I'm sitting under this large proverbial, collective umbrella that I like to call "un- employment".
It certainly isn't pretty.
In the past I've tried hope, I've tried giving up hope, and hope again. At the moment, I'm sort of enjoying the free, unrestricted life that comes with my status, however....
at the same time. I am scrounging around the bottom of bags for coin-age to catch buses. Whenever I find a shimmering five cent coin on the ground, I stare at it wide-eyed, seriously debating whether I am in the prime position to pick it up. There is a lot that goes into this thought process. For example
Free money!
Wait... is that guy watching me
(sometimes I'd stare off the competition..It's MY SHINY MONEY!)
am I standing at a decent angle to the ground?
Gee, Parallel-ism is awkward...
YOINK!
****
And voila, I am five cents richer! Five cents more then I had yesterday! awesome! My boyfriend has pointed out that I constantly find money. Even though the denomination is never higher then ten cents.... but think about it if you found five cents a day for a year...you'd be $18.25 richer. That can buy....like what? One icecream cone these days....
Sometimes you get lucky. Lucky that some other, poor unfortunate sap couldn't afford to re-stitch the hole in their pocket, and you find notes! I once found $5 in a lecture theatre. One bonus to showing up to class early! It pays!!!!
However, money fishing aside. I had more serious issues to worry about. Like. GETTING A JOB. Anybody who is willing and able to work should be able to find a job in this country. Enough to earn a living on! I've been unemployed now for a number of months. I quit my last job for sanity reasons....truth be told...Customers can be real wankers sometimes.
However, I am willing and able to work! But I envy all those people with "awesome" jobs. Like.... how is it that I miss getting hired for the cinema when I show up a week later with my resume and they have hired like 20 people! How did I miss that? How do those lanky, educated, quirky cool types get a job at Borders? I want a job at borders....
dammit....I just want a job...
(That's awesome)
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
A Crafty Affair
I sashay towards creative people the way glitter sticks to unsuspecting surfaces. A few Saturday's back I had the lovely pleasure of attending the Crafts Fair at Kinokuniya in the city.
Miraculously, somehow last year, the wonderfully beautiful Anney and her sister Mechelle came into my life. These girls have some serious talent. Making all sorts of cute, crafty, beautiful knick knacks. Beautiful things made by beautiful people.
You can see more of Anney and her art here.
Here are some of the things these crafty lasses had to offer:
felt gingerbread toys and babushka dolls
pretty pin-wheel/lolly inspired badges. (I now own the black and white one at the front!)
one of Anney's original paintings
Mechelle's labour of loveliness: cuuuuuute dinosaurs!!
Miraculously, somehow last year, the wonderfully beautiful Anney and her sister Mechelle came into my life. These girls have some serious talent. Making all sorts of cute, crafty, beautiful knick knacks. Beautiful things made by beautiful people.
You can see more of Anney and her art here.
Here are some of the things these crafty lasses had to offer:
felt gingerbread toys and babushka dolls
pretty pin-wheel/lolly inspired badges. (I now own the black and white one at the front!)
one of Anney's original paintings
Mechelle's labour of loveliness: cuuuuuute dinosaurs!!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Gypsy nails, Dad & Bogie
I've just painted my nails. Natio's Mystic. A gypsy red hue emblazoned on my fingers. Somehow, nail polish always appears ghastly on me. They make my fingers look like brown knobbly twigs that have been used to stir an abhorrent tin of garishly bright paint. I honestly don't know why I bother, because I know that in half an hour I'm going to get out the cotton balls and acetone and try to remove every trace of evidence from my hands.
I'm finally alone. My incompetent, imbecile, fool of a father is no longer talking at me through my door trying to make my watch The Faculty, selling it to me by saying its got lots of famous people in it.
"Dinah, look. Look. Look. Are you looking? "
"I'm busy!" My back is turned because I'm using the microwave , I turn around and glance over at the rental DVD which he is still holding like some prized trophy.
"See, see, look, that guy from the lorn of the rings is in it. Lijah wood". He continues to point to the faces on the cover. "he's famous, she's famous, he's famous, they are all famous, a lot of famous people in this movie!"
gee famous people in movies! That's a first. And is that Usher on the cover? Its got to be an awesome movie!
(silence)
I continue, staring blanky and stunned in disbelief and his futile efforts to win back his daughter's attention.
"You aren't interested? You don't like these sort of movies do you?"
By Jove, he's got it!
"I know what you like! You are into those old movies aren't you? You like Bogart? The African Queen?"
