It's funny because it's true.

Did you see this tweet of mine today?

"Hippie parents are never disappointed in you, which is nice.

But they also make you read Eckhart Tolle and talk about your

feelings. UH-OH."

That really happened. So in an effort to make my hippie parents proud, I finally finished the fucking book. (A New Earth) It only took me like, A YEAR.

I would read half a chapter and need to stop. He says "God" a lot. Why a heathen such as myself agreed to read a book on spirituality is beyond me. However, it did seem to offer up some suggestions on how to deal with stress and anxiety (which I have) and how to deal with an existential crisis. (Which I am not *exactly* having, but maybe sort of.)

I don't know what I have taken from it yet, but I do know that the reason my hippie parents made me read it is because they worry about me and would like me to learn how to calm the fuck down. Which is really very sweet of them. Awwww.

But yeah, Oprah can suck it.

I blame this on the economy.

This morning I woke up in a panic. I just felt so overwhelmed by everything. More people at work have been laid off, which freaks me out. It meant two days of saying goodbyes and talking to them about the future. They have all seemed to take it as a blessing in disguise. As the push they needed to take a leap and jump right into the thing they knew they should have been doing, but were to afraid to try.

It got me thinking about my life. What is it that I am supposed to be doing. What am I too afraid to try? I hate these questions. They are friggin' TERRIFYING and they make me want to cry, because I'm not sure what the answers are.

All I know is that I feel like I need a change. Something to kick me and force me to adapt to something new. I find myself thinking more and more about moving away to a new city and starting a whole new life, just to see what would happen without the safety net. I really wonder how I would handle it... but I think I might be too afraid to find out.

*heart*

Love this song. It's just the cutest.

Everyday - Buddy Holly

Whoa! Is me.

My hair looked great this morning. I winked at myself in the mirror before I walked out the door.

I bought a coffee. It was alright.

When I walked into the office, they were listening to "Freeway of Love" by Aretha Franklin. That was awesome.

Yet, somehow before noon even rolled around I was sitting at my desk trying not to cry.

Friday? Meh.

BUT... tonight I will drink beer. Then I will write about it on the Internet. So I guess that's alright. Yay!

Uh-oh. I think I killed it.

I have this thing that I like to do sometimes, which is actually sort of sad in a way. But I think it's kind of fun, so I still do it.

When I hear about music festivals or conferences that I can't afford to ever go to, I like to explore the websites and plan out what I would go see if I was there. It kind of makes me sad because I can't go, but imagining is also way fun!

Yesterday someone mentioned SXSW to me, so today I decided to take a look at what I would want to see. I was looking at all the panels for the interactive festival and I think I would totally go to this one, because I think I have maybe done exactly this:

Your Personal Blog is Dead


Do you Twitter, Flickr, or Facebook? Then you could be guilty of blogicide. Users of those and other social networking applications are accused of helping to kill off the personal blog. And that may not be so bad. In this interactive session, we'll present the evidence. You be the jury.


Ruh-roh. I didn't mean to kill it. It was an accident! I swear!


PS: I want you to know that I do not advocate use of the word blogicide. I mean, seriously. Blogicide? REALLY?

This makes me both lazy and not lazy at the same time.

So Brie tagged me in another Facebook meme. The basic idea behind this one is that you are supposed to choose 20 albums that changed your life. Not just 20 albums you really like, but albums that have really hit you somehow. It was an interesting process for me, because music has always been such a big part of my life. I really had to think about it a lot.


I didn't explain any of my choices in the Facebook note, so I thought I would share the reasoning behind some of them here.



Jeff Buckley - Grace

I first saw Jeff Buckley on a TV special from Glastonbury 95. I loved his voice. When I first put the album on, I liked it. By the end of that first listen, I was swooning. It is heartbreaking, romantic and lovely.




Nirvana - Nevermind

I think I was 12 when this came out. It was probably the first serious rock album that I ever really loved. It woke up my brain. It somehow seemed to validate my pre-teen/teenaged angst. What made me even MORE pissed off was that both of my parents loved it too. God, that was annoying.



