wax accident. i decided to blow out the tea light with the melted wax liquid still partying on top. red everywhere. smooth. looks kinda neat horror show, some wax on the necklaces too. not as good as gill’s red nail polish explosion all over her white bathroom though, inside toilet too.
red morning. couldn’t manage to get one non-blurred out shot.
go get a pair then come over and we’ll play devil sticks in the backyard! there are 4 others, all smalls. don’t throw them in the dryer mom!
oh look i’m on mtv! trying to figure out how to rip this and upload to vimeo so i can embed it here. nerds help. (it also airs tonite at 6.30/11.30 if you felt like watching it on television for some reason).
It’s funny, I was thinking about how this Tao Lin guy; as far as my limited understanding of who he is and what he does, he reminded me of you. Except he has some published stuff in magazines (i have published stuff in magazines too), and lives in New York, and I think it’s mostly publications in New York that give a shit about his writing.
I remember reading about his books, never his blog(s?) and maybe an excerpt from the Shoplifting from American Apparel one and thinking…I wonder if Lauren knows this guy, and how I knew about you before I knew about him.
Seems like you’re both coming from the same family of writing (whatever that means). Also, I believe you guys are the same age.
Anyway, come and visit soon. Also if you know of anyone looking for a short term furnished room, let us know. $530+ hydro/free internets. Parkdale.
Regarding haters, Toronto eats its young. I’ve been here ten years (holy shit) now Lauren, and other than ****** it’s not working for me. You’re lucky though. You’re good at what you do and people flock, whereas, I’m good at what I do and people sporadically appear.
We’ve never really been able to create that sustained growing crowd (want to be our publicist? ). Still hit and miss, and quite frustrating. My favourite thing is, “Oh, I’ve heard of you guys”. Anyway, fuck it. Insert cliched Toronto not appreciating rant here.
There’s a high possibility of moving back to Vancouver. Help my mom out with my sister, healthier lifestyle, more time to write, etc. It’s crazy to think how young we were when we met.
wait’ll you see these babes in full-on action (pissed i didn’t take a decent picture of them last nite). so comfers cozy (appys!) they’re like pajamas. stoners are smart they’re like all i need to do today is put on pajamas oh bonus i slept in them, there, done. day complete. almost bought one of those hippie yarn beach shirt things, used to have one as a teenager. it’s all coming back in guys. sorry to break it to ya.
which one did i pick? (they coil to your wrist, so elfin forest princess lord of the rings live action role play awesome).
now i miss woodstock. go visit grasshopper imports and buy your dad a tie-dye shirt. or a pan flute. 1134 Hwy. #6 North, RR#2 Hamilton, Ontario – Phone: 905-689-4079 they’re so nice there too. i’ll be going back in the summer to play some hack, maybe some devil sticks who knows, eat a soy burg. whatevs. there’s a HUGE property out back, markets, hippies for acres. go have a nice weekend drive. worth it alone to take photos in front of the wall.
i’ll put up the rest of my pics later though if you want a sneak-peak now here‘s the set.
had a meeting yesterday at the hyatt with a book agent. yeah that’s right muhfuckers. dressed like a pilgrim with wild animal hair for it, why front right? maybe i will start dressing like flava flav. felt good about the meeting.
i realised i had missed the city maybe a little when i got up to leave. i think it’s an advantage being away from it though, in terms of writing. why do people living in the city want to read about other people living in the city? their lives are pretty much exactly like everybody else’s. why do i care about you bettering your urbaneness over there when i’m trying to do the exact same over here? i will go back to being angry and one-upping you now.
guy is good shit. funny. gets it.
looooove people watching at the hyatt.
love people watching period. but especially up there.
apparently i look to be ten years older than the age i “claim” to be.
a HUGE chunk of red chicken fell out of my mouth nearing the end of this thing, they took it off the bill. that wasn’t my intention at all i just wanted them (experts) in the kitchen to look at it and tell me if it was raw or not. in case i barfed the world last nite they decided to cover their ass.
huge beer stein much? 32 oz. a fuck rush hour prancing pony pint.
thinking about h&m.
went to the red rooster on a whim and look who should be there, holly and gang hey dewds what’s up? sorry had to bail the guy right before you needed to be set on fire. eyebrows waxed, MAKEUP, he looked like jonathan taylor thomas plus corey haim and he kept hornily shaking his guitar and singing songs about banging his girl and being in love and so on. wife beater, fake ‘n bake tan, spiked up hair that looked painted on. the comedy just wrote itself. oh yeah FREEDOM SCARF in the original colour style, black/white. i didn’t take a photo why?
Hey raymi,
I read the Gossip Folks thing and all the comments. Unfortunately I lack just enough motivation to sign up to comment, but I wanted to point out (since it’s completely irrelevant now) that JK has a problem distinguishing between those he likes and those who have talent. He says you don’t have talent, that you post under pseudonyms or whatever that was, blah blah blah, and then finally he says well the bottom line is I met her and I don’t like her. I think all the flames made that quite clear. But he conflates hatred for you and non-recognition of your talent.
Everyone should try your life for a little while. Try to write a significant post every single day, with as much style as you do. Try to spell everything correctly and understand English grammar enough to play around with it. People like to overlook that you post something original every single day. Or you link to a video, you know, whatev. I think this point is not emphasised enough, and you should make it known when people say you don’t have talent: hey assholes, try it yourself. And don’t make spelling and grammar mistakes like 99% of the population. You will understand quickly enough the talent I have that you don’t.
Finally, your write-up seems very cathartic. As with everything you write, it was fun to read, and it’s nice to have your blog-life story in a nutshell.
I was going to put this in your comments, but then it seemed too long, so you’re getting this email.
Gossip Folks (not my title) don’t forget to “like” it (star it?)
a little blurb:
I was never allowed to say, “Guess what, I’M HUUGE!” (whether fact or fiction), you just don’t do that in Canadiana, and you don’t dare ever whisper of any intent of becoming so either. Then, if and when it happens, you still shut up about it lest you jinx it. When shit is flung, you have to pretend you don’t care. You must return from whence you came, no big deal zone. It’s so easy in Toronto to just dismiss everything and everyone. People fiercely love or hate something in Toronto. I am one of those somethings.
