HI! God. I have missed blogging but I just couldn’t. I had to write an overdue thing (I have still 2 more other things to do but am taking tonight for myself to blog that’s that) and had been putting it off for various (and real) reasons and so if I blogged I’d be feel sheepish. Which sucks a little because I have found that blogging actually helps me do the things that I need to do because I get it out of the way, the nagging guilt bubble pops and then I can do the legit shit. Sigh anyway, here I am now and enough of the explanations.
I also had to go through these winners and try to figure out where I left off. I know I put some on my tumblr, I almost just blogged a bunch I already did weeks ago. God can you imagine that, two posts with identical pictures but wildly different captions and rambling stories? I bet you actually can imagine that.
This feels like a lifetime ago. It was I guess. There’s so much immediacy in the world and now now now news online that we don’t really talk about things that happened last week and no one cares at all after a month.
My hair seems so much shorter too. I don’t know if I posted this and it’s not even exciting, it’s just a, moment in time kinda thing.
We are on the way to Germany and this is going backward in time, it was my last day and it had that last day vibe all over it.
It didn’t snow once while I was there and it barely snowed in The Netherlands at all this winter, only in certain areas and only a teeny bit. Breaking weather records this winter, the mildest in centuries or decades.
Ah you can see a windmill in the mirror. I am so sick of winter and my dry hands, my lips are always dry – so dry it started bleeding at the mall the other day wtf thanks.
Car rides when you have a camera you just snap away.
Hmm. This was my last day, the Germany thing was my last-last day I dunno but this was my last day for real. Who cares ya ya but this was the last meal. I’m gonna make that its own post because I don’t want it lumped together with my boring car photos that I somehow stretched into 4 separate posts.
This is me right now btw see how quick my hair grows now that it’s not platinum?
Me today also. That shirt I bought is a bit (way) too big I felt like I was in a night gown. BRB with more!
It never ends well for addicts. It’s bigger than Miley, it’s big news that resonates and a major bum out. People care when celebrities (magnificent actors) die, because we have intimate and cerebral personal (fantasy) relationships with them more than others we know in real life. But more so because celebrities are 8 billion times more magical than people we know and like so why would anyone give all that awesome up and die for? That is the grief we feel when peanut galleries smugly chant, “who cares” blah bla etc. Guess what I care. I bet he was depressed huge time, had demons, tried to drown and silence them. Someone that talented just knowing it, and living life so recklessly is definitely crazed, out of control – right? People are affected by this. People go mad in the winter. They go too far.
Anyway, to say something positive about his life and talent would be inconsequential in comparison to his brilliant mystique IRL. I enjoyed catching up on my Philip Seymour Hoffman films this summer and was actually in the middle of a bit of summertime sadness when I watched his 2010 indie weirdo cult bummer classic entitled JACK GOES BOATING. Then I watched the wonderful, beautiful a late quartet – a drama, showcasing the depth and range of his emotions. He punches someone out in that film. The Master was great of course and movies are great because at least we have that.
Just look at that face, that sad face. How delightful is that in an actor. It so is. He’s real. A real inspiration also.
Death is scary, the older we get the more death surrounds us. It is sobering. Maybe it’s good to all clean up our acts?
Anyway, Philip Seymour Hoffman – you were really fucking cool and surely will be missed, nor forgotten. It’s touching to know how saddened people are by this in a really emo way. A close family friend’s father passed away on the weekend as well, someone I have fond childhood memories of and my Papa recently died too, and I miss my bf like crazy, and it’s winter, blah. Life is heavy sometimes man. RIP. You just gotta pay tribute where it’s due here’s to you.
I know you’re not in this part of the flick but your presence added to the overall vibe of this movie that I loved very much.
Not to mention, that hat, hair, scarf and figuring out Matt Damon’s trickery!
I uploaded this late last night and forgot about it. Just an example of the crap I send to my bf. And it is called Rocky is busy because that’s what my dad said to the neighbourhood kid once (who cut our lawn) when he came by to see the cat.
Happy to receive your response. Please permit me a sentimental moment.
In a way I have grown-up with Raymi The Minx. I first came across your site in the early 2000s. At that time I was living in Halifax with my boyfriend (now husband), studying at DAL, and following Matthew Good’s political and cultural commentary online. One day he referenced you in a post and I clicked the link he provided. Your page has been bookmarked on my browser ever since.
Initially I was a fan of your creativity and style. But I have been inspired, and remained loyal, because of the resilience, strength, and audacity you have demonstrated while sharing your life journey.
For over two years I have been an oncology/palliative health care worker. It is a challenging, heart-breaking, and rewarding career. Though there are days when I feel numb to all the emotions I encounter, there are other days when I feel it all: grief, joy, remorse, love . As cliché as it sounds, my job has been life-changing. It is a constant reminder that life is unpredictable.
That is why I am sharing all of this with you. You have given your readers so much over the years, yet I assume many readers, like myself, have mostly remained silent in the comments section. So I’d like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude; it has been a privilege to read/view your work.
Now that that’s said, on to business. I have no idea about painting prices, so I’m going to bid ******.
