Artist Interview with Lauren White
I posted it last night and I think it turned out pretty good. It sounds all “I’m the dispassionate media”, but my friends tell me it makes you sound smart and serious, so maybe you’ll like it. It’s just a “this is how it is” from a viewer’s take, so I hope you don’t mind that there’s not a lot of butt-kissing (although there is some of that, too).
Anyway, thanks again!
Aaron
Artist Interview with Lauren White
I posted it last night and I think it turned out pretty good. It sounds all “I’m the dispassionate media”, but my friends tell me it makes you sound smart and serious, so maybe you’ll like it. It’s just a “this is how it is” from a viewer’s take, so I hope you don’t mind that there’s not a lot of butt-kissing (although there is some of that, too).
Anyway, thanks again!
Aaron
THERE IS A LADY IN THE PARK RIGHT NOW WITH HER SON SHE IS WEARING AN ACID-WASHED JEAN JACKET FROM 1982 CIGARETTE IN ONE HAND POOR BLOND DYE-JOB KINDA GREY WHISPY LAYERED MULLET OTHER HAND IN HER POCKET LIKE SHE IS IN A MUSIC VIDEO AND SHE IS HELPING HER SON GET UP ONTO THE PARK WITH HER HAND THAT HAS THE CIGARETTE IN IT THIS IS AWESOME. SHE IS ALSO WEARING SHITTY WHITE SNEAKERS THEY LOOK LIKE REEBOK’S.
i love when peeps cannot let go of the rock and roll.
*update, she is still there and i just noticed she has a tiny black purse and it is diagonally across her chest, the strap, totally retro. there is a dude/dad in a suit at the park with his kids and i think the lady is sticking around cos she is trying to pick up.
howdy lauren,
yes sorry i was happy you emailed.
we have a friend here from the UK, he got here on Monday, doing the good old blogger meet up deal. it is pretty fun…other than meeting Miss604 and her husband at new years i haven’t met any bloggers and sure as hell haven’t had one fly in from England to meet us. these are things that happen to you not a wee vancouver blogger.
i am glad you liked your card. it was fun looking for pictures i thought you’d like.
i know you have some fantastic friends around you but it is just important to me i guess that you know that you are genuinely rad and special not matter how gay that sounds. there are so many jealous fucks out there they piss me off so much you deserve all the good things that happen to you. i hope you have the best birthday! 24 is a good age. i remember i really liked that year.
have a shot for me and rilah or two which ever
xo corinna
THERE IS A LADY IN THE PARK RIGHT NOW WITH HER SON SHE IS WEARING AN ACID-WASHED JEAN JACKET FROM 1982 CIGARETTE IN ONE HAND POOR BLOND DYE-JOB KINDA GREY WHISPY LAYERED MULLET OTHER HAND IN HER POCKET LIKE SHE IS IN A MUSIC VIDEO AND SHE IS HELPING HER SON GET UP ONTO THE PARK WITH HER HAND THAT HAS THE CIGARETTE IN IT THIS IS AWESOME. SHE IS ALSO WEARING SHITTY WHITE SNEAKERS THEY LOOK LIKE REEBOK’S.
i love when peeps cannot let go of the rock and roll.
*update, she is still there and i just noticed she has a tiny black purse and it is diagonally across her chest, the strap, totally retro. there is a dude/dad in a suit at the park with his kids and i think the lady is sticking around cos she is trying to pick up.
howdy lauren,
yes sorry i was happy you emailed.
we have a friend here from the UK, he got here on Monday, doing the good old blogger meet up deal. it is pretty fun…other than meeting Miss604 and her husband at new years i haven’t met any bloggers and sure as hell haven’t had one fly in from England to meet us. these are things that happen to you not a wee vancouver blogger.
i am glad you liked your card. it was fun looking for pictures i thought you’d like.
i know you have some fantastic friends around you but it is just important to me i guess that you know that you are genuinely rad and special not matter how gay that sounds. there are so many jealous fucks out there they piss me off so much you deserve all the good things that happen to you. i hope you have the best birthday! 24 is a good age. i remember i really liked that year.
