no motivation, zero energy

that's pretty much me right now. last night i went to bed at 8:00pm. more correctly, i passed out while re-reading e. lockhart's "ruby oliver" series of young adult fiction (that i adore more than life itself) huddled under an afghan in my freezing cold living room only to wake up an hour later with a crick in my neck and a cloudy mind. i managed to haul myself through the wet wool torpor that made my limbs and consciousness sodden and sluggish upstairs whereupon i announced to the dotytron in as pathetic a voice as i could muster that, "i don't feel so good" and then threw off my clothes and curled under the covers only to wake again at 6:00am this morning when the alarm went off.

on the plus side, i managed to pick up a whole new slew of paint chips for the dining room and they're much more promising. i just have to muster the courage to actually see my vision through and go a deep, dark, green-y teal/turquoise on the walls. 3 walls will be that colour and one wall will be white. technically, it's not even 3 full walls, as 1 of the walls has the archway into the living room and the other wall is mostly the window. do i have the nads to go dark, jewel tones in the dining room? stay tuned and find out!

anything has to be better than the namby pamby slightly too-blue/grey combo we have in there. ugh.

i've read a tonne of books lately, but i have no motivation to review them. i somehow convinced my academic book club (which i'm hosting - eek!) to read "twilight" by stephenie meyer. lol! we'll see how they do. there was some resistance but i'm like, ladies - let's find out what this is all about, shall we? having them come over in the second week of june is giving me a very fixed deadline to work towards in terms of getting the dining room ready. hopefully couch numero dos gets here in time, too. there's nothing like having a whack of people over to get your jazzed to get your house ready.

tonight we had dinner with the roomie at queen margherita pizza. i forgot my camera because forgetting things is part of my life at the moment and i've made peace with it. i have another opportunity to capture the chewy-crusted goodness on sunday as we're taking the supper club there. my capsule review is very favorable. they push the prix fixe on you but will allow you to order pizzas a la carte. some of the pizza topping combinations are lacking (plus one, libretto) but most hardcore pizza heads will tell you that pizza is ultimately about the sauce and the crust. the crust is pretty damn amazing. it's not as uniformly thin as libretto's but to me, has a more textbook correct brawny, puffy chew to it, with some nice char spots on the underside. it's more reminiscent of the naples-style pizza we had in florence (which i know is a locovore/slow foodist's nightmare, but i didn't go to naples, so suck it, aight?)

l'army couldn't make it so we ordered 2 à la carte pizzas and 2 prix fixe. first they brought out terrible, terrible bread. like, IGA generic "baguette" bread - tight, snow-white crumb, no flavour, etc. with olive oil and balsamic to make a slurry for dipping. i'm not particularly fond of dipping my bread in olive oil and balsamic under the best of circumstances and when it's crappy bread, i'm even less inclined. i don't know why they don't just send out pieces of their pizza dough - straight from the wood-fired oven.

one of our antipasti was sausage, red peppers and potatoes which is exactly as it sounds - fluffy skinless yukon gold potato chunks, big pieces of denuded fennel-flecked italian sausage and strips of red pepper in a jolly melange. this was very tasty. the other was buffalo milk ricotta with chopped pecans, cranberries, and honey. we all felt that the ricotta was delicious with the accoutrements, minus the honey - which made everything taste like honey instead of letting the milky sweetness of the ricotta shine through. plus, the cranberries provide a lovely sweet-tart counterpoint, you don't need the heavy, treacly hand of honey on a dish that delicate - throws the whole balance off.

when the pizzas arrived we passed slices around so that we got to try all four. the dotytron's pizza was the best - it had italian sausage, cheese, tomato sauce. the other fantastic thing about queen margherita is the sauce. full of pulpy, bright tomato flavour. i can't remember what the sauce at libretto tasted like. i got a vegetarian pizza that was okay, the roomie went off the rails and got a smoked salmon pizza with mascarpone that was pretty bad (but i don't really think a neapolitan style pizza place should even have smoked salmon pizza on the menu anyway), and we tried l'army's which had proscuitto cotto and olives. i will say the topping combinations at libretto are better - but again, i think if margherita dialed it back to just a few basic topping combinations, they would knock it out of the park. scrap the smoked salmon (ugh), don't do a vegetarian if you've already got the margherita, limit your topping numbers to 3. on the strength of the crust and the sauce alone, i think margherita has libretto beat.

