Currently, the literature people have been fighting for prestige with the cultural studies people, even starting their own professional organizations, and, of course, both of these combatants disdain the rhetoric people, who are thought to be doing something vaguely "remedial" that the mayor or the governor or somebody should put a stop to--and probably will, if you live in New York, anyway.
-Robert Scholes. 2001. The crafty reader. New Haven: Yale University Press.

There's an apartment complex east of 109th and north of Whyte called The Branding Place. I'm not sure what the strategy was when coming up with that name.

This room is freezing.

"There's heartbroken and then there's all the stuff that comes each second after that, depending on who broke your heart."

Heartbroken isn't a thing. But you can point at it. He's living heartbroken. Heartbreaking.

"She is so eager to find herself fascinating."

My fingers are too numb to finish the mittens that would un-numb them. harumph.

Music in no particular order

look up the actual video on youtube. It's great.

I heart him.

I forgot the most important thing. Hopefully this will make you laugh as much as it made me laugh.



It's hilarious and creepy. He'll /never/ stop. My time is up! Ah!

But, for real... go listen to Bat for Lashes and Florence and the Machine and The Pains of Being Pure at Heart and John Vanderslice and Joe Purdy and The Maccabees and Badly Drawn Boy and throw in some Beach House.

Pictures I took over the past month and then forgot to post...

Lesley and I went to the park and then we stayed late and then we decided to attempt cartwheels.


and while we were cartwheeling, we were approached by three hilariously drunk Lebanese men whom we enjoyed making fun of, and then we agreed to pictures so we could show friends, except that drunken Lebanese man #2 decided he would take the opportunity to sneak-grope me...

If there had been a bit of warning, I would have protested, but it was a complete sneak-attack! Not cool, but also, kind of hilarious.

Then, a few weeks ago, David and I are heading west on Stony Plain Road when I notice this sign out of the corner of my eye...



And, given each of us regress to the maturity level of a 13-year-old around sexual innuendo, David immediately turned the car around and headed back to investigate.



First: gourmet dog treats? Seriously? Second: Why, when naming their gourmet dog treat and dog spa business did these managers figure that what would truly appeal to dog owners would be a reference to the method of fornication inspired by /named after their puppy's sex habits? Is it supposed to make one feel closer to his or her furry friend? "I hear ya Fluffy; nothin like a little lovin from behind" *snicker snicker* Ew. Seriously ew.

And finally, an environmental clothing campaign gone terribly wrong...





Can you see the room full of wired slogan-writing businessy people? Can you see the one leaping up with a cry... "I've got it! 'I'm reusable!' Yes! Yes!"

"Brilliant," they all cheer, "we'll have it printed and sent out in a week! We'll make millions!"

You'd think there'd be a system in place to catch this sort of thing. Consumer sampling? Perhaps review groups?