Friday, March 30, 2007

When I first heard The Police were touring, I immediately thought about the Police Picnic’s we attended in the early 80’s and all of the fun we had at them. I even thought I would like to go to one of the current shows if they came around here—and thinking how cool it would be to get everyone together again to go.

But it would seem that Synchronicity (get it?) was working its magic and the same thoughts were occurring way over in the U.K. So our beloved Phil contacted Wen and she contacted me to say he’d contacted her and then… well, I did a lot of thinking about long ago events. I laughed out loud thinking about sleeping in the Henry Moore Sculpture in front of the AGO. I don’t think I was even there for that one (Was I?) But it was a typical adventure. I have very strong memories of “surfing” our Chinese Mary Jane shoes over the subway grates beside City Hall at 3:00 in the morning. Oh and playing the made-up “St. Francis of Assisi” game when trying to fall asleep.

I even looked at the tour schedule. The summer dates in Toronto are already sold out. There’s a third date in November of 2007 that still has seats—but it’s in the Air Canada Centre and we’d be practically sitting in Mississauga. Besides that, I don’t think we could get away with trying to bring in a vodka soaked watermelon.

Edited to add the above picture circa... 1981 maybe?

And for everyone else still reading this, sorry about all of that lame memory crap. I think that’s what you do when you get old, right? Yep. Soon I’ll be telling all of my old stories to strangers in malls and supermarkets.

Well, here’s some little things you never knew you needed:

Friday, March 23, 2007

One of the music posting boards I read has gotten off topic lately. There's been post after post about designer handbags. This whole topic in general turns me into a werewolf (truly-- hair standing on end, claws coming out...) but I've been good and kept quiet. But then today... TODAY, someone posted a link to a particular handbag that costs $2,085.00 U.S. dollars. THEN this person said that they thought it was so attractive, it was one of the few that are worth the money. Worth it. That's what she said.

Incidently, I love how the price isn't an even two thousand bucks. They had to add that 85 dollars to the price. "Yeah, it's definitely worth more than two grand. Let's add another 85. A hundred bucks might be a little much... we don't want to seem greedy."

But seriously now. This purse is worth 2 mortage payments (4 if you're paying bi-weekly). I'd expect it to be woven from the pubic hair of unicorns. Instead it's made out of regular old dead cow skin with special lacy details obviously punched out with a machine. The problem is that this isn't even an anomoly. There are hundreds of these purses out there for sale, and for some reason, people buy them AND think they are worth the money.

Don't get me wrong, I love a nice bag, but if I ever have so much money to burn that I feel the need to buy a 2 thousand dollar purse, I hope someone punches me in the face.

Friday, March 16, 2007

I don't often wish I could knit. Actually I can knit, but I don't enjoy it much and I haven't progressed to the point where I've actually made something. Wait, I think I made a sweater once... hmmm... As you can see, it wasn't memorable.

But if I could knit like Eunny, I'd knit until my fingers fell off. Actually, I think an even better wish would be to just have Eunny knit things for me... and keep my fingers.

Here's 5 Things You Didn't Know About Me (maybe)
(and after this, you're all tagged)

1. I dislike sandwiches. In fact, I'm likely responsible for a squirrel/racoon/skunk population boom in the 70's because of all of those lunches I tossed into the schoolyard garbage bin.

2. I used to dream about starting my own business as a personal shopper. But then big box malls came along and the downtown died. Now I have to ask people where to buy simple household items. I'm no longer the shopper know-it-all.

3. I'm always teaching a graphic design workshop in my head. I especially love it when I find a really bad example that I could use for a class critique. I especially love the local sports store who's logo and store design is so bad you'd swear it was a chicken take out place... or the Italian restaurant that nobody ever goes into because their logo makes it seem like they only sell ice cream. My obsession with design is the same reason I have a crush on Starbucks, even though I hate their coffee.

4. I've been thinking about what would happen to my cats if Pete and I both died. I'd like to arrange for them to go to some kind of kitty sanctuary and not have to be adopted out or seperated. I'm slowly turning into the crazy cat lady and that's ok with me. I don't have kids to embarass.

5. When I was younger, I had a bad problem with dislocating my knees... a LOT. I had an operation on one of them but I don't really know if it worked because I'm so careful about them. I don't allow anyone to come near them and I quickly move away from dancing / flailing people. I also never spin on one foot--it makes me wince when I see ballet dancers do that.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

From the FAO Shwartz website: (via mightygoods)

"You can now own an exquisitely detailed scale model of your own home, beach house, or ski chalet. Sounds amazing? It's all that and more. Here's how we do it: the design team makes an appointment to come to your home. Then it's back to the studio, where highly skilled artisans recreate every inch of your home in 1-inch-to-1-foot scale. This includes the wallpaper, paint color, lighting - even the actual fabric of your furniture through real swatches or recreated fabric! (Starting at $10,000)"

Firstly, I want one! Secondly, how do I get a job there?
I wonder if they'd put in the sagging kitchen floor, crumbling mortar and teeny tiny bats in the attic?

In other news. A new cell phone arrive in the mail yesterday. One of those flip phones with a colour screen and access to the internet. All for free. Why? Because we're so cell phone-aphobic that our current (analogue) cell phone is so old that it will no longer work as of May 1st. Apparently Rogers is not going to support the analogue lines (?) waves (?)... whatever they are, any longer. So they gave us a new phone. Pretty good deal, huh? Well, as fancy as this phone is, I'm still going to use it about 4 times a year. I refuse to carry it with me and sign up for some plan. It's for travelling and emergencies only. But I must say it was hard to stop flipping it open and looking at the pretty pretty screen last night...

Which reminds me. What do you do with your old phone? You can't throw it in the garbage, right?