Without a Yard

Funny how you often hear politicos scolding journos, saying ‘don’t put words in my mouth’:
“Every year, the majority of Ontarians are compelled to donate canned goods to our local food bank, drop off toys at the children’s charities and run and walk in fundraising events. These are tiny gestures when compared to the significant commitment made by the diverse community we have of dedicated volunteers in our whole province. Really, they are the true unsung heroes, these volunteers. The toy drives they organize, the sleepless nights they spend staffing arts and cultural festivals…..”
It’s freaky the instant gratification (& broadcast) that occurs when you whip up a speech some random frosty morning on a grab bag of topics….

Currently obsessing over packing for the massive Que City/O-town trip, listening to the new Banhart ‘Cripple Creek’ with title-long song givin’ me Dylan ‘Rainy Day Women’ flashbacks, the Stubbs the Zombie s/t & Jamie Cullum’s covers of ‘Catch the Sun’ & ‘High & Dry’….so kitchy, it’s brilliant….like Snow Patrol doin’ ‘Crazy in Love’…

As you cantell from the pic, the entire network of Rob fans/friends/fam are welcoming the Aussie into the continent today…..so we’ll ahve to stop into Sneaky Dee’s & have an early brew (& I should sneak upstairs & get the new Diablaros disc while I’m there…)

What am I thinking, in front of my iBook when I have over a week to measure out out in disposable contact lenses & undergarments…

Too busy to really blog.
peace/paix
meegs

Talk about sensory overload. SO applies to last night - “In the Boneyard” collaboration presentation by the Hidden Cameras & The Toronto Dance Theatre Co….I’m thinking of applying for an OMDC grant on their behalf & pumping out DVDs of that performance in time for the Xmas season.

Many of the new songs were the majority of the setlists at the last 2 gigs I caught this fall, but despite my quasi-familirity with the musical repetoire, it was just absolutely mind-blowing.

Watching the dance routines alongside the Gibb tunes was one of those rare goose-bump-inducing events that puts all the shoegazing & faux-ironic-hipster quackery that still plagues some indie circles to shame.

Work is also SO - A cross between writing essay questions furiously in HS midterm exam week & playing b.s. bingo for Press Releases in the Dirty South. All in all, bluffing on your boss’ behalf is a pretty fun role-play…

Speaking of role-play - I have a blog-doppelgander, a S.F.L.W.A.Y blog on MySpace, that’s eerily akin to my musings. Is this some warped piece of fan-fiction penned by one of the kookoo skeet-shooting enthusiasts out there? Coincidence? I think not.

Crawl into the time machine & SO - applies to last weekend - so many parties, so little time.

The Beau was happier than a pig in proverbial to have his best bud in town for a visit, tho I think they spend more male bonding time brooding over LOST DVDs than enjoying ‘The Good’.

Oh, wells - I recognize the well-spent time in the hibernation comfort-zone with a good bud. Scruberiffic & watching Sex & the City DVDs are some of my best Euclid Ave. memories, so I can relate.

The swank CS dinner/auction went off without a hitch - tho I did get a WASP-y scolding along with Marc for fulfilling our silent auction obligations during the keynote speech - ahh boo….need to round my edges for the society folk…

Especially for a crowd containing the most famous upper torso in nat news & the newly indicted Lord of newspapers….harumph…

& I got mistaken for a call girl by the ladies who brunch whilst changing in the 4 Seasons powder room from scrubby set-up threads into my evening wear…sort of flattering in a seedy-side-of-Yorkville kind of way, I guess…

On that note, I really gotta get back to work…who knew?

Meegs

People often ask me, especially in this blustery weather, weather that spewed flaky precipitation down this a.m. (I am SO not in the mood to say the ‘S’ word), “Meghan, why the hell did you move back to this frigid climate, income taxes, your kooky family, disfunctional relationships and the faux-centre-of-the-universe world that is TO?” & times like this - times when I’m listening to Eklektikos, hearing about an upcoming live Feist feature, checking the Matador site in vain for upcoming good gigs that are instead booked @ Stubb’s & Emo’s, trolling the Chronicle for interesting stories, seeking out people to complain about Bush cutting $1B from the newest budget in foodstamps, getting the NY Times for free, rolling into work late-ish & hung-over-ish to boot (which was a point of contention/envy this a.m. as I dragged my tired @$$ to the Y @ 6 to put out fires here…well, even fire-putter-outers need to take a blogging break for Chrissakes!)…ugh. Enough heat-envy, I’ll probably end up looking around some Dept. store this afternoon with Rob & catch some good ol’fashioned consumer-envy - ‘Tis the Season, after all….