The Clash - London Calling

When I was 12, I stole Combat Rock from my Dad. 2 years later, I heard London Calling. Then my brain exploded. It was this amazing combination of anger, frustration and danceability that I have never found anywhere else. Love it.


The Beatles - Rubber Soul

The first Beatles album I ever heard. It made me appreciate a well crafted song.


A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology

When I first bought this album I really only ever listened to rock music. This changed the way I thought about hip hop entirely. It taught me about the art of sampling and made me think about language in a whole new way. It is literally candy for my ears. (It is technically a greatest hits sort of thing, but I say it still counts!)



The Dave Brubeck Quartet - Time Out

Holy shit. I first heard this when I was 15. After listening to this album I listened to music in a different way. The way they played with tempo and style is just incredible. It helped me become a better musician, too. The whole concept was so innovative and I think it still is. I can't say I have ever heard anything else like it.


Michael Jackson - Thriller

When I was a kid my Dad would gather us all around on Saturday nights and we would listen to records for hours. My brother and I would BEG to hear Thriller and when he put it on we would proceed to freak the fuck OUT. It is non-stop awesomeness. I still love dancing to it.


Radiohead - Kid A

I love this album so goddamn much that I listen to it practically every night when I go to bed. I still find it amazing that they were able to make such beautiful songs out of what is essentially sound experimentation. The best way I can describe it is to call it "beautiful noise".




So now you know why I love what I love.

Falling down.

The end bit of this video made me laugh so hard I cried. I can't help it. I lose my shit when I see people fall down in a spectacular fashion.




Watch the whole episode if you can find it. So funny.

You gotta have goals.

When I grow up, I want to have good ideas. More specifically, I want to have good ideas that allow me to write and make things like this:





Seriously. This is friggin awesome. Maybe I'll get there one day...

I bet they talked about math.

So it looks like they finally figured out a way to make Stephen Harper look like more of a giant friggin' dork:




















In my mind, Obama addresses him as "Poindexter".

But to be fair, it is pretty hard for ANYONE not to look like a giant friggin' dork standing next to that guy. *sigh* He's so dreamy.

iHeart iGoogle.

If you have not yet tried iGoogle, DO IT!

It is wonderful. I love it. Mostly because it seems to cater to those of us with incredibly short attention spans. (HOLLA!) I can now go to one place and access GChat, GMail, Google Reader, Facebook and a bazillion other things.

One of those bazillion other things happens to be Blogger. That's right. I'm writing this from INSIDE THE iGOOGLE.

So, yeah. I wish it had not taken me so long to try it. Thanks for convincing me, Erin!

BOOM! I'm so hot?

Yesterday I went to visit my family and was unexpectedly showered with compliments by my sister.

Apparently, (according to her) I have:

a) really great looking skin
b) cute hair
c) gorgeous eyes.

Did I accidentally get hot? Weird.

Either way, I'm putting that kid on the payroll. I'm thinking maybe we make up some flyers to advertise how great I look all the time. Awesome.

Goodnight moon.

I've been thinking about sleep all day. With the exception of a few brief hours from when I got home to just after dinner, mind you. But now I'm thinking about it again, because it is just about time for me to crawl back into my big cozy bed and fall into a wonderful sleep again.

Every night before I fall asleep, I put on some music. These are some of my favourite songs to fall asleep to. I have been listening to them before bed for so long that hearing them has an almost instant calming effect on me.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.








Yes. I really love Radiohead.

I love science, but not when it effs up my breakfast.

A friendly tip from me to you:

Do not put psyllium power in your oatmeal. Unless, of course, you really like eating a giant bowl of gelatinous goo. Yuck.

Don't do it!

Hey, baby.

This morning my friends had a baby! His name is Brody and I bet he is crazy adorable. It's all very exciting... and (for me) a little frightening.

