8. Every morning you know exactly what you are going to do…

“…and why, but all the real joy is taken out of it.”

“3. Time means nothing to your subconscious.”

“2. Understand once and for all, you’ll never be alone, here on earth.”

The Books

‘Cause I heard some song I used to hear back then

Screenshot from http://www.typographicposters.com/fabien-barral/

Just fell in love with this designer’s typo/graphic posters and clicked to see how much & where they are sold… and was sent here: http://www.harmonie-interieure.com/

which I blogged about in August, in the days leading up to the Polaroid show.

Small world. Interworld.

Title Credit: Peter, Bjorn and John, Objects of My Affection

It’s making me blue…

…Pantone 292

Why does this feel like a deja vu post? Have I dreamt about posting something like this? Oh god. Have I dreamt about blogging?

Title Credit: The Magnetic Fields, Reno Dakota

Spring forward, fall back down

Not sure why that list made me laugh — but it did. Which one do Cryptic-Canadians choose? Or Canadian-Universalists? {It’s 2 and I’m just having my first coffee – so …}

Sadies show was pretty great, minus a few punch-facers in the crowd. {That girl who alternated between boyfriend groping and attempts to get everyone to do that obnoxious raise-the-roof thing; that guy who was dancing like a seizure for EVERY song, even the slows; and the girl with the smelly leather purse on her bony shoulder that she kept jabbing me with and pretending nothing–what?—nothing was going on; and lastly– cellphone-picture-taking guy– he must have one hell of a collection of blurry bands on the bug jar stage by now}. Otherwise, good times. I’m getting to old to go see bands on Weekend (read:sad pick-up) nights. Or too lacking in patience.

I DID find out one of the Sadies are from Hastings, ON (My mom’s hometown, right down the hwy from Campbellford), which explains the show in C’ford next Saturday.

“The Weakerthans? Nah, those guys are wimps. You can tell ‘em I said that.”

(overheard at the merch table, Sadies, Bug Jar, Rochester, NY, Feb 21, 2009)

VS

{{fight!}}

Title Credit: The Weakerthans, Left & Leaving

It’s been evening all day long

I wish I was 17 and could still get away with quoting my favourite lyrics in my artist statement.

Silver Jews – Trains Across the Sea

Like candy corn and licorice, Like bubble gum and Swedish fish

October is officially here when I have my first candy corn sighting, or sounding, as it were.
Working on my neighbour book and listening to new music, I heard a reference to candy corn and swedish fish. Two references that took me back in time one year, and five months, respectively.

The candy corn brough me back to my first trip to Tops, on Winton Rd, c. fall 2007. Looking for veggie burgers and dessert, we came across the most perfect fall cookout sweets: a brownie cake covered in candy corn.

The swedish fish lyric threw me into late April, 08, sitting in the green room at school, talking with Lisa about her thesis, artist’s statement, and so on. Boxes of swedish fish and whatever the American version of Goodies are called were being thrown about in the midst of heady discussions on verbiage and art theory.

Title Credit: Silver Jews, Candy Jail

Let’s make a list so we can feel like we’re accomplishing something

Making lists of tens. Here goes the first.

Ten great long album titles:

1. Don’t Fall in Love with Everyone You See (Okkervil River)
2. Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (The Beatles)
3. The Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Messner (Ben Folds Five)
4. And then nothing turned itself inside out (Yo La Tengo)
5. This Is A Long Drive For Someone With Nothing To Think About (Modest Mouse)
6. When We Leave, We Will Know Where We’ve Been (Namelessnumberheadman)
7. We didn’t even suspect he was the poppy salesman (Martin Tielli)
8. Blinking Lights And Other Revelations (Eels)
9. Who Will Cut Our Hair When We’re Gone? (The Unicorns)
10. It’s Hard To Find A Friend (Pedro the Lion)

Title credit: The Van Pelt, Let’s make a list

You could drive a car through my head in five minutes, from one side over to the other.

work is piling up. some things are getting checked off (hard deadlines, thanks jf).

left to do this week:
order print
finish left/right book & upload to print on demand service.
artist statement
start grant deux
go see casiotone for the painfully alone and a whole whack of movies at the dryden
organize polaroid show for june (photographer? interested? send robyn york AT gmail DOT com an email and you can be in it)
start taking photos outside again (c’mon spring…hurry UP with the warm)
start layouts for house book
finish stories for house book
print grant & photocopy a tree’s worth of copies for class tomorrow

Title Credit: The National, Slow Show

I leaned on the wall but the wall leaned away

In a phonebooth we hide / The mailed piled at the door

Why, when I have more stuff on my plate than I can handle, do I agree to do more?

Why can’t I finish everything I start?

Why do dumb things get done when everything else waits til the last second?

Why am I bloggin about all the stuff I haven’t done, rather than just buckling down and doing it?

Title Credit: Hayden, We Don’t Mind / My Parent’s House, (1995)

Measure me in metered lines and one decisive stare. / The future’s got some missing teeth.

As a non-citizen, this guy’s thoughts on skilled worker visa issues has a place in my heart. And head.

(For more on the visa/immigration/skilled worker issue: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/01/washington/01visa.html?ref=world )

And on a completely different note, so I don’t dwell too much on the forces that are out of my hands, causing understated instability in any type of future plan south of the 49th parallel for this one, here’s a link and a photograph:

by Adam Krawesky, of inconduit.com,
(one of my favourite Toronto street photographers)

I’m pretty excited to be in the Toronto-vicinity for the month-long Contact photography festival. I have missed it every year since 2002 for various lame reasons.

Now I just need to find a couch to crash on and a train ticket.

Title credit: Aside, Weakerthans / Sun Down Final, Nik Freitas