Good-ish news arises outside of the universe’s centre, tho….I can honestly say that I…am…looking…forward…to…going…to…Ottawa. Wow, that was tough to spit out. My pulse-checka for the O-town music scene has tipped me off to a badass triple-threat CD Release party that falls on the Saturday of our OLIP Trip. To all my O-town homies, please do check this out - finally a concert announcement that I’m pinging y’all that we can enjoy together!!
When: Sat Dec 3rd - Late?
Who: Hi Lo Trons/Boycrusher CD release
Where: Babylon (within stumbling distance from my old creaky McLaren st. pad..)
Plus: DJs from Disorganised spinning

I threatened that we’d be tie-ing one on for our last night of the trip….after a formal ’serious’ course-ified dinner, your teen angst reflexes kick in, the body craves thumping bass & repetitive beats, drinks, poor lighting & mindless dance-goofiness….& by tie one on & drinks, I mean drinking lots of non-diet pop (soda to JPN & USA buds - re-integrated, ahh boo) & eating potato chips & slow dancing with a balloon firmly resting inbetween boy-girl tummies.

On that note,
meegs

I have been in a NYC state of mind for the past 24 hours. Maybe it’s the grody weather, the Xmas themes popping up everywhere, the release of RENT & other cheesy holiday-time movies, or the fix of De La Soul I have been getting – everything is reminding me of NY & I am dying to get back there soon.

The De La Soul factor comes in with the soundtrack to the completely underrated Boiler Room, which was on SunTV last night – no commercials = badass!, dubbed out swears = brutal! I can’t decide if in a deal with the devil I’d choose swears over commercials, but I was pretty close to switching over after last night’s screening…..

This blustery weather gets me thinking about trudging through Times Square and lining up at the TicketWicket for discount tix with my Dad, getting scammed for counterfeit Knicks tix & visiting Rockafeller Centre with the Beau two Xmas’s ago. Seems like that city is forever linked to the men in my life - come to think of it, it is a very male city in comparison to TO….People speak their mind, butt into your business, cut you off, the list goes on….whereas I’m starting to re-enjoy the more docile vibe of Toronto the Good…tho this is all relative & nowhere near as calm & kind as my Mayberry small town livin’.

Maybe I’ll cue up some underground subversive hip hop station to shake things up in the QP West Wing….I’m probably pushing it enough with the frequent inbox-checks & blogging, tho…On that note,

Peace
meegs

So much to blog & so little time. I was absolutely knackered last night - even the abbreviated workweek wasn’t short enough. My sleep patterns are all effed up & I just can’t recalibrate to get back to my routinized robotic self…..Hopefully it’ll all fall into place soon enough.

So this weekend is packed to the gills & just ramping up late-ish today…considering that I fell asleep embarrassingly early last night & completely forgot about the FF gig @ The Boat - so sorry Karim, I got your TM today & will conspire with you soon on some other fun scheme. Ahh broo-tal. Had an amazing dinner @ Cafe Margeaux, the splurge-eriffic & always highly reviewed & regarded bistro in our ‘hood with The Beau’s fam. Maybe that’s why my sleeping is all off - too much rich food, too late at night…I made some very decadent date squares that I have been mowing down at obscene proportions, so that can’t help either….ugh. Eater’s remorse. I’ll probably be going through drinker’s remorse on Sunday a.m. after tomorrow nite’s stagette throw down! Boo-ya-ka. Bubbly’s on me, Robyn - I’m primed to tear it up with you undergrad-stylee….Christ, I can’t keep a secret to save my life, huh? I’m already getting antsy about the wedding gift secrecy, too….

I should sign off & try to sleep for a bit tonight…big say of hosting his fam ’round the GTA demain before I bust out the nasty dance moves & skanky gift-giving.

Approaching the Land of Nod & sleeping easier knowing that JPE is releasing a DVD hopefully for Xmas time,

meegs