loves of our lives emma and megan have moved away from me and alex, back to edmonton.
and it is the worst.
except!
it isn't all the worst because it has inspired us to create a shared tumblr blog, emma and me, for all our jokes. and gosh darn it, i love jokes with emma, and i love tumblr blogs.
so you can keep an eye on what is jokes at:
you're welcome.
also, don't worry, we - the ladies be drinkin - have all been having dreams about eachother on the reg. because this damned giant country can't keep us apart, not in our hearts and in our sleep-brains!!!
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Thursday, January 8, 2015
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
the review
alright kiddos.
2014.
a tricksy year.
see, on a global scale: it was not good. and i'm feeling that weight. my belief in the goodness of humans, on a grand scale, has been really shaken. and i worry, i fear. but we've talked about that a lot on here. so i'm going to walk away from that for a moment. for this here end-of-year look-back.
because on a personal scale 2014 was kinda kick-ass-inest. my own world: it was real good.
family time and travel was like whoa.
my bestie had a baby.
my sister got a married.
my roommate graduated law school like a total rockstar.
my nephew was old enough to have his first *real* grimas.
THE OLYMPICS HAPPENED!
i turned 30 and can confirm that being 30 is the best.
my birthday cake was beyoncé-themed and there were black balloons everywhere.
i saw robyn again!!
i learned i can run pretty fast when i feel like it.
i got a new job.
i bought an imaginary space that will one day not be imaginary, but will be a home that i will live in.
i met a really amazing new lady-friend. famjam was born.
then i met another super spectacular new lady-friend and famjam went next level.
ladies be drinkin was a constant source of joy and baking.
my bookclub got more and more feminist.
jian ghomeshi got dragged out into the light and seen for the sack-full of disgusting jackass he is.
my dog made so many jokes.
i re-connected with two women who i have known so long, and who feel so much a part of my heart and soul i can barely stand it. we looked at the adult women we have all become, and we said: yes, i like this person so much more for the dark bits and the unsure bits and the pain and change and time.
i saw scotland again.
i saw my parents in their new home and new world, which is exciting and full of love and jokes (and soaker bathtubs).
we lost someone. far too soon. and it blew through us and left us ragged. we did our best to hold each other together, to hold each other up. we miss you, mav.
and then there was the culture.
best books:
* the flamethrowers - rachel kushner (on art and independence and revolution)
* swamplandia - karen russell (on siblings and dampness and fear)
* the year of magical thinking - joan didion (re-read, but still a top-fave - on living and grieving and light)
* the elegance of the hedgehog - muriel barbery (on the ache and the void)
* the collected short stories of lydia davis (pure beauty and perfection)
best films:
* lucy (on insignificance and humanity and feeling everything)
* under the skin (on being a woman)
2014 officially goes to scar-jo. oof, wow. thank you.
best music: well that'll get its own post. there's a playlist a'comin.
so that's where we will leave it. 2014. goodbye.
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being alive,
edmonton,
family,
famjam,
feeling feelings,
home,
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karen russell,
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love,
lucy,
lydia davis,
muriel barbery,
rachel kushner,
supportive peer network,
under the skin
Friday, January 17, 2014
ff
THE GOLDEN GLOBES! were kinda often awful... aka when certain men were speaking about how wonderful and brave they are to be playing gay characters and/or trans characters... or that time when there wasn't anyone who wasn't white anywhere at all, wtf guys, wtf. i mean, sure. they were invited and nominated. but. not actually, you know, given anything. (okay, 12 years a slave won best picture, thanks be, but come on.) or HOLY FUCKING HELL, YOU ARE TELLING US HOW GREAT WOODY ALLEN IS FOR WOMEN, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! where i vomited on all the things, and renewed my deep and fiery desire to light the man on god damn fire...
BUT! the golden globes were also totally awesome to the max. like, above, whenever amy & tina were talking. and when emma thompson was shoeless. and when j-law was sneaks. heck. yes. ladies. you rule. and when gabourey sidibe was tweeting... and more. from the awesome ladies o' hollywood. the irreverence, it is making me maximum glads. if you missed, check. it. out.
happy friday, superstars.
BUT! the golden globes were also totally awesome to the max. like, above, whenever amy & tina were talking. and when emma thompson was shoeless. and when j-law was sneaks. heck. yes. ladies. you rule. and when gabourey sidibe was tweeting... and more. from the awesome ladies o' hollywood. the irreverence, it is making me maximum glads. if you missed, check. it. out.
happy friday, superstars.
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