Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Muesday: If I Had My Way...

You know I love a nice academic paper as much as the next person. Actually, I probably like academic papers more than the next person, considering I write a substantial amount of papers, and because I am a masochist. But sometimes I wish I could just say what I want to say in 200 words or less and be done. For example:

The British used caste in colonial India in order to make themselves feel better because they had no clue what the fuck was going on. And then the Indians were all like "hey, we see what you're doing, so we are going to go with it and then turn it against you and use it to form a post colonial identity and for the formation of our nationalist shadow state". Independence. Gandhi. Partition. Pakistan. Bollywood. The end.

I think it would make for a solid paper. If I had my way, things would be just like that. Can you tell that I am procrastinating and not writing my paper that is due tomorrow. I have about a 1000 words to go and I am dragging my feet. It's yucky.

So today's Muesday is just going to be given to you with no further explanation than because I like it, and because it's the only thing getting me through this critical analysis paper. Enjoy Comeback Kid by Sleigh Bells from their new album Reign of Terror. Listen to it really loudly.


Sunday, 26 February 2012

And The Oscar Goes To...

Hey, remember when the Oscars were about cinematic achievements and not about what people were wearing? Don't get me wrong, I LOVE watching the red carpet portion of the Oscars, seeing what all the celebrities are wearing, and wishing that I too could wear pretty pretty gowns and borrow a million dollars worth of diamonds from Tiffany's and Neil Lane. But the fact of the matter is, the Oscars aren't all about the fashion. That's what all the different fashion weeks are for. The Oscars are about celebrating the fact that there are people out there talented enough and innovative enough to create something that manages to entertain millions of people the world over. That's a bigger deal than putting on a Marchesa/Dior/Chanel/Balenciaga/Prada/Gucci/etc. gown and walking up and down a carpet outside on the verge of going into an epileptic fit because of all the flashbulbs. Although, I will say that there were some GORGEOUS gowns at this years awards.

Because of all the prettiness, I do have talk about some of my favourite red carpet looks. Can I first just say that George Clooney is the original Dr. McDreamy, and he certainly looked dreamy in that tux. Also, that navy suit worn by Tom Cruise, and the blue velvet tux by Christopher Plummer were simply dashing. I would also like to know how Tom Cruise managed to reverse the aging process. Was it just me, or did he look like he was about 19? I would also like to take a moment to give Angelina Jolie a small piece of advice: EAT A FREAKING CHEESE BURGER! Holy shit! Could her arms have been any skinnier? I am all for nice sculpted arms, but when they are that skinny, it's just gross. I really wanted to like Melissa McCarthy's dress, but there was something off about it. I think it was the nude, sheer flutter sleeves that made me not like this look. I think they made her arms look bigger than they really are. I also think it looks like she's going to take off sailing through the trees like a flying squirrel. Although, I will say that the beading at the neck and waist were exquisite. Octavia Spencer's dress was particularly stunning, and I was also really impressed with what Elie Saab has done with his dresses that showed up on the red carpet. I loved the mint number worn by Berenice Bejo, but I might be a little biased because I am obsessed with all the minty and pastel colours that are out for spring. And let's just take a minute to discuss one of my favourite leading ladies, Meryl Streep. Could she have looked more beautiful? That gold Lanvin dress was perfection on her, and I can only hope that my skin will look that good when I'm her age. Also, Jean Durjardin?! Le sigh! He's dreamy...and French. Accents are sexy.

But enough of my slight judgement, and on to what really matters. I was actually pleasantly surprised with how entertaining I found the Oscars this year. I did find that there were some awkward moments, and I could hardly understand what Billy Crystal was saying in his opening musical montage, but at least it was a step up from last year. While I adore Anne Hathaway, last years Oscars fell flat. I also really like that I wasn't constantly questioning if James Franco was baked out of his mind. How that man got a PhD is beyond me. But hey, who am I to judge. However, I was confused as to why Jennifer Lopez was there? Last time I checked, Maid in Manhattan wasn't nominated. Anyway, Hugo cleaned up, George Clooney was shafted, Christopher Plummer is the oldest Oscar winner ever, and Octavia Spencer was adorable in her acceptance speech, and an almost entirely silent film, in black and white no less, won best picture. Bret McKenzie won for best song, which I think is completely rad and also because I love Flight of the Conchords. I think it's so awesome that the winner for best foreign language film was from Iran, that the best director was french, along with best actor and that the winner for best documentary short was from Pakistan. But can I just say, why the hell didn't Bridesmaids win anything!? It was a HILARIOUS movie! All in all, while entertaining, another Oscar season has come and gone. Now I have to go and actually watch all these movies (or at least the ones that I haven't seen yet).

I leave you with this parting shot: where was the Oscar statue for the dog!? He was a true star!


