Armageddon!
My father may be one of the few people on this earth to find the whole worldwide recession slash stock market crash combination amusing. Every day, without fail, he will turn on the TV when he has a free moment just to see how bad things have gotten since he last checked, and when the dow drops fifty million points and another bank goes bankrupt, he yells out the news to whomever is in the house at the time, following it up with, “the armageddon! it’s the armageddon!”
He is having way too much fun with this.
And how are you doing?
Things that are still hard for me to do:
- Answering emails, replying messages and returning phone calls within 72 hours
- Letting different areas of my life intermingle (personal, business, etc.)
- Being upfront with people and not sugarcoating how I really feel
- Going to bed before midnight
Things that are getting easier for me to do:
- Spending money on clothing
- Losing weight instead of gaining it. (Now at 130lbs, without even trying at all!)
- Putting pride aside in matters of relationships
- Letting go of my perfectionist tendencies where it doesn’t count
Things that are, surprisingly enough, no longer an issue:
- Talking on the phone with people I don’t know
- Eating less, eating slower, eating earlier and eating more often
- Running errands in the neighborhood and/or walking the dog without wearing a “proper” bra
- Drinking lots of water and taking my vitamins daily
One man’s trash…
… Is another photographer’s treasure.
A couple weeks ago, I met Marissa for breakfast at the Naam and a little photoshoot. These pictures are from the Commercial drive area of Vancouver. It’s definitely an interesting part of the city; full of culture, art, and organic foods… It’s also a bit of a hippie/drug area, depending on what part you’re in.
Like most neighborhoods in large cities, some parts are nice, and other parts, not so much. Guess which parts we took pictures of?
Don’t read this. Just don’t. Are you reading this? Why are you reading this? Don’t read this.
Please, just don’t read this. Don’t read this. Don’t read it. No seriously, don’t.
You don’t care. What’s the point? Don’t. Don’t read this.
Don’t read this. Really.
I was watching the Ellen show yesterday morning when she played this video for the first time on national television, and HOLY MOTHER OF TRIPLE FROSTED CUPCAKES. After the third “don’t vote”, I swear to god my left eye twitched and my brain briefly contemplated watching Sarah Palin’s interview with Katie Couric again. Without stopping. You know, for therapy.
This entry is all over the place. Kind of like your mom, i’d say, except I don’t really make jokes like that.
I took these photos in the middle of September, but never really got around to processing them until now. They were taken in English Bay on an unusually warm, sunny weekend, and true to form, the beaches of Vancouver were a little full while the rest of Vancouver was… also a little full.
That’s Vancouver for you: The slightest inclination of good weather (GOOD WEATHER? WHERE?!), and everyone and their pink swarovski crystal studded Jack-A-Poos are out of the house. You can’t make the stuff up, folks. Not even a bit.
About the redesign: Stone cold silver
As some of you have already noticed, this site has changed dramatically this past week. Not only is this the first “dark” design for this website, but a couple things have been added and taken away from the site structure and content itself, namely:
The sidebar
In the interest of having a design that is simple and cleaner looking, I’ve scraped all the extras a sidebar usually has: latest twitter post, categories, recent posts, etc. In it’s place is a clean, slightly more modern looking descriptive navigation. Also for the first time, the navigation side by side to the content, as opposed to above.
Lifecasting
This is an entirely new feature that has been in the works for a month or two now, only cleverly hidden behind the title of my tumblr. I’ve now integrated it into the rest of the site, giving it the same look and feel, as well as navigation, so can flip between this and the rest of the site seamlessly. My twitter updates are also streamed into here, as text posts. The lifecasting stream has its own RSS feed separate to this blog, and you can subscribe to that here.
Such a good model
He might have failed puppy kindergarten (that’s another tale for another time), but this pup is damn good at modeling. All I need to do is bring the camera out and right away he knows exactly what to do. Look away! Look at me! Look cute! Lick your nose! Show me your teeth! Sit like a human! … I bet he got these skills from his mother.
And how did you spend your morning?
Today I woke up to a “sorry we missed you!” delivery notice.
“Hey Chanel,” it said, “I know you’ve been waiting for this VERY IMPORTANT PACKAGE and you pretty much need it TODAY, but guess what? You’re going to have to wait another day! HA HA HA! Isn’t that funny? We at Canada Post pride ourselves in our good humor.”
Naturally, I wasn’t going to take that. So when I happened to glance out my window several hours later and spotted a post man across the street, I decided to chase him down. True, it was quite unlikely that he was the same post man that had tried to deliver my package several hours earlier, but it was worth a shot anyway, right?
So off I went, without makeup or a bra, running across a busy street in my Ked sneakers and blue silk pajama pants. I chased him for half a block before he finally noticed me, and yes folks, THIS IS WHAT CRAZY LOOKS LIKE. I’m just glad (for the post man’s sake, of course) that I managed to get on pj bottoms before I ran out the door.
As it turned out, he wasn’t the same post man who had my package, but he did let me on to a secret. “I bring the undelivered pacakages to the postal outlet”, he said. “I get there around 3pm. You don’t have to wait until tomorrow, just show up today after three and tell the guy behind the postal outlet counter that you really need your package and I’m sure they’ll give it to you.”
Thanks, post man!
They call me smart, but really, I’m just a little brilliant
Some people waste time, and other spend time wondering where they wasted it.
In a series of universally-correct, astoundingly astute observations of myself in my natural habitat, I have formally come to the conclusion that I would get so much more done if I did not have:
- A website to write in.
- A tumblr to do everything in.
- A twitter account to update.
- A facebook account to lurk in.
- A flickr account to post in.
So really, it’s not at all my fault that I’m an easily-distracted procrastinator. It’s the internet’s fault.
That feels so much better.
Rocks turn to sand, hearts can change hands
Come with me, my love
To the sea, the sea of loveCat power - Sea of love
There is a bottle sitting on my bathroom counter right now as I type this, and somewhere between the product description and the recommended usage is a fun fact. “Time is fun when you’re having flies”, it says; and if I could choose one sentence to describe my summer, that one would probably be it.
These last couple months have been amazing and different and somehow groundbreaking, or as groundbreaking as you can be when you only ever take things in small doses. I saw friends I hadn’t seen in many years. I traveled. I hiked up a mountain. I saw a shooting star. I got a tan line. I bought two pairs of nine west heels at $20 each. I never once stepped on a plane.