libretto has a more extensive menu though, so they get points for that, but they're also in one of the most annoying neighbourhoods in toronto, so minus points. ultimately, margherita will win because they're a 5 minute walk from my house, they take resos, and no pizza in the world is so good that it warrants a 2 hour wait. and the crust and sauce at margherita are insanely good. you just have to pick your pizza judiciously. i think on sunday i'm going to go the classico route and order a margherita pizza - the pizza standard.

the prix fixe follows up your pizza with a salad, in this case a mixed greens with a honey drizzled pear. the dressing was pretty ace - vinegary and sweet at the same time.

we also split a dessert, "nonna's" tiramisu which apparently is ACTUALLY made by "rocco's" nonna. it was good - boozy and light. points off for the highly unorthodox whipped cream topping. additional points off for being a saucerfull of tiramisu for 7 dollars.

i'll post pics on sunday (if i remember to bring my camera).

here's an installment that we haven't had in a while:

roll call of awesome:

dan style's art prints - available here:




the world maps from these are things:


i love futura font. i think the aqua print would look great in the fatburger's room (or even ours), but we just bought this ork poster toronto print in black and white for the big wall leading up the stairs:

so i feel like the hyper-masculine black and silver one would go better with the colour story i'm developing there. i'm thinking black and greys against the pale-pale grey wall with some black and white significant photos hung with bulldog clips.

this light shade is pretty boss. it's also $950 (excluding delivery)

wylie dufresne. so awesome. we've been watching "top chef masters" and i just love his little face and his mannerisms and the fact that he uses thomas' english muffins in the deconstructed eggs benedict dish at his restaurant wd-50 because he says there's nothing better (and i totally agree - thomas' english muffins are THE BEST.) i think he's super-talented, inspiring, and still totally approachable, unlike cerebro weirdos like grant achatz.

fin.

some people find solace in an empty wall

...i am not one of them.

the wall that divides us from our neighbours is one big expanse of pale grey, completely unbroken, extending up into the second floor. i think the very size of it is daunting. it's hard to think of filling such a large, cool, clear space. you either have to leave it alone in its monastic spare tranquility, or make sure that what you put there makes sufficient use of the negative space to feel deliberate and planned. it's not the kind of thing where you put up one thing at a time - i feel like with that amount of wall space, you kind of have to have a plan, collate your materials, and execute...anything else would seem too jarringly odd to sit well for too long.

so...what to do? here are some idears:

origami letters spelling something out (shamelessly cribbed from design sponge). made from giant sheets of paper (so the resulting letters would be at least 8.5 x 11") possibly framed. i think if i didn't do our names (or aliases, rather)...i'd like it to say, "our house is a very very very fine house" or, "just suck the tit and go" (j/k!) i think hand-folded origami animals would be great on a kid's room wall.

i also love the idea of a cascade of embroidery hoops with all kinds of fun material stretched inside:




inspiration care of desire to inspire. i love this idea because i'm such a fabric/print junkie that it allows me to have an outlet for all the wonderful japanese quilting fabrics i don't have enough sewing projects for and that i'm constantly favoriting on etsy. incidentally, isn't that soft, clear, green-y turquoise perfect for a kid's room? and the slight variation on that colour with the red! love it. sigh. the problem with having a wee lil' house and too much inspiration is that you don't have enough space to implement all the wonderful colours/patterns/textures/eye candy that exists in the world. infinite beauty.

i wonder, if you were to count all the things that have the potential to make your heart thrum with joy, would that infinity be greater than the set of all things that can make your heart contract with sorrow? personally, i'd like to think yea.

my attempt to slip mathematical constructs like "infinity" and "set" into my everyday vernacular serves to gently guide us to today's book review, the comic "logicomix." this was oh so very very very good. such a wonderful little book. the kind of book you want to pick up and do a crazy dance with, clasping it to your chest in gratitude. it's such a little wonder! ostensibly, it's about the life of bertrand russell, mathematician cum logician. but it's about so much more! it's meta meta meta.

first, you have the story of russell's life, told by russell at a non-interventionist rally in england on the cusp of world war II. you also have the authors of the comic writing their attempts to tell russell's story into the story. several themes emerge: the tenuous line that divides madness and reason, the quest for truth, the genealogical history of logic as we know it, the nature of the quest, the frailties of language and the ontology of truth. through the course of his life (and with a little bit of creative license from the authors) russell meets and converses and takes up the work of all the great minds of his day: godel, hilbert, frege, wittgenstein...you can feel the excitement, inspiration, and paradigmatic earthquakes as these men grapple with the epistemic shift that shakes mathematics from centuries of axiomatic stability, as they try to ground mathematics in capital "t" truth. what is accepted and known suddenly becomes as insubstantial as smoke, dissipating under the scrutiny of the best minds of the time.