have a shot for me and rilah or two which ever
xo corinna
lucy: man
theres a guy here more condescending than me
me: NOT POSSIBLE
lucy: i swear
me: how so
example
lucy: im so passive by comparrision
its his tone
his tone is out of control
me: give me an example
of a situation
lucy: just in the way he’ll go over to someones desk
with his coffee in one hand
nodding at what you say
but then just dismissing it with his voice
saying he’ll do something or fix it – with some kinda weird tone that implies it was all your fault and that he’s going to fix it for you
me: has he tried to do it to you
lucy: and right now he’s doing that to the guy next to me
and it’s like, the dudes job to do that work
its not a favour he’s granting
me: HAHAHA
what does he look like
lucy: he’s polish
very straight and pretty dry
condescending poles
thing is, there’s little left outside of that ego
he’s so full of ego it spills out all over you
me: yeah condescending types typically have nothing to offer
empty
what the fuck does he have to be egotistical about
how old is he
lucy: he’s my age im guessing
maybe a year or two older
me: i think i would get fired i dont think i would be able to bite my tongue
dude DO your job dont act like you are blowing me
lucy: no kidd
me: is he still there
lucy: no issue for me of course, because i have a decent ego, AND, my smile/nod/noProblem act
me: then you write about it secretly on the internet
and then i put it on my blog
lucy: man
theres a guy here more condescending than me
me: NOT POSSIBLE
lucy: i swear
me: how so
example
lucy: im so passive by comparrision
its his tone
his tone is out of control
me: give me an example
of a situation
lucy: just in the way he’ll go over to someones desk
with his coffee in one hand
nodding at what you say
but then just dismissing it with his voice
saying he’ll do something or fix it – with some kinda weird tone that implies it was all your fault and that he’s going to fix it for you
me: has he tried to do it to you
lucy: and right now he’s doing that to the guy next to me
and it’s like, the dudes job to do that work
its not a favour he’s granting
me: HAHAHA
what does he look like
lucy: he’s polish
very straight and pretty dry
condescending poles
thing is, there’s little left outside of that ego
he’s so full of ego it spills out all over you
me: yeah condescending types typically have nothing to offer
empty
what the fuck does he have to be egotistical about
how old is he
lucy: he’s my age im guessing
maybe a year or two older
me: i think i would get fired i dont think i would be able to bite my tongue
dude DO your job dont act like you are blowing me
lucy: no kidd
me: is he still there
lucy: no issue for me of course, because i have a decent ego, AND, my smile/nod/noProblem act
me: then you write about it secretly on the internet
and then i put it on my blog
i learned my lesson last nite i cannot drink so much anymore cos i do not eat as much as i use to therefore my body cannot take it holy SPINSVILLE. i didn’t ralph though, thank fuck. i crashed on the bathroom floor for an hour in a hundred different positions while cid tried to get me through the bottom crack of the door we totally made eye-contact, he tried to fit his face under the door so cute until there were three of him. i didn’t even drink that much well, sort of, if you consider the amount of food i ate. we went to green room and fil had the curry chicken and i had a couple bites but when he got to the very last piece it wasn’t thoroughly cooked, good thing i didn’t do the dickhead move and eat the last bite, usually i am a fan of that but i had my own bbq chicken to work through. anyway, on the bathroom floor i kept thinking about how delicious the green room curry is and i was trying to make the flavour materialize in my mouth but then i would feel really fucking nauseous so i would stop only to try and taste it again then i remembered the uncooked piece of chicken and figured oh great i have food poisoning the awesome just writes itself.
we are never eating at green room again, according to fil and i am depressed about it. 1. a beer cap was in his hot and sour soup 2. last nite’s chicken 3. we saw rats outside 4. i have seen mice countless times hanging out. sigh.
siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
i learned my lesson last nite i cannot drink so much anymore cos i do not eat as much as i use to therefore my body cannot take it holy SPINSVILLE. i didn’t ralph though, thank fuck. i crashed on the bathroom floor for an hour in a hundred different positions while cid tried to get me through the bottom crack of the door we totally made eye-contact, he tried to fit his face under the door so cute until there were three of him. i didn’t even drink that much well, sort of, if you consider the amount of food i ate. we went to green room and fil had the curry chicken and i had a couple bites but when he got to the very last piece it wasn’t thoroughly cooked, good thing i didn’t do the dickhead move and eat the last bite, usually i am a fan of that but i had my own bbq chicken to work through. anyway, on the bathroom floor i kept thinking about how delicious the green room curry is and i was trying to make the flavour materialize in my mouth but then i would feel really fucking nauseous so i would stop only to try and taste it again then i remembered the uncooked piece of chicken and figured oh great i have food poisoning the awesome just writes itself.
we are never eating at green room again, according to fil and i am depressed about it. 1. a beer cap was in his hot and sour soup 2. last nite’s chicken 3. we saw rats outside 4. i have seen mice countless times hanging out. sigh.
siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
