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friday favourites 29.08.13

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i have to admit it. whenever i look at this blog and see a week where "mental health mondays" is immediately followed by "friday favourites", it really bothers me because, as circumstances have conspired to remind me, i like blogging.
immediately followed by "friday favourites", i feel like a failure. and it's not like i haven't had anything to talk about [and let's face it, when has not having things to talk about ever stopped me from blogging?]. the problem i've run into this week is that i simply haven't had time. i've had way too much to do that hasn't involved blogging and that has clearly been impinging on the output here. [on top of which, i've suddenly been attacked by a bizarre case of "i'm allergic to everything", which means that i haven't wanted to do much except sleep when i haven't been working.] and it

so this is kind of an apology to all of you for the lack of posts, but it's also a bit of me bemoaning the state of things when i can't make time for something that makes my life better. things like...

good news :: stuff i can't make up from around the internet

segregation laws are a thing of the past. unless you include segregation based on income. that's still totally cool.

a year ago this weekend i went to switzerland. if i'd gone this year instead, i might have got to see the brand spanking new drive-in brothels. [see what i did there?]

am oklahoma woman who was caught with meth in her anus and a loaded gun in her vagina [not a metaphor] has been sentenced to 25 years in prison. i think she misunderstood the meaning of "safe deposit box".

and here's a lady whose "secret hiding place" [the back door] required emergency intervention after she tried to remove the five grand she'd stashed there. some women just don't like to carry purses.

there is a gigantic canyon underneath greenland that scientists just discovered by accident. behold the magic that is greenland.

goings on :: stuff you can [and should] participate in

this sunday afternoon at l'oblique, more like space friend eric boivin will be performing live with rachel ni chuinn. get september started off right with some experimental soundscapes and enjoy the feeling of being in a real, bricks-and-mortar record store.

montreal clothing designers metamorphose are having a contest to find their official model for the salon des metier d'arts that will take place this december. in addition to getting immortalised in print [through the salon's catalogue], the winner will get a $400 gift certificate, redeemable at metamorphose' kiosk there. details on how to enter can be found on their facebook page [note: in french only. please feel free to contact me if you need the details supplied in english.]

musical notes

two wonderful artists [and equally wonderful people] doing great things together. here's dom's new video for a murder of angels.



something i learned this week

the difference between having allergies and being sick is in the cause, not the effect. turns out they feel remarkably similar. [and in fact, they are remarkably similar, since many symptoms are caused by inflammation in both cases.]

goal for the week

i am continuing to stick it out with my diet, although the result is an increasingly antagonistic relationship with food. it's more difficult to persevere now, because when you feel low, the tendency to just eat whatever crap seems convenient is great. but perseverance is my middle name. [note :: it actually isn't.]

honestly, my goal for the week is just to feel better. a combination of allergies, stress and inconsistent periods of rest has definitely left me feeling run down.

follow-up and shameless self-promotion

just a quick mention that, having taken a gander at sephora's gleaming new marc jacob's collection, i made a couple of purchases this week, so i should have something to say about those fairly soon. [and there might be rumblings of guerlain coming as well, but you'll have to wait and see.]

kitteh of the week

ever feel like you're being watched?


that's all for now, folks. i popped an antihistamine and it's definitely starting to hit. for instance, i typed "i pooped an antihistamine" and it took me a really long moment to notice the problem. onward and upward and over and through...

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