i was introduced to so many concepts, theories, individuals, given clear-cut definitions for terms that i've used but could never really explain - tautology, axiom, etc. the whole cast of characters were people that informed the work of the theory that i know, but that i had never come across before, because their milieu was distinct from the philosophers of the day - and yet, synchronous with their work.

this comic book is outstanding. one of the best examples of the genre - a seamless conjoining of form and function. would that all learning could be so addictive!

tonight for dinner i made this braised sausage, bean and greens dish...my friend C calls it "fake cassoulet." more correctly, i inseminated the dish and the slow cooker gestated it - incubating the warm, stewy goodness and birthing a melange of delightful aromas that suffused lil' ugmo and made the turning of key in lock at the end of a work day just that much more enjoyable. i added a bit too much water, so it turned out a little more soupy than usual, but no less tasty for it. it's a very simple recipe that i'll post (i can't remember if i've posted it before.)

a funny thing happened over the holidays, featuring little ze. there was a fairly large box left over after we finished divesting the presents of their red-green-white suits. miss ramona hopped in and i playfully boxed her up, saying, "okay! looks like we'll have to take this box out to the garbage!" she giggled inside, playing along as i closed her in and faked dragging the box out, on the way to the curb. little ze LOST IT. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" he shouted, using his little chubby hands to open the box as quickly as i was closing the flaps. "little ze," i said, "i'm just taking the recycling out." then he uttered the cutest, most heart-warming words ever: "BUT I'LL MISS HER!" he cried, which promptly made me stop pretending as the dotytron, my sister, and i looked each other in the eye, welling up internally. SO GOD DAMNED CUTE.

the other awesome moment was when he was (mis)directed to open a present by my mum, which turned out to be a piece of pink princess luggage. "what." "that's ramona's gift." lol! he was considerably more good-natured about it than miss ramona was upon opening a set of nerf dart-guns which were meant to be shared with her brother. the boyishness of the present resulted in tears.

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faux-cassoulet (braised sausage with beans and greens)

serves 4 (easily adaptable)

4 farmer's sausages (i used italian sausages without fennel from our italian grocers)
1/2 spanish onion, diced
minced fresh garlic, to taste
1 big spoonful of tomato paste
2 c. dried white beans, soaked overnight (cover with water and soak overnight in the fridge, drain and rinse before using)
2 sprigs rosemary
1 carton of grape tomatoes
1 big bunch of kale or swiss chard
4 c. chicken stock or water


- i stir together the beans, onion, garlic and tomato paste and throw that in the bottom of the slow cooker
- i add the rosemary and layer on the tomatoes
- i chop the kale or swiss chard fairly coarsely and pile that on top of the tomatoes
- i sprinkle the whole thing with salt and pepper and then pour on the chicken stock or water, put the lid on the slow cooker, and cook it on low for about 8 hours.
- you can't lose with this recipe...you can't overcook it, add too much water, or ruin it. it'll just either stay as a thick stew of beans or slowly morph into a hearty soup with big chunks of sausage. everybody's a winner!
- you can also add poultry pieces of duck or vary the meat as you like.

fin.

I WANT I WANT I WANT

all my complaints around berserker aside (an unavoidable pitfall when one has a large and disparate group of adult-ish friends, a zillion hobbies, demanding families, a mortal soul, and a tendency to submit to the intractable laws of time), i quite like the rhythm of 2010. work-filled, fulfilling days on the job, lunch-time strolls with dr. rei, home for a home-cooked meal, some yoga/physical exertion, paper-work/crafting/general house tidying, in bed by 10pm for an hour of reading, asleep by 11, and weekends free for more extensive home projects to tackle and socializing.

