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blood red river- beth orton

The Lion Whisperer

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How can my weekend already be over? Where did it go? 

I Know I'm A Snob

Sometimes I can be a little bit... hoity-toity. I buy expensive creams and potions to prevent wrinkles. I give my hair special treatment, using a conditioner infused with champagne extract, diamond dust, cashmere and crushed pearls. I concern myself with the strength of my nails, the softness of my skin, with hair growth, removal and its loss. I enjoy shopping as much as the next girl, and part of my fancy nature always leads me to expensive boutiques where I like to touch all the lovely luxurious fabrics (and gawk at the price tags). Mohair, silk, camel (!?) and every type of fur, all get special attention from my finger tips.

As a devout vegetarian, I never thought my love affair with the softness and lightness of fur to be inconsistent with my beliefs. I always held onto this romantic, fantasy driven notion of hunters making a living selling the skins of animals they shot in the wild. In my fantasy, the animal lived a long free life, full of exercise, fresh air, and little pups.

Last week, while doing my daily Internet rounds, I clicked on a PETA video about the fur industry. After watching the video (which I chose not to post because it is far to disturbing for anyone to see), I wondered how I could have been so naive, remained so ignorant on a subject that I hold so dear to my heart: animal rights. My romantic notion is one that may have existed in a simpler time, when things weren't mass produced in ways to decrease production costs as much as possible. Farm animals live their entire lives in captivity, experiencing exhaustion, loneliness, pain, depravation and torture. Farm animals are bred to serve our needs, and the fur industry works in the exact same manner.

I will be forever haunted by the images of violence, suffering and blatant disregard to any human decency in that video. Being vegetarian I feel empowered everyday by not eating meat because I'm saving animals in the process. But watching that video, I truly felt helpless, and sooooo guilty about owning a winter coat with a fur trim around the hood. I wish I could take back my purchase, decrease the demand for fur by at least one coat. I will never again see fur as luxurious or soft or attractive, it is now as a symbol of violence and torture and suffering.

What Do I See?

When I look in the mirror, what do I see?

I see someone who loves to read,

and whose playlists always make her so happy!

I see someone who tends to keep it all inside,

but also someone approachable, friendly and never mean.

I see someone who prefers to stay home and hide,

who likes to dream when she sleeps,

and never has any trouble when it comes time to eat!

Hair

Blazin' Out Yo la Tengo

playboy- hot chip

Manly Athleticism At Its Best

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invisible hands- joseph arthur

I Face Monotony

I recently finished reading Julie & Julia, Julie Powell's wonderful memoir. Julie challenged herself to cook through the 524 recipes in Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking... in 1 year! She explains that before the project she lived in a “universe that had been subjugated under the tyranny of entropy […] fighting the inevitability of mediocrity and decay”. The project gave her a sense of purpose, of accomplishment, and of happiness. It changed her life and, for those who read her book, inspires others to challenge themselves.

Last week, my job changed somewhat and has now become much more repetitious. It's so robotic that my mind and body feel terrible at the end of the day. I face something worse than mediocrity, I face monotony. I want so much to find my “project”...

Time Really Flies

June

July

August

September

& already October

Lauren Treece

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To Be Shagged By A Rare Parrot

Hahahaha I'll be laughing for days!!!

I Love Shoes

Those who know me, know that I love shoes. More than a fashion accessory, they are simply necessary! I'm currently in the market for winter boots. They have to be sturdy, warm, waterproof, made of a material that doesn't get stained by salt, and fashionable all at the same time... Impossible to find! (Thanks B for your patience in helping me look).

I don't have that many shoes (is 25 pairs a lot?), mainly because I'm becoming more and more snobby in my selections. Sadly, my snobby tastes are not always aligned with my pathetic budget. sigh. One day though, I will own a pair of Chrisitan Louboutin's lovelies. They will be the symbol of my femininity, success, and overall ridiculousness!

The Universal Soldier

He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,

He fights with missiles and with spears.

He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,

Been a soldier for a thousand years.

He'a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,

A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.

And he knows he shouldn't kill,

And he knows he always will,

Kill you for me my friend and me for you.

And he's fighting for Canada,

He's fighting for France,

He's fighting for the USA,

And he's fighting for the Russians,

And he's fighting for Japan,

And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.

And he's fighting for Democracy,

He's fighting for the Reds,

He says it's for the peace of all.

He's the one who must decide,

Who's to live and who's to die,

And he never sees the writing on the wall.

But without him,

How would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau?

Without him Caesar would have stood alone,

He's the one who gives his body

As a weapon of the war,

And without him all this killing can't go on.

He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,

His orders come from far away no more,

They come from here and there and you and me,

And brothers can't you see,

This is not the way we put the end to war.

Donovan

Montreal vs Toronto

I had a really bad day this week... On Wednesday, it being my Friday, I was already tired and anxious for my weekend to start. My shift began smoothly: not too many calls, a small argument with Benjamin but an extra 20 minute break to clear my head. About half way through my day, the general ennui I was feeling from being at work turned into something so much worse. I had a strange physical reaction after speaking with a client who ordered me to "speak up". I became one of those crazy girls us normal ones tend to dissociate with. My face became all red, my head started to pound, I couldn't see straight and could not stop crying... right there, at my desk, for all to see. I could not move, my manager asked me what the matter was but I could not speak. I was sent home early, took some Advil, and went to bed. The next day I got up early, struggling with my misery and headache to face another job interview. The questions were hard and I had trouble expressing myself. That evening, though still a little weak, I watched the first hockey game of the season with Benjamin and Octavio, who cheer me up more than they know with their random funny comments and general enthusiasm. After some yummy veggie pizza and coke zero (that Ben buys just for me because he knows I don't drink my calories..), all my worries disappeared. I'm ready now to face a new work week.