Saturday, 25 February 2012

Insert Typical Complaints About Weather Here

This is what I woke up to this morning:

It's gross. I hate it. Also, I am fully aware that in previous posts I have complained about snow and the weather, but since the complaints inevitably start showing up on Facebook, I thought that I needed to blog about it instead. I can't be like everyone else now can I?! I figured since it is the end of February and since it has been so nice, that we were in the clear. I was wrong to think that we skipped winter this year. Edmonton is supposed to get up to 20 cm of snow before 9pm this evening. Gross. That's what happens when you get complacent. Vigilance is what's needed. Constant vigilance...and to stay inside. You couldn't pay me to leave my house today...unless you were paying me $500 million dollars with which I could use to go some place tropical and to buy pretty things and more degrees, then I might consider leaving. It's a curl up by the fire with a hot cup of tea and a book kind of day.

Also, I got my first rejection letter this week, so that was fun. Oh well, it's not like it was the only place I had applied to and maybe that means that I will have good karma and get into the school that I really really extra want to get in to. It's just a little disheartening is all. Rejection of any kind always sucks and it always makes me feel like I am going to amount to nothing, and that I am a complete and utter failure at life. Then I remember, onwards and upwards or whatever. Something along those lines anyway.

Stay warm and safe friends!


Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Muesday: Reading Week + Funemployment = No Pants. Win.

It's reading week. The week in February that university students get so they don't go an kill themselves from all the stress and pressure placed on them. What this means is that I can do all my work without ever having to put on a pair of pants. I can sit on my bed and do all my reading for the paper that is due the day we all get back from reading week, while sitting in my jammies, with reruns of Grey's Anatomy on in the background. Reading week + funemployment = no pants. I win. I don't have to get dressed, or try to look cute. I don't have to wash my hair or put on make-up. It's actually my ideal situation...for now anyway. I know I'm painitng a really attractive picture of myself right now. I assure you, most of the time, I (at least according to me) look cute, and clean and put together. But like I said, there are those days where it's just not worth putting in the effort. Let's be serious, who do I have to impress anyway? Also, I think it's mean to have tests and papers due the day after reading week. Really really mean. It's like university professors like being sadists. It was awesome last year where I had nothing due after reading week and spent my time hiding from the sun in Maui (I have a sun allergy, don't judge me).

So in honour of the chill relaxed-ness that is reading week, I am going to share with you all a wonderful song that reminds me of the warm, lazy days of summer, where the sun stays up until 9pm and you can walk around in bare feet and shorts. Those are my favourite days. So here is Caught Me Thinking by Bahamas.


Saturday, 18 February 2012

I Got Sucked In By The Sparkles

So, my dad came home yesterday all excited about his most recent movie purchase. No, it wasn't an awesome action movie with lots of explosions and gratuitous violence, or a classic movie that he hasn't seen in forever. It was Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part I. It happened. It's like he's a thirteen year old girl. He gets legitimately excited about Twilight. The next thing you know, he'll declare whether he's for Team Edward or Team Jacob. Also, I'm a little ashamed that I know the difference between the two. This was just a typical Friday night with my adolescent parents. I blame my inexplicable love of trashy television and movies on him. Twilight is like one of those train wrecks that you just can't tear your eyes away from, even though the grisly scene and common sense dictates that you should. Like every season of Teen Mom and Teen Mom 2, I have sat through all the Twilight movies, watching those sparkly bastards brood over their fate, and jacked up teenagers turn into wolves. I mean, if you want to watch a brooding vampire, at least go and look at Ian Somerhalder on The Vampire Diaries. He's nice to look at and doesn't sparkle like a douchebag. I will say this though, is any movie really complete without a wolf-man-vampire fight and baby-wolf-man love? I'm going with a solid NO. The Twilight Saga is just so ridiculous that I just can't help myself. I am pretty sure I got sucked in by the sparkles. We all know that I am powerless to resist anything that is even remotely shiny and glittery.

But, and I can't believe that I am actually going to say this, Twilight has one thing going for it, and that's the killer soundtracks that they bring out. There are some seriously awesome bands on the soundtracks. But it's a double edged sword because they bring out all the idiots who then jump on board with a band, just because a song was on the soundtrack. For example, when the first movie came out, the credits rolled to the tune of 15 Step by Radiohead. Awesome song, killer band. I just so happened to be on the bus on my way home from school and a couple teenage girls got on and started talking about this, and I quote, "awesome new band Radiohead". They "couldn't wait for their new album to come out!". The whole time they giggled as only annoying teenagers can. It took all of my resolve not to tell them that Radiohead has been around longer than they have been alive, and that 15 Step was not a new song (In Rainbows was out in 2007 thankyouverymuch). It's infuriating. And now I sound like a hipster...and an asshole. Go me.

Let's pretend this never happened.


Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Muesday: Let Me Shower You With Love and Affection

I won't lie, I'm not really that big of a fan of Valentine's Day. I just don't really see the point to it, not to mention the fact that I am confused as to how a day that celebrated the martyrdom of Saint Valentine came to be associated with little fat white babies with wings. Anyway, I see it as a pretty useless "holiday" (and I use that term in the loosest sense possible). I think it all stems from the fact that I think that you should show and tell people that you care about them and love them every day of the year. February 14th is just another day, and it shouldn't be that big of a deal. But it is. People go all out for Valentine's Day. Millions of flowers are sent, even more cards are purchased, and copious amounts of chocolates are consumed. All because people think that this one measly day of the year is the day that matters. Valentine's Day also bothers me because it's so commercialized. Instead of giving the person you are with/love/care about something from the heart, people are lazy and think that it's better to just go out and buy a card that probably a thousand other people will also get. Originality at its finest. Seriously, flowers are nice for about 3 days and then they die, chocolates will just make you feel gross about yourself, and for the most part, and unless it's from Tiffany's, the jewelery is cheap and tacky. I could care less about the gifts and the cards and the whole production of Valentine's Day. I can say with absolute certainty that the best gift in the world (at least for me) is time. In almost all my previous relationships the one thing that I have wanted was their time. Not flowers, not chocolates, and not anything remotely tangible. At the end of the day, all the material things won't matter because the memories that you make will last infinitely longer.

In past years, I have spent Valentine's Day bitterly lamenting being single (when I happened to be single). This Valentine's Day I am single again, but the key difference is that I'm perfectly okay with it. Sure I could waste my time hating Valentine's Day and everything that it represents, but in the end, it's just not worth it. That bitterness just eats you up inside, and quite frankly, I don't have time or room in my life for that. I am going to tell all the people that I care about that I love them, not just today, but every day of the year. I am going to be my own Valentine and do the things that I love to do. Sure it would be nice to have someone tell me they think I'm kind of cute and kind of awesome today, but if I don't think that about myself, them telling me won't make any difference at all.

So, for this extra special Valentine's Day edition of Muesday, I have put together a wonderful little loving playlist of my 50 favourite romantic(ish) songs for your enjoyment to share with the people that you love.

1. Say Hey (I Love You) by Michael Franti & Spearhead

2. Make You Feel My Love: Adele

3. All My Days: Alexi Murdoch

4. A Case of You: Joni Mitchell

5. Inevitable: Anberlin

6. You're The One That I Want: Angus & Julia Stone

7. Into the Dark: Ben Lee

8. First Day of My Life: Bright Eyes

9. Love At First Sight: The Brobecks

10. Penguin: Christina Perri

11. Forget Me Not: The Civil Wars

12. Worlds Collide: Mostar Driving Club

13. Two Lovers: The Rural Alberta Advantage

14. The Best Thing: Relient K

15. Shiver: Coldplay

16. The Blowers Daughter: Damien Rice

17. Stay Young, Go Dancing: Death Cab for Cutie

18. Endlessly: Duffy

19. I Miss You When You're Gone: Matthew Barber

20. Button for Punishment: Everybody Else

21. Something In Common: Free Energy

22. Saw You First: Givers

23. Something For You: Hannah Georgas

24. Love Somebody to Know: Hanson

25. Be My Baby: Hey Ocean!

26. Momentum: The Hush Sound

27. Eyes: Imperial Mammoth

28. Everybody: Ingrid Michaelson

29. Lulls: Jasmine Ash

30. A Beautiful Mess: Jason Mraz

31. Getcha Good: Jenn Grant

32. Little Bit of Love: Jon and Roy

33. We Mapped the World: Joy Williams

34. Merry Happy: Kate Nash

35. Sidecar: Kathleen Edwards

36. The Way To The Future: Katie Herzig

37. Video Games: Lana Del Rey

38. Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop: Landon Pigg

39. Who'd Have Known: Lily Allen

40. Instead: Madeleine Peyroux

41. Summer Angel: Minus the Bear

42. Little Thing Called Love: Misty Miller

43. Love Is Endless: MoZella

44. Turn Me On Again: Nerina Pallot

45. The Only Exception: Paramore

46. Shape of Love (feat. Boy & Bear): Passenger

47. Love Is Art/ Sleep Through Fire: Said the Whale

48. For You: Tin Sparrow

49. Heroes of the Sidewalk: Two Hours Traffic

50. Ours: The Bravery

Probably not your typical Valentine's Day mix, but I think it's pretty swell! Also, I'm pretty sure that I just saved some poor schmuck from having to think of their own songs for a Valentine's Day mix. You know what they say: Sharing is caring...or plagiarism. You're welcome.

I hope everyone had a lovely Valentine's Day filled with love and all good things!

Happy Valentine's Day


Sunday, 12 February 2012

Wait For It...

