January 26, 2012
I guess it hasn’t hit me yet
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I heard this song on CBC radio this morning and I cannot stop listening to it. I think the last time I heard it was on a cassette mix someone made me at zionist/socialist camp when I was 13. Anyhow, I am quite partial to any song with mandolins and harmonies. It gives me the warmziez.
So? What’s up guys? Have you been reading my column in the Metro every Monday? I hope so. They’re fun to write. It’s my voice, but toned down to a much broader, on-the-way-to-work audience who want to learn about things I’d traditionally snarf at, like poetry readings and jazz. Unfortunately I believe this week is the last I’ll be doing it as it was just a temporary thing while my buddy who does it regularly took a vacation. But I’m sure there’ll be other opportunities of that calibre some time in the near future. Look at that? Me being positive about the future. Must be something in the (disgusting, flat, gag-inducing) Toronto water.This city is taking to me, or me to it. I can’t believe I just admitted that.
Anyhow. Photos.
Every time I leave my parent’s house, this happens. It’s a goodbye party!
I was staying in Liberty Village for a few weeks and one night the sky looked so pretty. Too bad it didn’t translate well in the photo.
Remember Matthew? Of course you do. He’s hard to forget. Anyhow, he was in town.
So we threw a party!
The gang!
These exist and I am that much happier as a result.
I visited my dad at work.
Tried to get connected to nature like I used to in Vancouver. Not quite the same but close enough.
My main goal right is to find a boyfriend who’ll accept every part of me…even when we’re taking a dump together.
January 3, 2012
You’re a holiday
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This is one of my favourite songs of all time – yeah, yeah, you probably shouldn’t listen if you’re suicidal, but the title is fitting since I LOVE the holidays. Here are some photos of how I spent mine…
Sean and his massive household had a wholesome Christmas party, where guests were required to dress in onesies or lederhosen or both. Everyone in attendance was a costume designer or a puppeteer, except me.
Channuka/Hannuka/Hanuukkkakakakakakakaka
Me looking and feeling soooooo happy after Christmas dinner at the Jacot’s.
2/5th of the Jacots.
Dutchie’s winter attire, which I did not invest in. My parents have spoiled her to the point where she’s a different dog. She even snapped at me when I shoved my face into her face and wouldn’t move it. Back in the day, she never would have even dreamed of doing such a thing.
I spent a bunch of time in the hospital, while my friend was in there. I helped her fill out lengthy forms, which was a pretty fun process.
Should you ever go to the crusty Chinese mall in Chinatown, know the rules.
Let the Snow Games with Dutchie begin!
Food and drink on New Years.
I made everyone take a photo of themselves. I do that a lot.
Apparently if you move around while someone’s taking a photo of you, it’s impossible to get a bad shot. Not that Sarah doesn’t photograph well.
Beautiful Katie.
I changed my top to a polka dotted one.
Anyhow, that’s it for now. Didn’t make any resolutions ’cause I have enough pressure on myself right now. I did promise to eat every novelty poutine item I come across on a menu, so, yeah, bring it. Got any tips or recommendations for poutine-inspired dishes?
December 18, 2011
Trailor Load
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How are things going, y’all? It’s getting bitterly cold here in Toronto but I’m trying to train my mind into tricking my body into thinking it’s hot, like those crazy energy people are able to do. Still learning how to get good at being all brain powerful but I’m sure it’ll come in time with some rigorous training.
What’s been going on? Well, a few things. Work wise, I’ve had a few things out there in the past few weeks. For one, I have a weekly column in the Metro every Monday. It’s called Urban Compass and I’m doing it until Mid-Feb or early March while the girl who usually does it is away. Taken a few weeks to sort of understand the tone and voice, but it’s coming along.
Last week I had a piece about Todd Barry in the National Post. Click here to read it.
When he was in town, I took him to Banook, and ordered this:
Poutine pizza. I’m that disgusting girl. (To my credit, and dignity, I only ate a quater of it.)
He’d never been to Active Surplus, so we checked that out too.
This is for all those people who seriously anticipate getting their Shoppers Drug Mart coupon flyer.
What else? I went with my mum to see the General Idea retrospective at the AGO. She was like “I don’t get it” and I was like “Wow, these guys were real artists. I wonder if they were rich?”
