I know I’ve posted this link before, but honestly if you don’t already have City of Skies bookmarked on your computer, and they’re not part of your morning internetting routine, I think you’d really like their blog.
Plus, they are all good buddies of mine, and I love them very, very, very much.
I’m not sure how many of you even remember SNL in the early 90’s- but my Mom, having been a fan of SNL since Gilda Radner’s days, watched it every saturday night with us, and I think Deep Thoughts may have shaped my homour to what it is today (I’ll eat some humble pie later, I promise).
Peruse through this list of deep thoughts, you won’t be disappointed.
One of my favourites: When the chairman introduced the guest speaker as a former illegal alien, I got up from my chair and yelled, “What’s the matter, no jobs on Mars?” When no one laughed, I was real embarrassed. I don’t think people should make you feel that way.
Lucas and I were walking down Main St. the other day and saw a poster for an upcoming “Anti-Nazi Riot”…sit and marinade on that for a little while.
I just have so many questions. Aren’t we ALL anti-nazi? Where and what exactly ARE we rioting? What do we hope to gain? What could we possibly do to show the last remaining neo-nazis just how much we hate them? And even so- how are we going to be able to show those hidden neo-nazis what we’ve even done? Not to mention the logistical questions and reasoning behind the whole who/what/when/where/why…
I ‘stumbled-upon’ Hotel Kakslauttanen about a year ago, and every time I start thinking about a trip to the Nordic circle (which is often) I think about it again. This place sounds amazing, and like every human being should experience this, or something on par at least! Read some blurbs about the hotel below and check out the amazing pictures of the glass, and snow igloos. (Side note: once when I was 8, my whole extended family went on a snow shoe trip together at Seymour where we learned which pine needles aren’t poisonous, and the finale was that we all had to help build an igloo that could be slept in, in case we got lost in the snowy woods ever. Shout out to any of my cousins who might be reading this! woop di woop!)
When sleeping in the Glass Igloos the customer is able to marvel the amazing northern lights and the millions of stars in the sky. The experience is also unforgettable when there is a snowstorm. Kakslauttanen is a very good place for seeing the Northern Lights, Aurora Borealis, as in the area there are not so many electric lights outside and it is north enough so that the probability of them is very high from late August to late April.
Imagine yourself sleeping in an Igloo made of Snow. It is totally quiet. Lights inside ice illuminate the Igloo. These make the atmosphere so exciting that never get bored of marvelling it, until you fall to deep, comfortable sleep in your warm down sleeping bag. Besides warm (extremely temp. -32C) down sleeping bag, we provide you woollen socks and hood. The temperature inside Snow Igloo stays always between -3c and -6c so that you will never feel cold. That’s a promise! The snow Igloos are for 1-5 persons.
This website is equal parts cheezy, and awesome (as per website title), but it’s definitely worth checking out. You will find yourself having the odd “that is AWESOME” conversation in your head in response to some of these.
My favourite, of the most recent, has to be #557 When you fold a piece of paper so it fits in the envelope perfectly. So what, I’m a dork.
Club Monaco is bringing back their logo sweaters, but only for Canada.
Remember the Club Monaco logo sweatshirt? If you grew up in the late ’80s or early ’90s, we’re betting you do—along with zipper-bottomed Jordache jeans, Tretorns, and pretending that the lady walking ten steps behind and yelling your name was just some weird stranger, not your mom, it was the height of tween chic.
The sweatshirt, which CM calls “a symbol of Canadian childhood,” (for us, it’s more a symbol of awkward, brace-faced early adolescence), is available only at Toronto’s Eaton Centre and Yorkdale, Vancouver’s Robson Street and Pacific Centre, and Burnaby’s Eaton Metrotown; prices start at $29.
I bring you this because I am ADDICTED to TYM lately, and he is coming to the biltmore on April 9th, so please join me in the addiction and subsequent biltmore night! A little on him…
“Chaz Bundick’s methods are constantly changing and evolving. Heavily influenced by his parent’s vinyl and tape collection, he also possesses great admiration for contemporary influences like Animal Collective, Sonic Youth, J Dilla, and Daft Punk. Like most prepubescent teens, he had his punk band and once that died out, the “side project” soon became the main focus.
Toro y Moi started in 2001 as a bedroom project but quickly grew into the live performance realm. The songs are born from a plethora of different genres, from freak-folk to R&B to French House—which is heavily influential on Chaz’s newest dance alias, Les Sins. Before any full length album has been released, Toro Y Moi has already received praise from music websites like Pitchfork and Gorilla Vs. Bear as well as upcoming print features in the NME and Dazed and Confused.”
