RAIN RAIN RAIN

On this day in history, Kurt Cobain was no longer.





















Écoutecela.

Since I don't think I'd be that great at Nirvana I considered Hole for part deux of karaoke tonight(which might really upset some people??) but then remembered the last time I tried Hole, the video fucked up and eventhough it was a different karaoke spot, I should take it as a sign maybe. That said, I ran into my girl Theresa twice today and so the second time it was pretty obvious that we had to sing some Hole so we did and Kweku was pretty into it I think?? Violet took the most effort.





















I believe this photo was from Sassy magazine... I'm sure you could easily find out but I like just thinking that I know a picture well enough to tell you where it came from.

Black Hole Sun?


Such an awesome video. This jam reminds me of that same period of my young life but it was a major bummer last time I tried it at karaoke, quelle désastre... I had seen my evening going more in the way of a nice long dinner with scintillating catch-up conversation and fortune cookies maybe but you can't win 'em all so I invested in sponges for a spongless home that wasn't my own, going on to clean that kitchen top to bottom because I thought it would make me feel good about myself?? That and a single-serving microwave lasagna. YEAH RIGHT GUYS.

I am more inclined to clean when I feel awkward when I'm somewhere that isn't my apartment, which is unfortunate because my apartment is usually a disaster.

That said, I feel awkward enough in my own home that I can't wait to move out in July.

HOLY SHIT I CAN'T WAIT.

I do not want to live alone anymore.















It has become majorly lame.

Therefore! I won't travel far from the pre-menarche era of my young life in terms of ce soir's karaoke jam...I'm going with Blind Melon's No Rain.

Isn't it funny? There's been so much rain here lately!





















The contest starts at 11:30 at Cock & Bull.

COME AS YOU ARE!

Bring Supernibs??

SO I GUESS WE'RE GOING DOWN IN 2012...

Hey hey happy birthday to Melania Hadida-Trump.


















You excel in gold-digging. What are you doing Melle Mel? You at work surfin the web?? Hoping that for your birthday, I will fulfill your wish and do a special feature on all the different theories for why the world will end in 2012??

SURE!

Ask Gilles Peterson about the world ending in 2012 and his theory will probably have something to do with how last Thursday was the special Q-Tip episode, complete with interview and live shit.

Here's Q-Tip's ManWomanBoogie video, seen it??

At first I thought maybe it was sort of cool but now I think it might be sort of boring?? I like the jam though, sexy beat.


See the thing is...if you're going to do a "IT WAS JUST A DREAM!" video in this day and age, you might think to look back and consult with your girl Janet, who got the right idea. That dreams should involve off the hoook teen ragers or they're not worth dreaming, you know??



Anyway, as for 2012 and the world ending...Mel! I heard there was some Mayan theory?? Have you seen this ring-bracelet thing Ayan has been wearing lately?? It's sort of Mayan looking. It's really complicated. Like Mayan ruins... It's like a ring, maybe two and then there's this part that goes over her hand and...well anyway, I'm not the only one who has brought up a certain Janet Jackson video we love to love upon seeing Ayan's cool jewelery...

SUCH A GOOD VIDEO!!!


Mel, I got you some presents at my favourite store LE CHAINON: Coffre de Trésor on St. Laurent on my way home from yoga.

This is some other stuff I got for like 80 cents total.





















EXCITING!






















YEAH, I SAW THAT MUSICAL!

If you look closely you can see that it says "Chris Brown in the role of Christ".

What a coincidence! Chris Brown turned up 25 minutes late to court to plead not guilty!

The world is definitely ending in 2012!

Old cigarette ads are funny.






















Marigolds, daisies, mums.
A shop full of flowers.
But for them, it's one perfect rose.
He chose it. For her. To remember.
Their cigarette? Viceroy. They won't settle for less.
It's a matter of taste.

Smoking in a flower shop! I can't think of anything more tragic or less romantic!

Except I guess if you think about the world as a flowershop that is getting Jamaican showered with shit to the max. Mom's gonna find out, you know? Mother Earth?? She's onto you guys, you guys.

WATCH OUT.

I hope the world doesn't end in 2012, mostly because I have some faraway friends I have to visit first...

Tony! Toni! Toné!



And Mary-Kate and Ashley!

And...






















Siegfried and Roy??

Cultural ambassadors for aluminum foil freaks apparently. Or as Gilles Peterson might say...ALUMIN-IUM.

Big up Melle Mel on the big two five!

BIG UP RAH DIGGA.

And here you have the go-to study jams of the day and/or week. I think that Ayan and Ben will be into it.

Shout-outs to Ayan and Ben for all the hard work they've put into the choreographed dance I won't be able to see tomorrow night and here's hoping they will show it to me some other time.

So this is boring...

So here are my artworks I've been super hard at work on!

This is called Death to Rave (End of a Scare-aaaah).


















And this is Life After Death (It's Murda).

















These are from two different walks on two very different days.

Sometimes I wear the same pants and shoes for days on end, it's crazy you guys.

This is what they call "found art".
















It was a joke at first but now I think it's sort of interesting because an aquarium wants to hold onto water and an umbrella wants to repel it...

Cool work Avenue de l'Esplanade, you've really outdone yourself!

Let's close with something that greeted me in my internet mailbox a few days ago from a dear old friend...

A word from the wise on library crushes...


"i live for library crushes. i have about seven. i met one recently. just giving you a tip never meet your library crushes....it ruins everything and they never live up to the mysteriousness. b/c most of the time they are just regular or loud and annnnnnoying. i met one of my 23 library crushes. big disappointment. i always look good at the library minus exam time...then i have a single dreadlock."

MELANIA HADIDA-TRUMP 4 APPRENTICE.

Hello.

















