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Roundup!

Good evening! I’m kickin back with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and a glass of rosé, Interneting around, having a blast, and I’ve found many a menh to share …

If you enjoy skewering Millenials — the sense of entitlement, the rampant financial irresponsibility — then you may want to check out this salty shishkebob from The Fiscal Times. It highlights some items we Millenials consider necessary, like iPads, smartphones, and jewelry. Wait … jewelry? Honestly, WTF?! Who are these twentysomethings buying luxury bling? Most of my jewelry looks like it was woven together out of shiny pebbles by a resourceful hobo meth head. And for all I know, some of it was …

This is why it’s strange to read articles about “my” generation … often, I feel like what’s being described has nothing to do with me. I have no student debt, and the idea of my parents giving me monetary handouts is, as my parents would happily tell you, laughable.

However upon further reflection I see that though I eschew many forms of conspicuous consumption, I’m not immune to the gleam of filthy lucre … I revel in dining out, and I’m a nascent wine snob. Most tellingly of all, I write to you this evening from my shiny MacBook Pro, which I consider a “necessity” because, well, uhh, I have this blog, and I need to be able to write things, and I can’t really see myself with a Dell or a Toshiba because, uhh, they don’t represent how I view myself, my lifestyle, and, well, Apple is really cool, and I want to be cool maybe by association, and how else will I fit in with all the other cool kids doing fake homework at my local fair trade coffee shop? And also, it’s shiny??

Yikes. Other news includes ….

A dog teaching a baby to crawl:

So adorable! I love everything about this … except the precious, infantilized, plink-plink music. What is up with that? Why do all these charming dog/baby videos have the same lame soundtrack? What, as soon as I pop out a kid, I’m going to start listening to Raffi’s studio outtakes all the time? Fuck. That.

Oh … but, also! Music! Amazing music!! On a plane!!! That’s about to take off for Romania!!!! Check out the latest magical amateur vid of Lemon Bucket Orkestra jamming in an unusual place:

Such incredible joie de vivre! Seriously, how many people do you know who could — and more importantly would — turn something as boring and unpleasant as a delayed Air Canada flight into a party? I tip my fedora upside down to you, LBO.

And also to you, dear reader! You’re pretttttty. I like ya. And that’s not just the wine talking …

Sarah

xoxoxoxoxxxo

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The Plastic Problem

I don’t care how rich you are, or pardon me… how rich your husband is… if you have nipped, tucked, and injected enough plastic into your face to look like a carp I could fish out of the sea – I am simply not going to be able to take you seriously.

Allow me to expand: I take no issue whatsoever with plastic surgery as a concept or a general practice. In fact, I think some plastic surgeons have achieved great success in tastefully remolding the human body. If you have always wanted a nice, juicy rack because you have suffered self consciously at the hands of your AAA cup size since puberty, knock yourself out. I get it. Trust me, in the past I have even flirted with having the procedure myself.

Just look at Ashlee Simpson’s rhino and mentoplasty (nose and chin reshaping, respectively) – Not that there was anything wrong with her appearance to begin with, but I believe her beauty certainly improved with a couple of subtle and tasteful surgeries.

A little plastic surgery can go a long way, and that is my point.

What disturbs/fascinates me is when women (and men!) take it too far. If you look like you are fresh off the boat from Neptune, you’ve taken it next level, and maybe it is time to reflect upon the deeper, psychologically based reasons why you feel the need to completely PVC-ify your face. (Images below in consecutive order: Donatella Versace, Michaela Romanini, Heidi Montag, Jackie Stallone (hahaha)!!)

Here is what I believe to be a fair and relevant comparison: There is nothing at all questionable in the desire to gamble on a reasonable scale once or twice a year; to hit the strip in Vegas, Atlantic City, or Niagra (ew), and risk some of your hard earned money on a night or three of frivolous bets and fun. But there has to be a limit, no? If you are frittering away your salary or your family’s nest egg on blackjack, poker, and slots (whatever your poison may be), that’s an entirely different can of worms.

I believe that plastic surgery can be just as habit forming and addictive (big word – massive connotations, I know) as gambling.  Except the draw it that it is your face. Yes, that thing you present first and foremost to the world. That thing people look into to find out more about who you are, and what you are all about. Plastic surgery addiction is a serious matter rooted in poor self esteem and sense of self worth often linked to Body Dysmorphic Disorder (BDD) which you can read more about here. What can start out with one ‘corrective’ surgery can lead in some cases to a completely skewed conception about what it means or takes to be ‘beautiful’ in the framework of society’s preconceived ideals.

I work at a high end restaurant in the city and I have never seen so much PLASTIC in one place in my entire living, breathing life. I was serving a table the other day and I had to consciously and purposefully stop myself from gawking at this fifty-something woman, clearly trying to look like her twenty-something daughter who was sitting at the same table. I almost had to place my index finger under my chin and push closed my jaw which was damn-near resting on the tabletop. What is the longest possible amount of time you can stare at a person before it crosses the line of being rude, intrusive, or creepy? 10… 20 seconds? Whatever the standard, I surpassed it.

There are greater evils at play here though. I can’t very well only scold the player, I must also call attention to the game. Western society and culture seemingly value youth above all else. This is especially (and arguably almost exclusively) the case when it comes to women in particular. Even if it is a self-fulfilling prophecy, women tend to believe that they decrease in overall beauty, and therefore value, as they age.  Wrinkles, sagging tits, loose skin… “gross!”. Who knows, maybe I will feel the same way about myself one day. The ideals of beauty have certainly been indoctrinated into all of us to an almost inescapable degree and since a very impressionable age, after all.