Me, trying not to pose but posing.
Speaking of posing, my dog on her hind legs. It’s one of her better tricks. I call it “The Gopher”.
Oh, I accompanied the lovely Sarah Efron on one of her Spice City exertions. It was decent. I liked the place’s decor better than the food.
I went with Chris to see Jack and Jill. We got there early and were turned away by the ticket taker three times so to kill time, Chris went in this tornado stimulator. It was basically a small capsule that made strange sounds and blew air on your head a bit stronger than a hairdryer.
Came across this kid in Kensington market. I like what she’s got going on.
Tell me this detergent thing doesn’t remind you of a delicious piece of candy.
Oh…my stunning dear friend Natalie and her boyfriend took part in this series, where couples are captured looking moody and beautiful.
She is without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met.
I believe that’s it. My dog hasn’t, er, taken care of business yet today so I should probably go take care of business…happy holidays!
November 29, 2011
Creme Sure
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Back from New York. It was sad to leave but it’s all good. Toronto’s not a bad place to come back to. But enough yammering. Here are some photos.
Every time I took Maggie for a walk, I kept on thinking about that horrible movie with Winona Ryder and Richard Gere…
The most sure-fire way to get attention (the good kind), is to put little rubber booties on your dog. Or a dog. That’s not my dog.
There was a guy playing sax here once but I was too shy to take a photo. So just imagine (with your eyes and your ears).
The mental-ness that is Maurizio Cattelan.
And staple friend, Rachel. Still a staple after all these years.
Oh, at the park I would frequent, I kept hearing about this feral graveyard dog that lived in the park. We came across it one day and I felt like I sawr a leprechaun! He was so sweet and shy.
Sue and I trying to recreate a photo we took in Victoria, like, seven years ago.
And the cutest family ever.
Hey, what? It’s ALI LIEBERT! In New York! (I type that in all caps ’cause I think more than 60% of hits on this site are people around the world looking for photos of her.)
And now a series of photos of me posing awkwardly next to modern art…
Me, my 90s “whisp” bangs and the lovely Sara Morgan…
My first American Thanksgiving dinner at Teru’s place, which was delicious. We actually had stirfry, instead of the traditional fair.
And here’s me and Maggie next to a swamp!
That’s it. Yup.
November 14, 2011
Just for the sake of it
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Nearly a month since I last posted on here so why the eff (f?) not?
So what’s been going on? For one, I’m really happy that I relocated to Toronto. I never thought I’d say that, but the city’s got it going on. SO MUCH more work. It’s great. I’ll probably likely probably maybe likely probably end up staying.
For two, I wrote about my experience as an intern at the fabu Pop Up Video for the National Post. Read it, it’s fun! I also wrote a few reports about cardio health for Mediaplanet. It’s fun too!
What else? Here are some photos of the last month or so.
This is at Tikka Lahore. Go there, it’s wonderful. They decorate their walls with saris and make fantastic kebabs. Ronit says I have Karla Homolka eyes in this photo.
Gabi and baby Julia.
Dogs.
There should be a petition to let me keep Ronit’s pants.
Baby teeth. It’s amazing what my parents keep around the house. I’m working on parring things down dramatically.
What are these things called? Head lovers? I want one.
Go play a Video Game. (Wow, these are mostly photos of me. I guess that’s just my headspace these days. Sowwy everyone else in my life.)
Now I’m in New York. My days have been full but my nights have been low key. Except for this one night, when we went to this terrible, cokey Wall Streeter club that has seven bouncers outside and makes you wait even if you’re on the guestlist and barely anyone is inside.
Naomi wondering when it’s all going to be over.
Me (again? Geez…) wondering what path I could have taken to be one of those girls cuddled up next to the overweight fat cat at the $3000 table with bottle service, being waited on by models in tight dresses and sparklers.
We only went to see Naomi’s friend, Buck, perform. If you’re a porn aficionado, you know who he is. He’s awesome.
Now I’m hanging out with this little fluffy monkey. We go for nice walks here. I’m around for another 10 days or so, so if you know fun things that are going on, do keep me posted.
Also, I’m going to be doing a weekly column in the Metro for a few months called Urban Compass. So if you or someone you know in Toronto is doing something cool/quirky/unique that needs promotion, hit me up email styles, write@eliannalev.com