Guess what friends?!

I have an extra special Muesday planned for you all in honour of Valentine's Day! I figured I would give everyone a heads up so you can properly prepare yourselves for all the excitement and awesomeness of it! Do try to keep it together until Tuesday! Until then, I am sending out all my love topped with a heaping helping of unicorns covered in chocolate and diamonds to tide you over.


Friday, 10 February 2012

I'm To Old For This Sh*t

It's like my body hates me. Every single muscle in my body screams with pain and woe every time I move. I blame soccer...and pilates. My body has taken more beatings from soccer than I care to count. I have broken all my toes on both my feet at least once, my ankle 3 times, gotten black eyes that have made people question where I got those bruises came from, and my knees especially hate me. I think I need to remember that I am no longer 18 and that I am not invincible...also it takes a long time to recover. But I will say this, that despite everything, I love it and I can't imagine not playing. Also, it's a really good way for me to get out my aggression. Sometimes you just have to hit something or someone. Anyway, typing this actually hurts, so I'm going to go and try not moving. I will leave you with this lovely commercial advocating love and football. I think my favourite part is how angry they all sound. And the fact that they are hooligans singing Savage Garden. Gotta love Savage Garden


Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Muesday: Putting the Fun in Funemployment

So, I'm funemployed. What's funemployment you ask? It's unemployment except more fun. It's fun because now I am actually happy. There was a period in time at the non-profit that I worked at where I was happy. And then came the time I wasn't, and to be quite frank, I'm pretty sure that I wasn't the only one who was/is unhappy. But there's no reason to dwell on it because at the end of the day, I am better off. So ya. Now I can do all the things that I haven't had time to do, like, oh I don't know, focus on school, learn French, read, watch the entire "History of Britain" by Simon Schama, clean up my various disasters, and learn how to cook. I think "learn how to cook" is going to be one of the first things I tackle, mostly because I realize that coming up pretty quickly here I will be finding out if and where I might be moving too, and when I get there I am going to have to focus on not dying of starvation. I have also come to the realization that funemployment might lose it's shiny, fun, newness rather quickly considering the damper it is going to put on my love of shopping and lovely things. There's that whole no income thing to deal with, but maybe this will be a good exercise in learning how to save and manage my money better. We'll see. There is also the strong possibility that I go completely and utterly bat shit crazy. I'm interested to see where this goes...

I have been absolutely OBSESSED with Lana de Rey's new album Born to Die. It's just the perfect mix of slow, old school, and alternative. I think my favourite song has got to be Radio. It's been on constant repeat and is my current favourite song to dance around to as I get dressed in the morning. That's not to say though that Born to Die hasn't garnered some controversy in the music world. It's one of those albums that you either love or hate. There's really no middle ground. Critics sneer at her "lackluster performance" on Saturday Night Live, while others applaud the New York native for her skillful mix of old Hollywood glam and melancholia. Really all you can do is at least give her album a chance. You might just be surprised at how good it actually is after a couple of listens. So, without further adieu, here is Radio by Lana Del Rey.


Friday, 3 February 2012

One of My Many Obsessions

I was never that girl who dreamed about her wedding dress. Quite frankly, I don't understand why girls are so obsessed with finding THE dress. There are shows on television dedicated to helping women spend THOUSANDS of dollars on a dress that they will wear once in their lives for a few hours, and more often than not, the dresses they choose are absolutely ridiculous and atrocious, and are not pretty in any way, shape, or form. Do they not know that it is a white dress? That on top of how much it costs to purchase, will also cost upwards of $300 to dry clean, not to mention at least a $100 more to store? But then I realize, that there is one dress that I dream of. No, it's not white, and doesn't involve pickups (which PS are HIDEOUS and should be outlawed). I dream of a little, black dress.

My obsession with a simple, little black dress started back in 2006. Actually, my obsession with clothes and lovely things in general started back in 1985, and since then, it's only gotten stronger. And this dress really isn't a dress. It's a gown. A gorgeous gown. It is THE most beautiful black dress I have ever seen in my entire life. If I could only own one dress ever, this dress would be it. Screw a wedding dress. Screw every other dress ever made. Nothing compares to the beauty of this dress. What is this dress you ask? It's a gorgeous little silk charmeuse John Galliano number with gathered lace cap sleeves and a bias draped waist worn by Anne Hathaway in the Devil Wears Prada (which is also probably one of my go to favourite movies). For me, this dress is even better than the iconic Givenchy number worn by Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's, and I love that dress and that movie with all my heart. The Galliano dress haunts my dreams. It's utter perfection in silk form. If I was a rich girl (like that Gwen Stefani song) that dress would be the first thing I bought. I don't care how much it would cost me. I have to have it.

Maybe one day. But until that day, I will continue to dream about the perfect little black dress...and basically every other lovely thing ever made.