winter sunrise part 02

i coundnt help my self.
when the sun rose today and all the lovely fog was staying i had to get out and get into it. again.






enomis.

[mine]

white christmas sunrise.

I decided i was going to get up really early this morning and find the perfect sunrise. vancouver fogs up like an old british industrial revolution, and the sun rises onto the beautiful north vancouver mountains like a cotton candy summer dream.

blogTO mentions darling!

we are all the way at the bottom, and no photo is provided, but we are there!
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PULL SHAPES.

i came across this UK based site. they collect images with triangles in them, interesting, and thoughtfully done.
you can go to them [and submit] here> www.triangletriangle.com

and,

HEX,
a collection of amazing videos, from the same people.

Seven from Fever Ray on Vimeo.

you can go to them here> www.hexagonhexagon.com/

thanks jarrod, nerds are better.

last night was our staff christmas party. It was the first time I partied with most of my co-workers. I guess I felt like I had something to prove. New girl, slightly older and seasoned, nearly a decade spent in urban metropolis Toronto, Ontario and all I ever talk about is my new obsession with boys. These people have been listening to me run my mouth for 3 months now, I owe them a good time. And a good time was had by all. However, what I enjoyed most was not the myriad of christmas cheer we all consumed at dinner, and then at natasha's, and then at grace gallery or finally at the after party, I enjoyed the homage to the modern nerd.

Inevitably in a conversation with me talk will turn to one nerdy subject or another (if you are lucky I will spare you the star wars trivia; my dominance is starting to get old). After a lively conversation about Patrick Stewart spencer says 'strange how being a nerd is so popular right now'. Exactly why I used to get drunk and then challenge all the 'band wagon betty's' to a star wars trivia face off, there are so many new arrivals in the world of super nerd. Of course this pisses me off, there is always the un-comfortable question, are you just saying this because you know it is cool? There is no way to tell. the Picard research took 4 minuets on wikipeidia and the visual education was a night of surf the channel and joints.

I blame irony, old faithful servant of the post modern revolution. I guess it is the direction we are going, what is the opposite of really cool? Really dorky. Lets all watch 'Dark Crystal' and then have a discussion about Luna Lovegood's profound importance in Harry Potters final book 'Deathly Hallows'. When someone says they prefer 'Empire' to 'Jedi' I am not convinced it is because 'Empire' has the best love scene of all time (Leia: i love you .. Han Solo: i know) or because everyone knows 'real fans' hate Ewoks and loath the main stream success of 'Jedi'. The truth is I LOVE Ewoks. Why? Because I was 4 when I first saw Star Wars and I wanted to live in a tree fort with all the bear magicians.

I grew up cut off from society. My only connection to the outside world was the special occasion (every couple of months) when my parents would dust off the tv, plug it in, rent a VCR and then let us watch one of the 5 movies they did not consider demonized. Disneys 'one hundred and one dalmations', 'the man from snowy river', Star Trek 4 'the voyage home', Star Wars 'Empire' and 'Jedi'. Why these 5 movies made the cut I will never know (especially since star wars is FULL of hooky religions and sorcery). I grew up with no friends, very little social skills and a profound love of Robert Jordan novels. But this is not a manifesto for my nerd queen authority. This is actually a thank you venture. And what I am thankful for is the main stream recognition. Being smart is cool, knowing the lame fantasy scenarios from our collective past is nostalgic and relevant and kind of sentimental, and once you get to this point you have me. You have me at hello, because i am a nerd, and i am all about the zeitgeist of this revolution. Yes, I like Battle Star Galactica and I am never going to pretend it is because the 'writing is really good' its because i like to watch things blow up in space and then complain that nothing explodes in a zero oxygen situation, (it implodes) and everyone knows it. I just want to be the first person to point out that i know more then a writer that has made his career bringing sexy robots to life. He knows I am watching for the fantasy and not the accuracy, he also knows that I am an insufferable know it all and relish the chance to tell someone just how clever i am. And i am clever, i know i am, because i am a nerd and being a nerd is really cool right now.

haw-lin M O O D.

haw-lin collects things.
http://haw-lin.com/

the emancipation of mimi [aka single white girl gets ready to justin timberlake]

last night was chelsea's social debut.
We gathered around the living room, legs folded in the pleasant evening way, glasses of wine and porter tenderly sipped between awkward glances. We giggled and fixed our hair, pampered our memories of boys and fixated our hearts on the future. Our budding little girl careers hanging in the horse blinders; so near in reach that all we would have to do is stretch our slim and shapely hands towards the goal and clasp our prize. There it is we shout, give us more we cry, set us free.

Everyday I get ready, i wash my face, clean the sleep out of my eyes, pucker lips and pose in front of my bedroom window 'look at me commercial drive, i am ready to go'. The ritual of new beginnings is the champion of my life. The everyday routine that brings comfort in whatever crazy stage of life I am currently slaying. I am slaying the self discovery stage. I have accused many boys of 'lone man syndrome', the never tied down, sirius black, han solo, keith richards, character that stays cool forever. Men's, men. Guys for other guys. However, as I get ready every day I feel the teenage glee of the lone woman, the big girl in a big city, carrie bradshaw 'has it all' and always looks fabulous character of my New York, Paper magazine fantasy. Maybe i want to save the galaxy today, kiss the boy tomorrow and then ride off into the sunset. The self discovery of this grand POP epiphany is the lone woman inside me.

I am a new girl in a town I moved to alone, sight un-seen. Everything is new. The communal nature of my day job leads me to lunch with strangers. Friday my break and the lunch of our local 'silver fox' collided into a table for three shared by two. So inevitably we chat. He asks me why i moved to Vancouver I say 'to find myself', so far, standard questions, predictable answers. Then he says 'what have you learned so far?', i say 'I sell my self short and then wonder why i dont have what i want. Im not going to do that again'. POP. Believe when I say, I want it that way.

So there I am three days later, the party is dark, the disco ball is ironic, the space is abandoned, the dj is totally hot, the people are well dressed and the music is shaking my hips in a slow rotten taunt. I have been to this party a million times. Everyone has an ironic beard or jeremy fish inspired sailor cap folded to be just too small for their defiant little low brow heads. I hate them. How am i supposed to fit in, in a world of morons. This no longer appeals to me. The fact is it never appealed to me, i just think i want it because so many other people have wanted it and the desire comes so easily. What i want is emancipation. I want to believe. I want to believe that this is it, that I am not going to do anything again until i believe it like the sad POP fool of every heart breaking song ever written. Bring me home John Lennon, i am ready to imagine again.

i build walls.

[mine]

alison scarpulla.

dear allison, you are amazing.
click!

kyle bean is cool.

unfortunately kyle does not let you have the embedded version of this.
click!
his stuff is really neat.