Aprons Are Officially Cool
Bollocks. Alastair contacted me last night to inform me that our Friday shindig, the U of T Saints & Sinners Club 1940s-themed Comic Book Villains Ball, has been canceled due to lack of interest! Fucking tragic. As always, I have tried to find the silver lining in this situation: given the recent popularity of comic book films, I was beginning to doubt my authenticity as a self-perceived lover of "niche" culture. I guess this puts me firmly back in the land of obscure and unappreciated passions. At least I had not yet wasted money on renting a costume at Malabar, so I can channel those funds into acquiring totally frivolous gaming systems. Or, I guess, pay off my credit card.
In other news, I've succumbed to the evil influence of starfishchick and am reading Nick Hornby's two novellas about his reading habits, 'The Polysyllabic Spree' and 'Housekeeping vs. the Dirt'. The excerpt from Anton Chekhov's collected letters at the end of the first book had me laughing under the covers last night at 1am. Damn, these are a good read. Relaxed, self-deprecating, insightful, funny and conspiratorial in a "we're all readers here" nudge-nudge, wink-wink kind of way.
Next up on the block is Michael Chabon with 'The Final Solution', which themusesbitch should click on just so she can see the cover art. Given my impending 5 hour flight to Vancouver and then the 13 hour flight to Hong Kong, this is shaping up to be a seven-book month.
I ran like a demon last night. I actually thought I was going to sprout horns and a tail, I was going that fast: achieved peak speed of 7.5 (translates to about 4.5min/km) on the treadmill for 4 minutes, did 5km total.
Alternate Life, Part 2: What I would be wearing
I hate office gear. I hate slacks. I dislike button-down shirts. I'm not into blazers. My dream outfit? Comfortable, flared-bottom jeans, thigh-high striped socks, a pair of red pumas, a simple wrought-iron vintage necklace and an embroidered graphic t-shirt, all topped off with a sexy little apron. edwud, you mocked me for my apron collection, but I TOLD you aprons were cutting-edge fashion! And now I've been proven right; thank you, Anthropologie.
In other news, I've succumbed to the evil influence of starfishchick and am reading Nick Hornby's two novellas about his reading habits, 'The Polysyllabic Spree' and 'Housekeeping vs. the Dirt'. The excerpt from Anton Chekhov's collected letters at the end of the first book had me laughing under the covers last night at 1am. Damn, these are a good read. Relaxed, self-deprecating, insightful, funny and conspiratorial in a "we're all readers here" nudge-nudge, wink-wink kind of way.
Next up on the block is Michael Chabon with 'The Final Solution', which themusesbitch should click on just so she can see the cover art. Given my impending 5 hour flight to Vancouver and then the 13 hour flight to Hong Kong, this is shaping up to be a seven-book month.
I ran like a demon last night. I actually thought I was going to sprout horns and a tail, I was going that fast: achieved peak speed of 7.5 (translates to about 4.5min/km) on the treadmill for 4 minutes, did 5km total.
Alternate Life, Part 2: What I would be wearing
I hate office gear. I hate slacks. I dislike button-down shirts. I'm not into blazers. My dream outfit? Comfortable, flared-bottom jeans, thigh-high striped socks, a pair of red pumas, a simple wrought-iron vintage necklace and an embroidered graphic t-shirt, all topped off with a sexy little apron. edwud, you mocked me for my apron collection, but I TOLD you aprons were cutting-edge fashion! And now I've been proven right; thank you, Anthropologie.