'tis good, yah.

tonight we're double-booked. first up is our friend bobes' band, elvis bossa nova's cd release party at the lula lounge. they're getting rave reviews and CBC fans will want to listen to their interview on Q with jian gomeshi next week. then after we're hooking up with hamcamp klik and peeping evil dee of black moon/da beatminerz at never forgive action at the drake underground (for the low, low price of $5 before midnight - hotcha!)

what fun! super-pumped for some dancing and rubbing shoulders with high schoolers (sure to come out of the woodwork for this), chief amongst them possibly-thrillingly!-the dotytron's high school ex-gf (the only significant gf of note [the supernova that is moi notwithstanding] in his illustrious career tangoing with the opposite sex.) plus, the usual crew will be there, the fox, ori, B & G, etc. evil dee should also be good...you know me, i know next to nothing about le hip hop but i likes to dance to it and we haven't been out dancing in some time. plus, black moon and smif'n'wessun are kind of the goosetang's patron saints.

dinner tonight was an attempt to clear out leftovers. i had leftover chicken noodle soup and an extra-stuffed croque monsieur. so tasty and comfort-food-yen fulfilling.

okay...things i want, aka

roll call of awesome:

currently, if you recall, we have this limited edition offshore records print above our sofa:

it's a little lonely up there...and it would be nice if the print was bigger, but it's hard finding stuff to flank it. well...i've decided that i'll probably move that print elsewhere and replace the above-the-sofa real estate with three of THESE gorgeous posters commemorating 2009 as the international year of astronomy, by graphic designer simon page:





LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. i love the cool, clinical, spare aesthetic and the muted, 70s colours. there are more...but these are the front runners. they come in a 13x19 size or a 18x24 - i'm going to cut out sheets of newspaper to block them out on the wall in each size to see which size would suit the space best. i think a grouping of 3 would be ideal. LOVE THEM.


this is one of the best halloween costumes i've ever seen for a child:

the colonel!



my fixation with paper-cut work is unabated. behold, the genius of helen musselwhite! i think my inability to have any patience for fine, precision-oriented detail work (no embroidery, paper-cutting, or elaborate cake decorating for me!) makes me appreciate people who can craft such stunning, intricate pieces all the more.

gotta bounce, kids.

fin.

in which the spirit of the season

escapes us (but is regained)

flash back to early last week - dinner is made, a stack of 50-odd xmas cards sits on the table, envelopes at the ready, return address labels printed at the UPS store, the annual newsletter obligingly waiting to be folded. i summoned the dotytron to sign and stuff cards. the dotytron: much aggrieved because we had just finished sending out the last of our thank you cards from the performance. as we plodded our way through them, tempers began to run short, glib phrases eluded us, we were forced to retreat to the comforting, bland pablum of stock holiday well wishes. "i don't know what to write!" the dotytron exclaimed, throwing down the pen in frustration. "just write SOMETHING" i hissed (need i tell you dear reader that i was well into what the dotytron calls, "monster mode"?), those are for our B-list friends ANYWAY." at which point the dotytron looked at me and the ironic weight of that statement settled into the vacuum of our ill-humour. lol!

the dotytron also said this past week, "they're not friends, they're just PEOPLE." ha!

the holiday concert dog and pony show is another thing that's turning us into miserable scrooges. poor dotytron's pedagogical philosophies and praxis are being trampled in the wake of turning miscreants into a cherub choir with non stop rehearsals and drills - all in the name of appeasing doting parents.

all i really want to do is be in my flannels and drink hot chocolate and mulled apple cider and eat warm cookies and hearty winter foods with my feet in sheepskin slippers and a ball of yarn by my side. the one thing the "where the wild things are" movie got right was how delightful it is to sleep in a pile.

so...s-dawg has been pestering us for the past few weeks to go see "the blind side." - every time we talked about what movie we were going to see, either over the holidays or at that particular convergence of the siblings, he was always pushing for "the blind side" while we were saying anything else: "up in the air" "the fantastic mr. fox" "sherlock holmes" "avatar" - thus, when i opened my email inbox yesterday morning the first thing i was confronted with was an accusatory email from s-dawg with a link trumpeting "the blind side"'s sleeper overtaking of "twilight: new moon" at the box office this past weekend and how we were all basically the worst people on earth for not trusting his sound advice! ha!

the xmas cards have been mailed...i've got 99.9% of my shopping done - i just have to wrap the last few presents. after this weekend both holiday parties with the dotytron's maternal and paternal extended families will be in the can and i can just REEELAX. my baking is 80% done...i just have to do a batch of salted caramels and a batch of cream cheese brownies and make 2 dips on saturday to bring to the party. i feel like i can relax. i'm going to put our new flannelette sheets on the bed tonight and our new duvet cover and i'm hoping i can coax the dotytron to go out skating after dinner so we can come home and drink hot chocolate and watch tv in the blinking glow of our xmas tree. i'm feeling pretty good! so the spirit of the holidays has been restored, as it always is, by the peaceful restful period that always follows in the wake of "monster mode." a little bit of (shrill) (tense) (snippy) pre-holiday pain for a lot of gain.

