Without a Yard

Okay. So this time I have a good excuse….really. I was old-school sick. Sweaty, disoriented, messed up, dizzy, almost-hallucinating (which could have been a well-deserved highlight…). I spent the better part of this week trying to get better-ish & get caught up on life…I hadn’t taken a sick day since I was in school (I guess I wasn’t really susceptible to colds in TX, tho). I caught up on my trashy websites & trashier magazines, which was nice in between the long bouts of weary sleep. I also caught up on my sad bastard music & if anyone wants an influenza playlist, be sure to pick up the newest Cardigans CD, download the Sondre Lerche ‘Duper Sessions’, dust off 2004’s Martha Wainwright debut & EP, & definitely revel in the melancholic snooty arrogant strains of a Pierre LaPointe disc.

I am much better, despite the fact that I didn’t venture out to the much-anticipated Waits tribute show…I returned to the gym tonight (my body automatically woke up at 6am this morning, which is a good body-clock indication that I’m ready to work out - but not great in the grand scheme of banking on weekends to catch up on sleep - & since the Y doesn’t open until 8 on weekends, I did what any other multi-tasking lassie would do at 6am on a Sunday morning - I polished off 84% of my holiday shopping. Thank Jeebus for the interweb - I can’t bear shoppes from mid-November until mid-January - bad tunes, miserable people, new staff - ugh) &, once again, received some middling feedback about the idea of starting a women’s basketball night at the West End Y - & by ‘middling feedback’ I mean absolutely no interest whatsoever. Ahh boo. All that Field of Dreams sports analogy stuff is rot. Looks like the St. Lawrence Market scene is literally the only game in town that I can fit in - location & schedule-wise.

Other media-overloads (besides trashy mags & mopey music…) has been a wealth of good fiction & bios floating around the house. Go here for a stirring & you-put-in-what-you-get-out-moral’ed interview from KCRW w/ Zadie Smith about engaging w/ good fiction…I’m looking forward to getting through this freaky and thought-provoking tome so I can tackle some more Brit-lit on my commutes.

On that note, I should pry masself away from the computer….the Beau has hopefully landed by now in Boston for a reunion w/ Karim & a teaching gig at Hah-vard tomorrow.If he comes back w/ his sweater tied around his shoulders I will be sorely disappointed, otherwise I’m mad-proud of his lecturing skills.

Peace
Meegs

Still recovering from a sweet Queen West pub crawl w/ small-town survivors…Tho I remembered & recommended Boom Shiva for its extensive beer list - I forgot that they weren’t the greatest in actually stocking more than one or two of their exotic imports…& that they didn’t place a huge emphasis on waiting tables, etc. Regardless, we ventured in & out of some West-West establishments & managed to catch some high-calibre karaeoke at the Gladstone. I do missed the Japanese/Korean style karaeoke machines that play bizarre archival clips during the songs: swans swimming in a pond, a young couple windsurfing, closeups of gardens and insects, hot-air balloons - especially off-putting when you’re listening to a broken-Engrish version of a Linkin Park angst ballad.

Anyway, next time we need to hit up some Kensington venues & instead of finishing w/ karaeoke - finish w/ dancing. How long has this Nouvelle Vague video been around? I feel so sheltered. Reminds me that I need to look up the next Zoi Zoi….

Off to a greasy brunch to review the TSN turning points of the evening, week - & bizarro hallowe’en eve (maybe a post about that later…& maybe not…)…

Peace
Meegs

p.s. - I was veteo’ed on my weekend flick-pic & the masses are strongly pressuring a Sunday afternoon Borat screening - call me if you wanna join us.