the best way to spend summer solstice?

...contra dancing under the moon, with a group of Quebecois seniors, on the top of Mont Royal.

life's nice.

splish splash

my first, messy foray into Diana-land.

The Aardvark Manifesto

I can subscribe to this. I guess I already do.
from here.

short lessons in love

I love: summer in montreal
I sit: on my balcony, in every park, on harbour docks
I drink: hendricks gin with blackberries and strawberries
I eat: mangoes. peel off the skin and take a bite. share.
I read: all the books and drawn and quarterly, and then I buy just one
I bike: everywhere. new basket, broken fender, broken bell. I make noise, I'm not sly.
I listen to: Tallest Man, Daniel, Fred & Julie, Andrew Bird, Wilco, BSS, Hoof and the Heel
I dance: in the streets, in the parks after midnight
I steal: lilacs and cherry blossoms

i guess marc johns says it best.

gah.


via Laura, via Jeff'm, from here

procrastination/escapism has reached a new low: watching a kid sit on the edge of the fountain, dangling his legs, on the charlottetown live eye.
I gotta get back to work.

"Anyone can do this assignment, you don't need any special yogi certification."

I have never laughed so genuinely nor been so enamoured with an essay topic.
I'm writing about Harrell Fletcher and Miranda July's Learning to Love You More for an Art History paper and I'm finding it surprisingly...pleasant. How often, in my four years in university, have I used such a word to describe a paper? The instances are very few.

I could have just plagiarized myself and handed in an old essay on any other dull topic, about the YBAs or something. It's not like the class was anything important; it was a 300-level contemporary art class that I mostly skipped out of boredom. But I guess there was some desire to end my undergraduate career with four essays that really interested me. So I chose LTLYM as my subject and I just grinned my way through an entire evening of research.

This is my second last essay. My last one will be on Asterios Polyp, a masterpiece of a comic book, which I suggest you read. Borrow my copy. I'm pretty excited to write that one too.
It's just a matter of time. Two ten pagers in uh, four days? eep.