the moral of the story is: most of life's problems can be solved with the right bedding (and lists and preparation and sheer, iron-willed resolve and determination.) i'm a bedding junkie. i want as many outfits for my bed as i do for myself.

so i started a book club at work. the first book we read was joseph boyden's "three day road." this was a lovely, moving, deep, rich book - a perfect book club pick because it's the kind of book where as you start talking about the book, you pull a thread that connects to a theme and the whole story starts to tangle and unravel and wind itself in densely woven allegories and motifs that become available and knowable only through the discussion.

it's the story of two aboriginal boys, close enough to be brothers, one of whom returns from world war II, heavily addicted to morphine and is met by his aunt, who takes him on a 3 day canoe ride back to their home. on the trip, recollections of the war and his aunt's history are alternated and gradually laid out, trapping within the net of the narrative a greater examination of the residential school system, racism, the affects of war, humanity. it's a beautifully written literary novel - at once savage and sparse, meaty and elegant. i usually shy away from serious canadian fiction - the "canada reads" kind - not generally my cup of tea. come to think of it, heavy literary novels haven't been my cup of tea since like, undergrad. that's the good thing about a book club - it forces you to read things you might not otherwise.

after delving headlong into Serious Fiction...i ran out and grabbed sarah dessen's latest, "along for the ride" practically on the day it came out. what to say about a new sarah dessen that i haven't already said about her other works? this one was good, not as good as my two favorites, "this lullaby" and "just listen" and not as bad as the ones i don't like, "that summer" "dreamland" - it falls somewhere in the middle of the pack. by now there's a fairly predictable formula - over a summer, teenage girl going through Serious Stuff meets a boy who helps her deal with her ish, open up to her vulnerabilities, expand her horizons - they fall for each other, minor misunderstanding ensues, they resolve issues in the end with a greater understanding of kinship, friendship, family.

i know it sounds trite and predictable and pat. in the hands of a lesser author, it might very well be. but somehow sarah just gets the balance just right. it's moral and ethically sound but not preachy, cool without being totally outrageous and sensationalist like gossip girl, safe but not cliché, real without being too "this is the diary of a teenage drug addict." it's beach reading of the highest order.

the next book club book was andre dubus III's "the garden of last days." he also wrote "the house of sand and fog" which went on to become a film that was lauded in Serious Film Circles. this title was recommended by a woman in the group who abruptly left the group days before the group was supposed to meet - the way it works is the person suggesting takes "ownership" of the work and agrees to come up with some discussion questions, so we were a little loss leadered. this was okay. i found it a bit of a trial to get through. it documents the lives of variously seedy/lost drifter types of characters whose lives are vaguely interconnected because they orbit around a strip club frequented by one of the men who would go on to participate in the 9/11 terrorist attacks.

i mean, intellectually, I GET IT. depraved americans, for whom you feel pity and at once respect their earnest, blundering, well-intentioned ways. the humanizing of the terrorist, the way our lives are just babel-crash-amores peros - we're just fragile little beings so distant from each other, separated by race, history, culture, not knowing how alike we are in our futile, scrabbling, frantic, brief existences on this planet. i found it hard to sympathize with any of the characters and thus, to care. as the book club talked it out, we teased out what the author might have been getting at, but overall, it didn't go over very well.

by this point, we were well into my summer reading, and the next few definitely show it.

i couldn't get my hands on the newest installment in e. lockhart's ruby oliver series fast enough. i LOVE e. lockhart. sarah dessen is kind of a "good girl" writer. she writes about pretty typical experiences, the protagonists are nearly always tall, willowy white girls from solid middle class families, and it's the kooky best friend who is ever even remotely alt. e. lockhart writes about a more relatable high school experience from the true underdog's point of view - i can see myself in her high school more than in the ultra whitebread american one of sarah dessen's world. this book is like candy. i love how lockhart writes about ruby's parents, her friends, her reactions. i love ruby's pop-culture obsession and how she's so neurotic and flawed and imperfect and messed up and has really crackpot reactions to situations that make total sense if you've ever been a teenage girl. i love the footnotes - they're funny and not at all pretentious. i'm already salivating for roo number 4, titled "real live boyfriends"

okay that's enough reviewing for me today. the next ones coming up are doozies and then i went into a solid fall comic book phase which i'm only just now getting myself out of.