"Yeah, I would like to see that, I think he got nominated and won an oscar for that..."
"He was married to that girl in the movie wasn't he? I thought he was married to her."
"No, That was Katherine Hepburn, and no. He had four wives and he was married to Lauren Bacall!"
"Four wives! Four Wives! He had Four wives? I can't believe it!"
He was probably thinking all at once.
Lately I've gotten into a bit of a Bogie obsession. I find myself gravitating to all things Bogie or Humphrey Bogart related, including reading Lauren Bacall's biography and that of Bogie's alleged lover Verita Thompson. Its as if I am some crappy, asteroid- rock, moon who got pulled into orbit by some Huge Bogie head shaped planet in space.
But it's cool. I totally feel like one of the cool cats now. Like I could go around calling girls broads and drinking Scotch. Don't let anyone tell you other wise. Bogie is a Legend. He is cool! The smart arse of Hollywood. He was about the acting,the craft! Not about the Star Image that many darlings tend to care about these days.
Long Live Bogie!
I'm finally alone. My incompetent, imbecile, fool of a father is no longer talking at me through my door trying to make my watch The Faculty, selling it to me by saying its got lots of famous people in it.
"Dinah, look. Look. Look. Are you looking? "
"I'm busy!" My back is turned because I'm using the microwave , I turn around and glance over at the rental DVD which he is still holding like some prized trophy.
"See, see, look, that guy from the lorn of the rings is in it. Lijah wood". He continues to point to the faces on the cover. "he's famous, she's famous, he's famous, they are all famous, a lot of famous people in this movie!"
gee famous people in movies! That's a first. And is that Usher on the cover? Its got to be an awesome movie!
(silence)
I continue, staring blanky and stunned in disbelief and his futile efforts to win back his daughter's attention.
"You aren't interested? You don't like these sort of movies do you?"
By Jove, he's got it!
"I know what you like! You are into those old movies aren't you? You like Bogart? The African Queen?"
"Yeah, I would like to see that, I think he got nominated and won an oscar for that..."
"He was married to that girl in the movie wasn't he? I thought he was married to her."
"No, That was Katherine Hepburn, and no. He had four wives and he was married to Lauren Bacall!"
"Four wives! Four Wives! He had Four wives? I can't believe it!"
He was probably thinking all at once.
****
Lately I've gotten into a bit of a Bogie obsession. I find myself gravitating to all things Bogie or Humphrey Bogart related, including reading Lauren Bacall's biography and that of Bogie's alleged lover Verita Thompson. Its as if I am some crappy, asteroid- rock, moon who got pulled into orbit by some Huge Bogie head shaped planet in space.
But it's cool. I totally feel like one of the cool cats now. Like I could go around calling girls broads and drinking Scotch. Don't let anyone tell you other wise. Bogie is a Legend. He is cool! The smart arse of Hollywood. He was about the acting,the craft! Not about the Star Image that many darlings tend to care about these days.
Long Live Bogie!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
How to cook a Chicken
In the case of extreme heat, many people find themselves in inexplicable states. I think the weather becomes an overused conversation filler for people that have nothing else to talk about. I may filter into that equation dear reader.
After a scorching hot day yesterday which reached about 38 degrees celsius. (39 today zomgoshness!!)Since we couldn't find a decent way to cool down( without spending cash) ,my boyfriend and I filled a shallow bath in which we sunk our feet and played guitar.
Today, we strike back with force. This morning when I stumbled into an unnaturally dark living room, I had found the windows covered in aluminum foil. My fathers doing. This will do one of two things:
a) hopefully cool us down by reflecting the suns harmful rays
or
b) cook us in our juices, leaving us to the same fate as many varieties of poultry
whatever it does, I really hope it doesn't foil our plans to keep cool...
(ehehheheh .... shoot me!)
After a scorching hot day yesterday which reached about 38 degrees celsius. (39 today zomgoshness!!)Since we couldn't find a decent way to cool down( without spending cash) ,my boyfriend and I filled a shallow bath in which we sunk our feet and played guitar.
Today, we strike back with force. This morning when I stumbled into an unnaturally dark living room, I had found the windows covered in aluminum foil. My fathers doing. This will do one of two things:
a) hopefully cool us down by reflecting the suns harmful rays
or
b) cook us in our juices, leaving us to the same fate as many varieties of poultry
whatever it does, I really hope it doesn't foil our plans to keep cool...
(ehehheheh .... shoot me!)
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