That’s right, the heart-throb rocker Geddy Lee from Rush and I went for lunch. Ok, so actually he was at the same restaurant, Crush, where I was having lunch with former coworkers. And, he has no idea who I am, and until yesterday when my former boss got giddy with excitement and hushed across the table “It’s Geddy Lee, from Rush” and I silently wondered: “is that some kind of band?”, had no idea who GL was. But now I know, and saw him in the flesh. And while I cannot boast to have heard his songs, I can say with certainty that I saw someone famous recently. So congrats – you’re reading the blog of someone who saw someone who was once famous and influencial.
Geddy, on the far left, apparently has good taste in restaurants. 
I am not exactly sure what it is about some works that make them timeless, that make them ruthless and powerful, or even just neat. But in art, as with all things, it is important that it be beautiful, even if jarring – a piece that does not engage the senses is simply an idea. Here are (shamelessly drawn from their artists’ sites) some visual stimuli that I find work.
But first, my favorite artist is the elusive Tamara deLempicka. She inspired my current ambitions: to be a Russian emigree, American divorcee, and fine all the while.
And as for contemporary, local artists, I have been taken with the work of a young man who likes both guns and birds. http://www.scottwaters.ca/
The pigeons in particular remind me of this pair who live in my loft’s lightwell.
An oldie but a goodie – my friend Jasmine is getting married soon, very soon indeed and I am sad to not be at her wedding this weekend. Shown here with Ararat actor, David Alpay at the 2002 Toronto International Film Festival.
Imagine if all those funny, odd, random overheard half conversations were captured and shared with the world… well it has been done for NYC!
http://persistent.info/overplot/
You read fanfiction. You’ve searched Google for an ex. After yourself. The WB CW has quality candy. You’ve taken care of business thinking about your neighour (or boss, or dentist). You’re a first time caller but long time listener… And refer to celebrities by their first names.
Embrace the shame-yummy trash. Or maybe it’s just me… maybe.
Seriously. Skinny jeans are horrid. Just another reminder – much like clam diggers and boat pants – that those under 5′11″ and over 115 were not consulted during the fashion planning stage.
I guess my plaid mini and leggings will have to suffice the season. damn.
Indeed. I now have a blog, which means you are privy to my world – real or imaginary, it’s a dazzling world of indecision and glamour. welcome.
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