Regardless, I think it is better to age naturally and with grace, because at the end of the day plastic looks like plastic; man made and unnatural. Who knows, maybe one day most humans will look like Donatella, and thus our realities will alter to fit this new “ideal” into the framework of normalcy, but in the meantime I will continue to argue vehemently that there is another way: Nature’s way and the way of genetics.

– Sylvia “Save-the-Plastic-for-the-Bags-and-Try-to-Love-What-Ya-Got” Stout

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Please please please can we??

Go to this tree house hotel in Chile??  PLEEEEEEASE. Sylvia. I’m not joking.

 

– Sarah

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Dusty and “Gut”ted: A Weekend in the woods

This morning we woke up late and well rested to offerings of hot, fresh coffee and french toast drenched in real maple syrup with a side of mimosa. Our gracious hosts really know how to entertain their guests; every little detail has been considered for us, all activities have been planned out ahead of time. Hospitality epitomized: Just when you are hungry, a charcuterie spread appears. You have a thirst that needs quenching? A cold beer or glass of wine materializes as if by magic. This easter getaway has exceeded all preconceived expectations, and isn’t that a wonderful feeling? We have included a slideshow for your perusal, highlighting some of the days activities… so far…

Love,

SC & SS.

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TDM Launch Photos

A few pics from our launch party on Monday night. Thanks to Matthew David Sleep for taking them!

Boop!

Sarah Cynthia and Sylvia Stout

Tasty! Oh, and the poutine’s not bad either ……

MENHMENHMENHMENHMENHLOVETHEMENHMENHMENHMENHMENH

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Spring Round 2

Friends, Family, lovers, and strangers alike united on this beautiful spring day to share in the second real day of warmth this year.

We hit up Trinity Bellwoods, laid out our blankets, cracked our tall cans, and collectively created this beautiful sketchbook mural – all with the sun at our backs.

Spring has certainly sprung! MENhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

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Ducky – Killing Time/Your Ever After

This. This this this this THIS!!

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All We Wanna Do is Bonnaroo, Roo, Roo!!

MEnNNNNnnNnnNNNnNnnH!!

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“Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you.”

– Charles Warnke

take the risk… do it anyway.

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Honestly WTF

Sites like Honestly WTF stand as a perfect reminder of why WE LOVE THE INTERNET! Founded by two super chicks named Erica Chan Coffman and Lauren Kolodny,  I stumbled across this funky, multi-purpose gem just over a year ago, and now rarely a day goes by where I don’t check in. In particular it has become my go to for fun, inexpensive and beautifully inventive DIY ideas. Every new DIY post has me oozing with desire to… well… Do It Myself. Nothing says originality quite like a piece of personally hand crafted jewelry. The posts are simple yet instructional, easy to understand, and beautiful to look at. What I like best is that they provide the fundamental guidelines, but I can choose the materials, colours, and overall design I like best.

We are going to make some delicious DIY Gretchen Jones inspired Universe necklaces , pay hommage to this site we love and respect so much, and show that these fun DIY sessions can be good for the soul and the self esteem! Thanks www.honestlywtf.com, you have made the world a better place!

Stay tuned for the results.

Photograph courtesy of Honestly WTF

For the full tutorial go here.

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Loving Life on Planet Earth

We’ve been lying here watching Blue Planet for hourrrrrs, and we are thinking lovingly of our beautiful world, and all the wonders that it holds, and how crucial they are to preserve. We just donated to the World Wildlife Fund, and you can too! It’s easy, just go to their website: http://www.worldwildlife.org

And, we are reminded of one of our fave books by the Good Doctor … The Lorax!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Catch! calls the Once-ler.
He lets something fall.
It’s a Truffula Seed.
It’s the last one of all!
You’re in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds.
And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs.
Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care.
Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.
Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack.
Then the Lorax
and all of his friends
may come back.

 

 

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El Guincho – Bombay

 

NSFNAW (Not Safe for North American Work)

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Ghostprom – Paths

You know that feeling you get when you experience something new and positive for the first time in terms of creativity? You see a piece of art in the window of a gallery, or on an artblog; it may be a painting, or an illustration, it may be vividly lifelike or hauntingly abstract, but whatever it is about it, often some quality you can’t quantify with words, it makes you happy to be alive. You stumble upon a photograph so beautiful that you actually yearn to step inside of its world. You taste a chef’s creation and your palate explodes in fireworks of flavour and you can’t help but moan out loud almost orgasmically. You read a piece of literature that is so eloquently written that time loses all relevance and you forget that you are breathing. You hear a song, or a set, and you are whisked away to the happiest of all happy places. You immediately desire to share it because everyone should inject their minds and their souls with the inspiring greatness of the artist. If there are any people in this world we feel indebted to it is to those individuals that have taken it upon themselves to awaken the senses. We believe that all else aside we are here simply to live, and what better way to do this then to indulge our senses to their very core. For us, Wolf Haddock’s “Paths” does just that.

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“When you love someone you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships.”

– Anne Morrow Lindbergh

words of wisdom

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Joyful MENH!

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Painting on Water

Something pretty to look at and some inspiration for the artist inside us.

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Okay, this just has to happen.

Obsession sounds like this:

Lyrics:

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days my life, I feel it has no purpose
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface

‘Cause on the surface the city lights shine
They’re calling at me, come and find your kind
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl

Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

We rode our bikes to the nearest park
Sat under the swings and kissed in the dark
We shield our eyes from the police lights
We run away, but we don’t know why

And like a mirror, the city lights shine
They’re screaming at us, “We don’t need your kind”
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl

Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?

Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

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Washed Out – Amor Fati

This song makes me think that everything is just the way it should be…

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