January 2011
You spend half of your time modeling, and the other half next to me
- by admin
Today I learned something:If Rogers is telling me that I have full Dukes (connectivity bars) and won't even send a simple text, I will become increasingly enraged as I try to send and re-send a text that wasn't terribly important to begin with, but now has become my sole reason for living and the bane of my existence.
Why can't you just send my text, Rogers?! Why must you lie to me so?
At least tell it to me straight: I have no connectivity and can expect no reception on campus. Don't fill my heart with these fabrications of Dukes and then trap me in a web of unconnected loneliness leaving me to rot with texts and tweets unsent.
Why, Rogers, why?
What's your middle name?
- by admin
Outside it's cold January but inside my heart it's warm, warm, warm.School's back in the swing. Classes are classes, we're reading Ondaatje in Lit and I like it. English classes are (usually) a fine excuse to read good literature.
Next up we're reading Fall On Your Knees by Anne Marie MacDonald which is one of my all-time favourite books.
Have you read it?
Make sure you do, it's unbelievable.
I've never owned a copy of Sylvia Plath's work but I've always loved it. Today I watched a movie about her life called (simply) "Sylvia" with Gwyneth Paltrow and delicious Daniel Craig and need to snag myself copies of The Bell Jar and Ariel, respectively.
I wonder if they're on iBooks?
Which do you think is more pretentious, sitting in a coffee shop reading a battered copy of Ariel by Sylvia Plath, or sitting in a coffee shop reading a copy of Ariel by Sylvia Plath on your iPad?
Because I'll gladly do both.
If this was the Cold War we could keep each other warm
- by admin
Watched 'Catfish' last night and just like the trailer suggested it wasn't at all what I was expecting.
What I anticipated was something dark, creepy, and mind-blowing and while that's exactly what I got it wasn't at all how I'd expected I'd get it. I had to pause the movie a few times to get up and defrag and shake off the intense discomfort that settles over you like a heavy blanket as the film progresses and you find yourself giving confused and uncomfortable looks to the people watching it with you.
Without giving too much away (I hope) it made me reconsider what a social medium like FaceBook is capable of and how much we can really expect to ever know about someone we meet online until we see them in the flesh. The ability that we now have to craft these perfectly tailored online versions of ourselves is at the same time exhilarating and terrifying.
When it was all said and done the thing that blew me away the most -and why I am highly, highly recommending it to you- is that it is apparently all based in truth. It's not a mockumentary, but apparently genuine fact.
The story is almost too good (read: crazy) to be true, and if it is in fact a total fabrication then it's one of the best pieces of metafiction I've ever seen, because the sheer amount of work that would go into building, maintaining and upholding a story of that magnitude would be phenomenal.
But if it's true, as the directors/producers/actors claim, then it is truly an example of how real-life is always stranger than fiction.
Cruel snow, cracked lips, sun lost by four
- by admin
Here's something to warm your heart:Until a few days ago Ted Williams was a homeless man with a stunning voice begging for change on the streets of Ohio. Now the YouTube vid has gone viral (thanks to some help from Reddit) and he's voicing commercials for Kraft.
Just in case you ever doubted that the Internet could be used for good.
We all live underground
- by admin
We Live In Public from IndiePix on Vimeo.
Chilling out with Gretchel and catching up on the Internet makes me a happy lady (even if I am totally aware of the irony of my online presence while watching this type of documentary).
Personally? I'm not afraid of the over-share. I have friends who freak out about things like FourSquare, and Places but honestly everything that you punch into a search engine, every word you write, and each time you use your debit card or your data plan is being tracked and cataloged anyway.
If I'm going to be tracked every time I do anything I might as well make the best of it and become excited about what the best of the Internet has to offer in connectivity and social media tools. The Internet -like life- is what you make of it, right?
I'll always love you, Internet, no matter how crazy you might make some people become.