I live in Toronto. If you don’t want to ship it I could pick it up somewhere. I’d also love to buy you a coffee or a drink, or at least shake your hand. But if that’s not your thing, that’s cool. I won’t be offended.
Nicest email award! Ok lets set up a meet and drink and art deal then! That price totally works for me too, good bid .
Gosh, the internet is full of amazing people yeah? Not just people who are full of it. I love hearing about the lives and histories of my readers.
Btw I forgot to blog-mention about the tv people who wanna meet me. I hope weekends are good for them.
I’m up for the 2014 Canadian weblog awards in 3 categories also and they are Lifetime Achievement (I still haven’t won that little bastard yet), Life (nor that) and Travel (a new category for me!) so in a year we will know the outcome of that.
I am done wiping the dust off of my shoulders meow.
Can’t keep livin’ in the past booboodoodoo’s so here’s some current. New bathroom, it’s not legit pepto pink and the maroon offsets nicely, great shower. Golden. HA.
Les kitchen. You’ll see the rest once we’ve unpacked.
Last night went out to eat with mom to kick back finally after all this moving stress was over. I was looking forward to sleeping in on this glorious snowy Saturday but at 6:30am I was awoken with the worst cramps ever. Great thanks. I’m still feeling it now (it’s 2:10) eurrrg.
But anyway, dinner was delicious. I didn’t want anything social but we had a good spot right in front of the kitchen line and chefs prepping cooking plating and sending. My mom took a million pictures.
This guy was entertaining to watch.
I was all about the food. Moroccan chicken stuffed with tomatoes and some kind of cheese I forget. Rubbed potatoes were excellent. We shared a breasoala salad as well.
I keep coming across all the ridiculous things of my life while moving, unpacking. Memories.
I want to get rid of all my paintings so they don’t spoil in storage. This can be claimed. When I get rid of them I will start painting new ones. I already have a piece lined up for commish. The back story of this original quote I painted and made up is, I forget, but it came to me and instead of tweeting or blogging it I painted it. Yes. I stamped it. Stick that in your bonnet.
The back is one of my favs too it’s legit, a stretched canvas with back wire for the ultimate hang and comes with this wonderful wood frame. Put it in your ungrateful teenage hipster daughter’s bedroom or your dickhead dad’s den! XO RLW.
I hope you appreesh these ones because we’ll be going back to Amsterdam or whereverlands next, I still have a lot and there’s nothing you can do about it. Who is watching the Supes Bowl tomo? Where? I have bets placed again haha YOLO. The whole office does and there is no way to control the numbers or picks.
My room is coming together, great big window. View of lake. You might get sick about me talking about the view.
Terrified Rocky. He clung to me. He still is all mixed up, hides, appears for a hang, for more clinging then hides again amidst the box labyrinth.
No mo selfies in this mirror. Bittersweet. Change is good though I suppose.
I bought these for someone and they didn’t care I suppose, it’s fine. They say that when you buy gifts for others you’re really buying something that you’d want yourself. These live at work now with me and we are 1/10 through colouring in the hello kitty drawing on the xmas chocolate box from my secret Santa. I am very adult.
When it gets a bit milder I’ll wear this some day. Vintage power suit. I’ll have to start chewing toothpicks and resting them in a glass ashtray as well.
I went shopping and was bored by it after buying one thing, then struggled through underwear. I was coming down with something unbeknownst to me. This is a Jay Manuel. My wardrobe of flowery, bold, understated print ranging to hipster metro is expanding. My bf’s closet of work shirts is impressive too, many crazy prints and they go all out with the colours too where pink is the manliest of all. I wanted to go shopping today but snow storm period lazy. Maybe tomorrow before the super bowl…. What time does it start dear diary?
Me and my rock and roll popple (bro got the electric blue one of that) and my bumble lion from the show the wuzzles. My hair was braided because the next day something important was going on, no wait this was actually Christmas morning and braiding was the crimping for the peeps who kept it real in the 80′s.
Last Sunday. Mom left the keys at Earls, but after searching for them in the wet snow and no scarf that was enough for me. My immune system cannot deal. When we went back for them I was like lets just stay for one more drink. I seriously just work, go home and work and am fine with only “doing something” on weekends to a point but there hasn’t been a chance for anything-but during this moving period so maybe now I will get a life?
Best salad ever. That’s only half of it. This is the year of the big salad. I hope we get Chop’t here.
I put left over dye in my conditioner bottle. #gangsterish
Burrito bowl whaaaaaaat.
Guess it’s a good time to bust out that new ice tray.
Goodbye view. Just want to tell you that the view here right now is so totally worth it. So writerly inspirational. Thx bye.
Going backward through time my photos get lighter.
I am super stressed about packing right now and 100% living in the past as a coping mechanism.
Whatever, at least I don’t have to think I can just scroll through the pics one by one that I uploaded in Holland.
Disco parking lot lights ooh behave Germany.
I took this picture specifically for you guys to see how words look like on signs there. Okay, we got garages.
So grand. Where’s Taylor Swift when you need her?
Super into it btw no shame. Love a build ballad. Oh yeah, and was she head banging too or something?