If you, like me, are looking for a new place to live - my friend BENDER introduced us to this fabulous website last night, that takes a bunch of different rental sites (like craigslist) and combines them into a city map for you, so you can break down all the rentals by area. It also allows you to set parameters. Love it!!
In case you don’t know this song, it’s wonderful. Take Deerhunter’s Bradford Cox, and then add a dash of Noah Lennox/Panda Bear (of Animal Collective) and you have this wonderful song under the moniker of “Atlas Sound.” The song is called ‘Walkabout’ and it’s just lovely.
For those of you who don’t know: my other half (Meaghan Proctor) is in India, Kolkata to be precise, on the final leg of her 2 years Master’s Degree of Occupational Therapy race. She is doing her final (and international) placement at the Indian Institute of Cerebral Palsy (IICP) and has been keeping a travel blog, not only about her time at the IICP, but also about some touring they did around India first. Anyways, the link is http://boiledmilk.blogspot.com/ , but I am going to share my favourite entry with you, which is seriously hilarious, and every time I read it it cracks me up….enjoy!
I just finished having my first Ayervedic massage experience. We booked it through our hotel here in Varanasi, after many people have told us that they are amazing and that our hotel has the best ones in town. After being a few minutes late – as we were waiting on our bill from the café (something very common here – waiting) we were rushed into this small room by the manager of the spa. She told us to read the sign on the wall first! It read that there was a tip box for us after to use if we enjoyed our massage. Upfront introduction, but I was still okay and excited for this massage. My masseuse was a bigger, older Indian woman dressed in a pink sari. She promptly dimmed the lights and told me to take everything off. I was surprised that there were no opening greetings. I took off my pants and top and when mama India returned she pointed to me to ‘Take Everything Off!”. I was somewhat unsure, however her impatient look and my recollection of doing the same at spa utopia – led me to stark nudity on her table. This however was nothing like a spa utopia experience. For starters there was no towel to cover me up for the duration of the treatment. I laughed when I first lay down and heard from the other room Ashea proclaim ‘Even These?!?” – knowing that she also was surprised by the birthday suit request. While she was just beginning and I was still feeling somewhat unsure if this was a good idea, I all of a sudden felt a hot breath in my ear! She was whispering something to me. I quickly started thinking this was more of a poor decision… She was explaining something in broken English and charades -that I should not tip the tip box, but give her the tip. This is because her boss takes all the tips and she gets none. I said okay, eager to get this massage started, but she then went on for awhile to check that I would NOT speak about this outside this room, because her boss was bad. I continually told her I understood, but throughout the remainder of the massage we had this same conversation with my assurance that I would not bring it up with anyone. This Ayervedic massage was anything but ordinary. Along with the typical oils and rubbing, there were also many odd add-ons. She took a cloth sack of herbs and spices, heated it up and smacked it across my whole body. Another technique involved her checking the range of motion in all my limbs, pressing into my eyelids, and literally rubbing olive oil into my scalp. I can tell you I have never been greasier. You could have cooked me. I felt like the massage turned into a counseling session, when mama India started telling me that she was divorced and the reason why was because she had two miscarriages. I told her how sorry I was, and she was happy to hear it. She further told me that Ashea’s masseuse was also divorced because her husband was mad that she had a girl instead of a boy. She explained that they were both very poor and had bad futures. I consoled her and started wondering who here was getting the services. However, all in all, the massage was amazing. I feel rejuvenated. It was a combination of the hot oils, incense burning around me, and her incredible hands; that led her to a great tip in her fingers, and me to not speak about this outside of that room.
I’m not a vegetarian, and as horrible as it sounds - footage of seals being clubbed doesn’t make we want to stop eating meat, either. The only compelling reasons, for me, for being vegetarian are the implications of the livestock industry on our planet, and the effects of the steroids used in livestock production.
I read something interesting on GOOP lately (if you don’t know about ‘GOOP’ - it’s Gwyneth Paltrow weekly lifestyle newsletter) about meat-free Mondays in the UK, and it’s backed by none other than…(drum roll please)…Paul McCartney!
Have a read yourself, it does pose an interesting challenge…
I’ve never really been a fan of Zooey Deschanel, but that could also be because my boyfriend thinks she’s ultra babely….regardless- I think this song, and consequentially the upcoming album, could be what hooks me on ‘She & Him.’ Very Patsy Cline-esque.