I should talk about the books I’m reading. I should talk about how I don’t wanna die a Cat Lady…I should talk about the fact that school is ending soon and I’m
Everything’s going to be fine. I just wish I knew what was in store…
Instead, Dear Reader, let’s focus on how I’m going to spend my downtime. This summer the usual number of blockbusters are opening. Behold!
How I love this trailer, let me count the ways…
1. Patrick Stewart. In person, and via voiceover.
2. The special effects.
3. The cinematography.
4. Hugh Jackman.
5. The entire cast.
“Hooked on a Feeling” has never not been sexy to me. Don’t know why. Don’t care.
Stanley Tucci!?! LOVE.
Something about this new Transformers film seems a bit darker than its predecessors.
Does it matter to me?
Not really. So long as ish gets blown up.
What–if any–films are you looking forward to?
A good love song always puts a smile on my face.
Show Your Work by Austin Kleon.
I like Austin’s writing, and I think he’s got the right idea when it comes to creativity.
I love going downtown. When I’m there, I feel rejuvenated. On Friday I hit Queen St. West, and in particular…Type Books.
It’s killing me that I didn’t take the most important photo of all–of their sign. But I did capture their current window.
If you don’t think that pic does it justice, here’s a better shot, courtesy of Beckie DiLeo .
The awesome Kalpna Patel (@GhostfaceKnitta) designs their displays. After over a year of following each other on Twitter, I’m glad to have finally met her.
Although this was my first visit to Type, it won’t be my last. In an era of big-box bookstores, Type offers a refreshing alternative.
Over time in this life I have stopped and started. I have struggled with the desire to reveal myself, versus hiding until conditions are perfect for the wonder that is me* to be revealed. However, even as those words flow from my brain through my fingers, I know that they are flawed. For, as shy as I may be…As fearful as I am about life and my writing, I know that I must persist. If nothing else, I know this: Mistakes make magic. They bring us closer to who we are and where we need to be.
*That’s not arrogance talking. I believe that we are all amazing.
Since last night there’s a track that I’ve been listening to on repeat.
I found it while browsing my friend Mischa’s Twitter timeline. Initially, I was conflicted.
“I don’t know…It’s a remake of an Anita Baker song…”
I have the original “Caught Up In the Rapture” in my iTunes collection. As far as I’m concerned, it’s perfect. A cover couldn’t do it justice.
“But…But it’s JoJo.” Unlike some so-called divas, I know that JoJo can actually sing. I hadn’t heard from her in ages. I made my way over to her Soundcloud page, and pressed play.
Oh. my. damn. At 3:38, I nearly died. JoJo’s voice has so much power and passion. I love it!
So I’m in Canada studying television so that I can become one of our nation’s finest industry pros. I also try to keep an eye on what my country is creating. Enter 19-2.
19-2 (nineteen-two) is an English iteration of the Québécois (French) series of the same name.
Thus far, I enjoy it. I like digging into the nitty-gritty aspects of police work. I like seeing the various dimensions of the characters’ lives unfold on screen. Last week during the show’s third episode, a huge twist was revealed. I didn’t expect it. I felt shocked and disappointed by what I discovered.
And most of all, I was impressed with 19-2′s writers for taking their viewers…There.
(Usually I don’t give a damn about spoilers. Consider yourself lucky.)
19-2 airs tonight at 9pm EST on bravo. Catch it if you can!
I don’t know. But it’s weird. I feel like I’m on the verge of something that can be reached only by pushing myself.