WHAT’S UP JUNGLE BOOK BAR!
Bye again you vision of amazing.
Jut a great looking place yeah.
We drove through the longest curvy-wurvy street of an awesomely pepto bismal pastel rainbow colour palette dreamscape, trying to find Zentrum. The core, center of the city. It is like Munchkin Land + a bit V for Vendetta style.
It reminded me of Portobello Rd and henceforth market, like an uber souped-up Kensington market what with the rows of connected housing all different colour painted. A rainbow road effect. So f-ing cool and Europe.
More of that accident we passed.
Accident signs. Good call? Yeah I think so.
Peace gotta go pack the stress monster is after me!!!
What else do you do on a longish road trip from Nederland to Deutschland on your last night in Europe in farm country? SELFIES.
Hi pals. Your favourite weirdo is here again, continuing onward with my pics from abroad. Here we are in Germany. These gloves are a little MJ no?
Long distance relationships are intense. A lot depends on them. Though it somewhat feels like depending on a ghost, you don’t quite believe it yourself. When they randomly say certain things that help solidify your vision of the future you’re like, oh really? Really. It’s nice to have a backbone. I mean, it could be just so easy to be alone and “wait” or, I don’t know. It’s just really great to have love period. It is also whimsical to be with your love in Europe. Everything is heightened. Demanding. There’s no bullshitting. In the dating world, there is a lot of bullshitting. When you’re on the other side of the fence of that, it is appreciated.
I felt like a different person in Europe too. Like I looked different? I didn’t care, but cared in a different way. One thing I think is, if we are going to stay together and marry, have kids, how are we going to do that with me working here and him there? It’s a thing I don’t obsess over but am for sure aware of. Women have windows. TMI whatevs, assume half the people who visit here just skim anyway.
Okay I’ll stop headcasing now. Lets check out my experiences!
Lots of horses and cows, sheep, etc are seen in the area of Holland and Germany where we reside and eventually becomes a so what thing. But here, no, you do not see a gorgeous show pony every other property you pass by. I told people at work I milked cows, they believed it lol.
Happily, he captures the idiot moments too where I demand a photo opp but don’t know how to rock it yet.
Each town/desty you go to is like this. Magnificent. Not in your face, but, kind of. We’d have like one of them back home (The Distillery). Do not take the Euro design, oldness, zoning, anything for granted because once you go home it’s so different. You will develop a keen eye when watching movies placed in Europe and kind of weep.
What is this? I don’t know but take my picture in front of it.
The smell of his pipe stunk up the entire section of this euro labyrinth of shoppes so much so I took a sneaker picture. Then we smelled him half hour later somewhere else. SO obnoxious. Don’t get me started on cigars or pipes.
That’s my monkey.
That’s, German merchandising store-fronting.
And shoes. Do these look particularly Euro to you, or whatever? Can’t tell after some time.
He tried to get us to have a snack and I declined because I wanted “real” dinner but, we should have in hindsight because we wandered around and around for awhile, lost, trying to find the best place. Fungry.
Guess what COORS!!!
Well, if you’re gonna buy diamonds…
Being in Germany, two days before you are leaving, as the sun sets… feelings.. This picture is my desktop bg now. Okay that’s all for now I’m toasted. I wrote this last night. Bye now.
Hi Canada! Let me show you my new little friend, partial mega (and growing) addiction called Next Issue Canada. You know Netflix? Well, it’s like that and the app is actually F___ING amazing. Yeah, legit. Allow me to walk you through now kay seen>>>>
So, first lets pick out what we wanna read. Speaking of “read”, check what is written at the top so you’s know what’s going on in this crazy mixed up world! Ipad couch internet combing marathons comprised the majority of time spent maxin and relaxin whilst in Europe. 1. I was super informed and 2. a well 6 hours ahead of you. It makes you arrogant.
Top left, there’s ma girl now I’s just gots to knows some more.
Here’s a little bit more info for you because they are just so nice. There’s no need to hoard your magazines, or clutter, no nonsense. I really like it. A total treasure.
Every page is a new painting in your hands. Bye bye paper.
Now, I love a good blog but now we’ve got a serious run for our money again as the old media adopts digital. I think both genres can tread, deliver definitely and besides, are magazines not publications unto themselves forever more. The originators. “Gazettes” if you will? They are titans and I think they should be honoured, and thus they provide top notch entertainment for the “new world”, as in digital.
Now here’s the money. It’s the Netflix of magazines and magazines are the movies of print. Everybody wins. If your favourite starlet is doing well BLAM she’s in every glossy rag.
Not to obsess or anything but it is refreshing to read print that you haven’t already read before on Buzzfeed, Jezebel, dailydot, reddit, etc. and those are the things you only discover in magazines, that you pay for. The internet is free and therefore cheap so we get cheap thrills. But magazines are subscription based or you buy one, in print, which negates the whole anti-clutter thing blah blah environment (though it is fact)… and further more I love it you should try it and it’s free right now for 30 days, sign up and then un-sign up if you hate it simple as that, just download it guy you will not be disappointed! xoxo.