bathing in the afterglow

All I know is that if I come back in my next life, 1/8 as cute as the sisters of Ohbijou, I’ll be a lucky girl.
Casey’s singing voice could deliver the worst news you’ve ever heard and you would probably still swoon a little at its sweetness.
Rural Alberta Advantage sound like a jangly Neutral Milk Hotel even if Amy is destined for a life of back pain derived from commanding both snare drum and keyboard simultaneously.
The Acorn’s lead singer looks like a more handsome Sam Roberts with actual talent which never hurts the cuteness quotient.
See how pretty?

Oh, and why the heck aren’t the Cons playing a Toronto show this week?
Everyone knows I love that band but Peterborough? Uh-uh.

In the morning I'll be with you, but it will be a different "kind"

Thursday.
I slept in.
Every evening of resolute determination to get up and get in early and be amazing- crashes to earth like an Albertan meteorite at the blaze of my alarm. Today, I blame Bon Iver, no one can wake up to skinny love, it’s too peaceful and perfect.

Oh, but the penalty of such behavior? THE SUBWAY.

Here’s the thing. I love walking. LOVE it. I love the city in the morning, I love listening to music, daydreaming, Manic coffee, scarfs, hats and... walking.
And the Subway is crowded and men smell my hair (ok, one time.) and there’s touching and I don’t like touching.

And another (3)thing(s):
1.Sunglasses. Inside subway cars. Probably the most unnecessary thing ever. Oooh you have a hangover? And TV told you that sunglasses will help? Bullshit. Orrrr you’re a ‘yo, bra, seriously, bra’ kind of guy. Either way, take off your stupid sunglasses douchebag.

2.Short people. Ok, I’m not that tall but I’m tall enough to know tall people have resided to that fact that we get in people’s way a lot so we are pretty courteous about letting people ‘go first’. Short people are pushy like nobody’s business on the subway.

3. Pervy TTC guys. I think ‘learing’ and ‘smirking’ are career prerequisites for those dudes that stick their over-coiffed heads out of the windows and snear at you as you dash for the doors. Or better yet, miss the doors and they smirk even more. Awesome.

At least there’s the sweet sounds and cuteness that is Ohbijou and a lovely friends reunion tonight to save the day.

Oh, and tomorrow’s Friday.

top. five. films. of. 2008.

The utterly foreign desperation in what was Mumbai’s inner city slums juxtaposed against the utterly superficial world of lights, cameras and the chance to win millions of dollars for answering a question perfectly collides in this film.

At times horrific, at times sweet (almost too saccharine), and at all times engaging, you cannot help but feel Something in this epic event.

As a cynic, a hater and a sometimes manipulator, even I can see the sweetness in a story as far-fetched as this.

Go. Now. I’ll hold your coat.

yes / no / maybe

I haven't made a final decision about this yet.

At night, clad in rain soaked coats, eyes expectant and with limited time, I felt underwhelmed in all areas but one: the second story Galleria. Bathed in light in the afternoon, the exterior brilliance was recipriocated inside. The swelling ceiling took my breath.

The rest: we'll see. In the light of day, everything comes out more clearly.