I'm at the age when many of my friends are finally starting to get married and have babies. I have 2 weddings to attend so far this year and I know of a couple of people who are pregnant or have just had babies.

And then there is me. That shit is totally not even on my radar. I don't really ever think about getting married, which probably has a lot to do with the fact that I do not have a boyfriend in which to marry. But even still. If I actually did have a boyfriend, I don't think I would be thinking about marriage. To me, marriage is something you don't even really start to consider as a possibility until you are 30. I am not 30. So I do not think about it.

I can say that right now, I still don't think I want to have kids. But apparently, I am wrong about this. It seems as though every person I have ever said this to has told me that I am going to change my mind. I will WANT to have babies. This is a little scary. I don't WANT to want babies. But I guess we will just have to see how that one plays out.

Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go have a panic attack in the bathroom.

Screw it, I'm moving to Detroit.

I just read this blog post by Matthew Good and it kind of freaked me out a little. Lydia and I had this same conversation last night, after hearing about ANOTHER shooting in Vancouver. It seems like you hear more and more about violent acts in this city. I've always thought that maybe that was just due to the ever expanding media coverage of such things, but maybe not. It certainly seems like it's getting worse.

Three years ago when I first moved back to Vancouver proper, I wasn't afraid in my neighborhood at all. It's all residential with young families, and was generally quiet. However, in the past year I have been kept awake by circling police helicopters on a few different occasions. In the past year there have been at least 3 times when we have been warned of random violent attacks on women waiting at bus stops in our general area. It's total bullshit.

It is getting worse, that is for sure. But is it as bad as they say it is? If so, I'll be considering a move to somewhere else. Like, in AMERICA. I've heard good things about that place...

Good morning.

This morning on my way into work I listened to the same two songs over and over again until I walked in the door. It was kind of awesome. I don't know what made me keep playing them again and again, other than the fact that they were making me smile. It's a nice thing to do, smiling. I think I don't do it often enough these days.

This is why I felt like sharing them with you. Maybe they will make you smile too.

I'm giving you links, because I could not bring myself to post horrible fan vids. Ha!

Vampire Weekend - Ottoman

Devendra Banhart - Lover

Blocked.

It seems as though I am suffering from a bit of a creative blockage. There's something lurking around in this brain of mine, but I can't get it out. This. Is. Frustrating.

I managed to come up with a few tweets over the weekend, but I wasn't proud of them. Much like this, it is writing for the sake of writing. Just so you can feel like you have done something, ANYTHING.

So now is the fun part. Tell me, buddies. How the heck do I get it out of me? I'd love to hear about your creative process. Help me!

In the meantime, I will leave you with the only two things I can think of right now, neither of which can help me write an entire post:

1) The Flight of the Conchords show here sold out in 30 mins or something stupid like that, so I did not get tickets. BOOOO.

2) I think that M.I.A. is adorable. 9 months pregnant and still a muthafuckin' GANGSTA. Awesome.

That is all. Will resume feeling frustrated now. Peace out, yo.

Sarah's Choice

I didn't bring a lunch to work today. Now I must venture out to get one. The problem is that I have NO IDEA what to eat. This happens pretty much every time I forget my lunch. I am completely incapable of making such decisions.

IT IS THE WORST.

You know, besides things that are actual problems.

Stay cool.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I can't believe that someone has managed to combine two of my very favourite things together in one ULTIMATE package!

That's right, kids. Someone has thought to combine adorably funny and attractive men together with DANCE FIGHTS! YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!




I tried, but I just can't stay cool. Squee!

Well now I've really done it.

So I have to write some scripts. Like, two of them. Please join me on my horrifying journey through the panic of suddenly feeling like you do not have a single creative bone in your ENTIRE BODY. NOT EVEN IN YOUR FEET, AND THERE ARE LOTS OF LITTLE ONES IN THERE.

So yeah. This is going to be fun. Wheeeee!

Now if you will excuse me, I must go pray to the Almighty God, His Royal Highness Don Draper for some inspiration.