This is a Henri Silberman print I am greeted with when I wake up in my sweet little bedroom, the bedroom I have come to believe is a make-shift rose garden in the midst of a wunderkammer that furthermore has the luxury of existing above a bakery (in my imagination, but I do pretty well by way of scented candles.)

I am very into the idea of the wunderkammer because it basically epitomizes my decor philosophy which is maybe more of an anti-philosophy...

I just heard about the wunderkammer this year in my Art and its Changing Contexts class, taught by Mark Clintberg. It has come to my attention that he had something neat going on at the National Gallery back in oh five that I never experienced but maybe you did considering there is a 42% chance you are from my Ottawa or were living there at that time...

Back to Poet's Walk, I have enjoyed it following me from apartment to apartment, and the other day I came across my very own version just around the riverbend.

Not that I have never walked along l'Esplanade by Parc Jean Mance before, but on Tuesday morning when I strolled along in the calm aftermath of the rain, I realized there was something familiar about it. It reminded me of what I see when I wake up in the morning, and occasionally in the afternoon...

















Cool.

On my way home from work tonight, my Gazelles really tasted rain for the first time.

It's okay though, I think it gives them character and maybe I love them even more now because they are less than perfect.

















Oh! And since you forgot to ask, I made it to round 2 of the karaoke contest so I'm taking suggestions for next week. THIS IS NOT A JOKE. I had a surprising fan club show up at Cock & Bull and that was really cool and fun, respek 2 dem. BLESS.

LOVE AND PEACE.

JAH BARE LEGS ONCOMING, MON.

NUKE TERRY/WEEN SPY DOLL.

Just talking to my girlie Ayani and I was like "What's that you're listening to?" and she said "The new Raphael Saadiq, my sister just got it, it's alright" and I said "Oh no way, cool" and she said "What was that group he was in?" and her sister and I both said "Tony! Toni! Toné!" and then I said "Ohhhh! Get Involved? That song was the best! You know, ess ay double- dee eye cue" and she kept saying "What? What? Essay what? I don't know that song? What?" until she got that I was spelling out SAADIQ like he does in the song and then she went on to love on Lucy Pearl and then after we pumped eachother up about life, I went and listened to Get Involved and then I listened to this.



Then this...


And here it is ladies and sperms...THE PANTHER IN THE PARK ON MY STREET.
















































FIERCE.






















Oh, and big news for Twilight fans (not really), there are vampires round these parts too (really).
















I know! Who knew?! On MY street!

Hopefully all the sexy ones are busy being on the cover of GQ or Teen Vogue...

So that the sexy anti-vampire squad can take over and Leeza Gibbons and I can watch.


Bye-bye!

TACO NIGHTMARE.

Oh my gosh, WOW.

Apparently, when my brother and sister and I all graduate in June (I hope??), we will be spending a week with our very kind and generous parents in possibly the most cutest little yellow house ever.














I can't even believe how sweet and cheerful this little yellow house is.

This will be the first time we have gone on a voyage together as a family in years, and probably the last time such a thing will happen for years to come.

How about I won't even say where it is and you can just pretend it's wherever you would dream such a yellow house would suit you best for a week of reading and writing and Scrabble and rippled potato chips...and quite possibly, enough bickering to shut up the crickets.

I would never want to do that though, for the sound of summer crickets is something magical you can't often hear living in an apartment in the city.

And here we have the parallel universe version of the little yellow house on my beloved Drolet...

The purple one!






















Next up, tomorrow night the karaoke contest begins at Cock & Bull.



















What should I start with? What are you kids feeling??

The contest involves 3 bars with 12 contestants each, and every week one person is eliminated until there are 4 left at each bar and then we showdown for the big money...$1000! There are like 8 cash prizes though, and the weakest one is 75 bones so maybe I could win that maybe and pay my phone bill or buy you guys some chicken wings or whatever. St. Hubert anyone? Anyone??

So yeah, Wednesdays at Cock & Bull are karaoke night, and anyone can sing but only I can compete because I payed 20 dollars to be part of this special moment in history. Well me and eleven others and not you. Unless you are one of the other 11 people in it to win it.

So! Let's hope I make it past round one, and after that I might try and put pressure on the general public to get their vote on or vote or die or just stay home and eat Doritos, who cares.
















Envayz. It's virtually impossible to find evidence of P. Didd's VOTE OR DIE campaign from oh four right now...I guess since he started it, he can't really escape it, but everyone else can just pretend it never happened and that peace signs will save America.

So here are some gay Doritos.





















Who knew?!

So I think that I will probs go with "You Oughta Know" tomorrow night because I tried and trued it, plus Beyonce is apparently all over that shit on tour so angst is very now right now I guess.

Look out for the very best part which is when she doesn't say "FUCK", she does something ELSE. [Thank you for the hot tip Caroliner.]


If I get beyond the first round I might have to get into some Melissa Etheridge and quite possibly take up Ariel on last night's suggestion.


And by the way? Yup, I caught a unicorn on my way home from yoga, which is pretty incredible if you know a thing or two about unicorns.
















I also saw a panther and got three fantastic shots of it but I don't feel like scaring anyone on a Tuesday by letting them know there really are panthers in the Plateau that will maybe eat you, especially since there were no good snacks in the recycling today...
















Ha! Nice try, 4000 Drolet!

Aiight I'm audi 5000, POYCE!

P.S. They switched recycling, it's today not tomorrow.

LADIES LOVE THE ARTISTS, NO??

Hey you, let's banish manic Mondays...


And play a fun game called "Do you walk around the Plateau with your eyes closed?"

Let's begin, shall we??

Do you recognize this man...






















What about now...






















What about now eh? This is where he most closely resembles his Plateau reincarnation...























In fact, he may be walking his dog down St. Dominique right this very second!

First prize goes to Ayan probably!