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it still counts as a plan

really, my plans today involve cleaning the place, which is very noble, until you consider the fact that it's afternoon and i'm talking about my plans for the day as if it isn't already half over, or as if i didn't already waste time because it would be ridiculous to expect that i could do housework while i'm still finishing my coffee, which i'm doing at a pace that could generously be called tectonic. and, of course, it was important that i stop to play around with what colours to put on my face, because having the right lipstick is really super-important when you're vacuuming. and it's important to keep up on breaking news, which is why i had to pause and watch something on the discovery channel about the assassinations of american presidents. i'd hate to miss the one show where they're finally able to reveal some footage of a dude on the grassy knoll with a sniper's rifle.

in fact, a lot of my weekends end up like this, with a grand plan to do lots of work around the house, which desperately needs it, that devolves into a plan to do a couple of loads of laundry before the pile collapses and one of the cats has to dig their way out. but that does not mean i'm lazy. it just means that i am mastering the art of remaining calm and doing things at a slow and steady pace. and nothing is more important than remaining calm in the face of a crisis.

[and nothing is more important than me taking more time out of the day to blog about the fact that i'm taking time to do things other than what i theoretically know i should be doing.]



this reminds me- do i need to join pinterest? i heard it equated to online scrapbooking, which scares me a little, but i do keep finding interesting/ attractive images on people's boards and i thought it might be an awesome way to drop hints as to what people could get me for birthdays, christmas, other random times when they want to make me smile. but do i really need more of an online presence? and is this something that would warrant looking into? would it warrant looking into right now? because, if it's important enough to be on pinterest, i could postpone my day's plans a little...

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long suffering

i've been meaning to write this post for a while, but, every time i get started, something happens that makes me rethink portions of it, to add or subtract or consider a different way of looking at things. the post was originally going to be my take on a #metoo statement, but i ended up making that post on my personal facebook page. [it's not that i don't love you all, but there are a few things i'm not comfortable putting in the entirely public sphere.] but beyond joining the #metoo juggernaut, i wanted to write something about the wave of sexual assault revelations that continues to swell over the north american media landscape that wasn't about me. then i realised that that was a little more complicated than just writing "so, lotta sex rapes happenin' these days, ain't there?" or whatever it was that i was going to say.

so i tried writing something about just a part of it: the media coverage or the entertainment industry or the politicians or …

jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

making faces :: a lip for all seasons [summer edition]

this may seem like an odd time to think about summer, but not to think about coolness. it can be hard to wrap your head around the idea that summer is considered "cool" in colour analysis terms and, in my opinion, reads as the coolest of the cool, because everything in it is touched with the same chilly grey. winter may have the coldest colours, but its palette is so vivid that it distracts the eye. everything in summer is fresh and misty, like the morning sky before the sun breaks through. in my original post on the season, i compared it to monet's paintings of waterlilies at his garden in giverny and, if i do say so, i think that's an apt characterisation.

finding lip colours touched with summer grey and blue is, as you might expect, kind of tricky. the cosmetic world seems obsessed with bringing warmth, which doesn't recognise that some complexions don't support it well. [also, different complexions support different kinds of warmth, but that's another…