin’ at the same time.”

Having a limited dating/relationship experience should not make anyone feel less than adequate, and that’s why I chose to write about my own experience–or the lack of it!

And that’s all I got to say bout’ that.

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*That peck on the cheek was a special something from an Italian boy I met for about five seconds while on a school trip in Italy. I was sixteen, and he wasn’t even that cute, but it MADE MY LIFE.

 

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All hail John Williams

Just popping in to say that it’s his birthday today! BOW DOWN. He’s the guy who has composed the themes for Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Jurassic Park, Hook…. Just to name a few. Everything he lays his magical touch on is brilliant, startling, and memorable. His music gives me life.

If I were to ever have my own musical theme composed, I would hope it’s done by John Williams. (But really, I just really want my own musical theme.) *sob*

 

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January

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Oh, hello! I didn’t see you there. Hope you weren’t waiting long. Happy 2018!

I have a love-hate relationship with this time of year. I love the fresh cold air, the short days, and the snow (when it’s dry). I love the prospect of the beginning of a new year, and having a fresh set of goals to accomplish in the new year. Oh, and hot dinners.

And hot chocolate.

On the other hand: I hate when the temperature rises above zero, which in turn makes things messy; that it takes forever to bundle up to go outside, and the abundance of germs everywhere. (Speaking of which, I’m on my third consecutive cold since November???! Seriously, am I that unhealthy?)

But I digress. My first accomplishment of 2018 was seeing the latest Star Wars flick on the big screen, and I’m so very glad I did.

So beautiful! Even the guard on the right can’t handle it.

(Ps: I may or may not be aboard the Reylo bandwagon. #OopsdIjustadmitthat?)

Now to other things I want to do before the year is up! One is to visit The Infinity Mirrors exhibit at the AGO. In short, it is the craziest/most gorgeous looking art exhibit by Yayoi Kusama. I knew that when it eventually came to Toronto, I would want to see it. And see it I will. (And Instagram it I definitely will.)

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The other thing is the Christian Dior exhibit at the ROM. If there’s one thing I’ve ever wanted to experience in life, it’s got to be 1) wearing a spectacular vintage gown or 2) be within reaching distance of one. Preferably the former, but this exhibit will do!

And because my vintage clothing obsession doesn’t end with Dior, I also hope to visit the Toronto Vintage Clothing Show this March. Then I’ll really be up close and personal with vintage finds. And just maaaaybe I’ll be taking something home.

I can’t think of much else, other than that I want to/should write more, and take more photos. And skate this winter. I’ve said that every winter, and have yet to do it.

Suddenly, it just hit me that I’ve found my 2018 theme: Just do it. So, I shall!

To end things on a musical note, I watched Fiddler on the Roof for the first time last week. Lovely film with great music, but the Matchmaker song has been stuck in my head for a week. Now it’s your turn.

 

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