tonight for dinner we had perogies with onions and bacon and a spinach salad with avocado, shallots, toasted pumpkin seeds, and a maple-balsamic vinaigrette.

roll call of awesome:

the grain edit blog makes me beyond happy. i'm in love with everything on it. the current holiday giveaway they're sponsoring hepped me to all these amazing graphic artists/illustrators/designers.

the everything okay poster by mine. from the site: "This poster is the first in our series of art prints dedicated to exploring the OK-ness of things. It features 67 thoughtfully conceived pie graphs, each depicting a different statistic which may (or may not) be OK." the colours would go perfect in the living room, above my chrome rocker.

this print from wonder thunder. can you tell i'm super into acid yellow right now???


jez burrows work.

the "visible robot" print by brian flynn.

dora drimalas' work makes me yearn for infinite wall space.

lumadessa's whimsical, charming, graphic, blocky bird prints.


christopher lee's collection of beast prints.

this adorable print from christopher bettig/the mountain label - etsy shop here.

the "things i like" print from skinny ships/richard perez printed at valhalla studios, the same people who tad carpenter (designer of my cute hi! whale print) is associated with.

that's enough eye candy for one day! in another world, where i am rich and have miles of walls, i will have all of these.

fin.

so boring!

is my life boring? i feel like my posts lately have been boring. but guys, this is my schedule this week (fill in the 9-5 hours with work):

wednesday: knit club meeting at H's
thursday: ikea then dodgeball
friday: lunch with dr. rei, then dinner and "twilight: new moon" with the hamcamp klik and s-dawg
saturday: errands, house stuff, xmas prep then saturday night supper club meeting at L's house
sunday: brunch with A & C and then mebbe a haircut or MORE house stuff

THAT'S SOMETHING EVERY NIGHT/DAY. that's insane! i was SUPPOSED to do something last night too (have dinner at the ex roomie and l'army's pad) but i pushed back on account of the fact that yesterday wiped me the eff out with playing catchup at work AND coming back so late on monday evening. that didn't stop s-dawg from coming over late last night unexpectedly to a) clamor for leftover halloween candy and b) try to show me links on his facebook while i was studiously attempting to write heartfelt paeans to wedding presents.

p.s. DID I MENTION THAT THE MONTH OF DECEMBER IS ALREADY SHOT FOR ME?!??? seriously! why are the holidays so stressful?

in other news, on sunday morning, i woke up after having had blast-from-the-past dreams of my undergrad/raving years. sleepily, the first words i uttered to the dotytron were, "did you ever go to industry?" and he said, "no - what is it?" and i said, "it was a club - ed rush dj'd there, i guess you weren't o.g. enough" to which he replied, "WOW. you're starting off the day with an o.g. potshot?" lol! it still makes me laugh, because really, i am PRECISELY the kind of person to start my day with an o.g. potshot.

in other news - years of fiscal responsibility have gone crumbling in the wake of winter tires, home ownership, and generally trying to maintain a middle class standard of living. i am debt ridden. riddled with debt! swimming in debt! parading on a flotilla of debt! there's no point trying to buckle down in december - the new year will bring about a spartan, monastic existence of at home time and simple, homey pleasures that don't require conspicuous consumption. all in the bid to pay down our copious debt so that we can in good conscience go with hat in hands to the bank for more - to revamp the kitchen (and more!).

i'm surprisingly okay with this - if only because i'm not really paying attention? that must be it. i just blindly make payments and praise the powers that be for the invention of overdraft.

roll call of awesome:

these are things i'm loving, lately...

how ridiculously attractive is this family? seriously? are you for real? gabriel aubry is the tallest, coolest drink of water that the parched sahara of humanity has ever known. holy cats! i'm not usually big on celebrity babies, but nahla is adorable! is this weird? i just find the whole lot of them so aesthetically pleasing.

i recently bought this print for our hallway, because really - HOW MUCH DOES THIS LOOK LIKE ME WITH MY HAIR DOWN? lol! it's hilarious! the likeness is uncanny!

this print is going in our front hall. isn't it the cutest? i got it from tad carpenter, a graphic artist who does posters for musicians i loathe like conor oberst and block party. his art prints are adorable though and i love the colourful, vaguely retro, blocky style.

we got this print for the dotytron's room in blue and red, from brainstorm print and design.

fin.