lost and found

“In the first half of my life I moved towards all that gave me pleasure. But after the accident, the accident of growing older, I became cautious, preferring the same roads to work, a familiar breakfast, marriage. Because my memory is a limited resource, like gold or uranium, I go back over my life slowly, running fingers over the moments until I can taste them again. Remembering is like running backwards, an art I practiced with a friend from childhood, who says there are just two tragedies in life. Not getting what you want. And getting it.”
- Mike Hoolboom

Don't think twice, it's all right

I give her my heart but she wanted my soul

don't stop

 
Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you'restuck. Sodon'tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou'retired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryone, okay? Justdon'tletyourfeetstop


xo em

your sails

reality x memory

"Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart."

We'll miss you, Mr. Layton

I’m reading Jack Layton’s final words and experiencing a strong reaction towards his powerful last words. Human compassion seems to be rare these days, especially in terms of politics - he will be sorely missed. 

“My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world.”

I think we should stop for at least a few minutes and think of the courage it takes to be so selfless at the bitter end.

Time to rise up Canada,

em xo

Lovely Sunday

Although there is supposedly a lot of excitement at 5:00am when the St. Lawrence Antique Market  opens, I can't say I was eager enough to witness it.  This large antique market is a mish mash of collectible everything; porcelain and ceramics, sixties furniture, vintage jewelry, rare prints and photos...

The place is stuffed full of opportunities for the wise old man that buys and sells history. I was lucky enough to listen to a bunch of great stories from the vendors about a bunch of their nick nacks. One included this dashing old man speaking about a cigar cutter that had a picture of a young Asian man smoking a cigar and was labelled "The Jap"...
Although I was in search of a nice wooden box, I managed to picked up a vintage Bulova watch circa 1983.
Great retail therapy for the hunter and collector in me...

After the pleasant rummaging I headed to Le Papillion, a large French bistro that is considered to be  Toronto's first crêperie - opened in 1974. I ordered the good old French favorite, French Onion Soup (or rather, a ball of melted Gruyere cheese hovering doughy broth). Mmm, It was perfect since it started to rain once the first spoonful reached my mouth.
There was a loveliness to this place that is most often lost in Toronto. I was fortunate to witness the surprising reaction of rain hailing down and couples and families remaining completely unaware of the violent winds and rain and continuing to enjoy their food with large grins and happy tummies on the patio while it pitter pattered overhead.

Since the weather determined that it would be suiting to catch a film, I wandered over to the Rainbow for a late afternoon matinee. The Help, arguably one of those glossy, obvious rasicm is bad themed movies, surprised me with the infectious raw power and energy from its cast. It redeemed itself by its ability to expand those common stereotypes into more complicated and layered portrayals. There was a lot of sniffing in the audience.

If this day could not have been more perfect, out of pure desire and my minimal willpower, I went to Trimurti for some amazing Indian grub.


Long walk home and passing out in my clothes is all too familiar.
Thanks for the lovely day, miss Minigan!

em xo

my own culture shock

travel withdrawl:
grief like symptoms after an extremely enjoyable adventure.
recognized by the person as excessive or unreasonable, yet overcoming it may be quite difficult.

 

in the most terrifying and amazing cave in Rayong, Thailand

bucket sized drinks, Samet Island, lifelong friends

the surprising highs

Wearing the same clothes days on end (notably when I lost my luggage for most of my time in Germany)

Sweating like crazy and being generally haggard and not giving a care

Nights wandering with strangers around the city and then getting so lost we couldn’t find our way back to the hostel, a mere block away (clearly, our pack was a bit directionally challenged).  A secret unbreakable bond

Eating cheap (delicious) street food; drinking cheap beers during breakfast, lunch and dinner

Living out of a backpack.

Washing my clothes in the hostel bathroom and having to drape various undergarments around the room to dry. 

I lost my bathing suit every time I did this.

Chris is very cool.

real life.

See new things every day or contact a travel agent immediately.



em xo

APRICOT by Ben Briand

APRICOT — A Short Film by Ben Briand from Moonwalk Films on Vimeo.

Do you remember?

xo em

strange truth

It's kinda like setting off on a journey at 4am and missing everything you love as soon as you step out of the door.

Everything goes, but you realize some other strange truth.


em xo

Roncesvalles

cable jungle

sadly, I've never been. However I know the place next door quite well...

back alley graffiti haven

Roncy has a ridiculous amount of coffee shops that are all always full.

( pictures from around the hood)

Details of life- or more commonly known as "current inspiration and/or observations"

• Pathological blusher and constantly evolving laughter
• From September until now, I have been on 11 planes and countless hours on buses/trains/trunks of pick up trucks. Due to this, I am now able to fall asleep on any mode of transportation. I have missed my stop on the streetcar several times because of it.
• I sleep on my stomach and despite many failed attempts, I cannot seem to fall asleep in any other position (unless I pass out). It sucks because I often come off as aloof, when in reality I simply cannot sleep any other way. 
• I have a short list of [irrational] fears - most of which are very specific and quirky. Most notably is horses.
• Painting, and art in general, for me, is both a release and a stress 
• I am constantly disturbed by people that watch Fox news un-ironically 

xo em

lush colours for dinner

insatiable eating today.

xo em

Bala, Muskoka

a little slice of heaven on earth.
beer bong champions. 'arange' and fruit joke get rich quick scheme. party canoe reputations. late night water trampoline. all day blue skies. white bikini burns. party jenga. duck friend turned enemy. 20 taquitos. 54-40. hurry scurry: bronze metal. friendship bracelets mean forever. 
burnt, hungover, dirty and tired - and couldn't be happier.

let's go!

oh baby!

the skinny mirror

Justin and Emily: world champion beer bong

Give me Alyssa's toes

THE PARTY CANOE IS COMING FOR YOU.

xo em