[04 Jan 2008|11:08am] The day has come, all. I've jumped ship. You can now visit me here It's been fun! post comment

Time keeps on ticking... [18 Oct 2007|08:35pm] It's ironic that the very thing we are hoping to explore with this project is the very thing that is hindering it's progess. Where has all the time gone? Last friday, Jimmy and I set out to work on our Time video. With a few simple story boards in hand, we shot a few various clips, and got a feel for the direction we were headed.  Jimmy signed out the camera for the weekend, to get the off-site footage we needed. As soon as monday approached, we realized that we both had completely conflicting schedules. There were still a few on-location things we needed, and none of our footage had been uploaded yet. We managed to meet up on wednesday and get the last of our shots (one of which included Jimmy's brother drumming in the middle of the parking lot at midnight). We both had relatively clear schedules today, and dropped the camera off at the IT department to transfer all the footage. We had no idea it would be such a time-consuming process. As it stands, the footage is off the camera, but IT doesn't have time to burn the footage until tomorrow. If they have it ready by the morning, I'll have a solid 5 hours to edit. I've spend the evening giving myself a crash-course in iMovie. After my share of frustrations, I've enjoyed a fair bit of success. I know how to edit, what to edit, and what else needs to be done. But before that, we wait. post comment

Walking on Water [12 Oct 2007|01:38pm] Hello again! It's just about time for our media language class, and I re-read my checklist for this blog, and realized I emitted my comments on Madeline L'engle's "Walking on Water". Well, truth be told, I couldn't find the photocopied chapter Petra assigned. But, my sister is currently persuing her Masters degree in creative writing, and she's suggested this book, which she owns, on several occasions. So, I've taking to reading bits and pieces before bed. I don't have time for a proper response now, but I'm going to share with you some favourite quotes. The whole notion of trying to understand that perfect balance between faith and art is daunting, to say the least. Thats why L'Engle's opening to the novel is particularly appropriate: "Some of these questions don't have finite answers, but the questions themselves are important. Don't stop asking, and don't let anybody tell you the questions aren't worth it. They are." And, appropriately, she echoes this sentiment in her conclusion: "Don't be afraid to be afraid." Here are some more perfect little gems from the memoir: "To try to talk about art and about Christianity is for me one and the same thing, and it means attempting to share the meaning of my life, what gives it, for me, its tragedy and its glory. It is what makes me respond to the death of an apple tree, the birth of a puppy, northern lights shaking the sky, by writing stories." “As Christians (and artists) we live by revelation, so we must be careful to never get ourselves into rigid molds.” And one more, before I head to class: "Because I am a struggling Christian, it's inevitable that I superimpose my awareness of all that happened in the life of Jesus upon what I'm reading, upon Buber, upon Plato, upon the Book of Daniel. But I'm not sure that's a bad thing. To be truly Christian means to see Christ everywhere, to know him as all in all." post comment

Time + Sound = Rhythm [09 Oct 2007|09:49am] Jimmy first approached me about this project a few weeks ago. He described it as a short video, rooted in time, that moved from a small drop in the water to the thunderous sounds of nature. Immediately, I was intrigued with this idea, and began to invision my own rhythmic pendulum swing.  At first, I saw a clock, the master of our day-to-day existence, dictating our future…tick tick tick tick Then, I saw that drop of water in the bathtub…drip drip drip drip To the hand, tapping a pen on a piece of paper…click click click click To the uproarious clang of a drummer drumming…bang bang bang bang To the shuffled sounds of feet, marching one by one down a crowded hall…thump thump thump thump To the running heels of a dog, mid-motion…clunk clunk clunk clunk To the rhythmic sounds of branches blowing in the wind…swish swish swish swish To thunderous sound of the clouds crashing…rumble rumble rumble rumble And, to the drop of water…drip drip drip  As I envisioned saw this collage of sound spread out before, I tried to approach a new way of looking at the constraints of time. This sort of piece would display the irony of a single clock and a clap of thunder all operating under the same rules, all steadily marching along…1, 2, 3, 4.  When I created a photojournal of my fish, it displayed a sense of freedom from time. Every time I took his picture, even though it was at the same time every day, he moved. The setting shifted. The light changed. It was as if he was immune from the monotony of the steady seconds ticking by. This sort of project seeks to flip that idea on its head. No matter what you are, where you are, or what you’re doing, you are under time’s umbrella. Perhaps what also sets this project aside is the inclusion of sound. Once time and sound begin to mingle, they create rhythm. And the story changes shape one more time. From rhythm, we reach music. It is with finely selected editing that I hope this montage would capture the natural, never changing rhythms of the universe – The music that keeps us all going from one hour, one minute, one second to the next. This song, in particular, would be wonderful musical accompaniment to this project as the credits roll down.   post comment

Down the Runway, Into the Bus [07 Oct 2007|07:41pm] I can count the number of times I’ve been to the AGH on one hand. It’s embarrassing in a way. I’m a fourth year art major, and every time I go I tell myself, “I really should do this more often!” because I’m always met with something new and inspiring. This time around, It was the very same story. I encountered exhibits that explored visual languages by means I’ve never encountered. The exhibit we came to see was RUNWAY: Contemporary Fashion by Richard Robinson. I was immediately intrigued by this collection. The world of fashion is fascinating, on and off the runway. What struck me most was seeing these divine creations in a gallery, as opposed to an E! Red Carpet Special. It reclaimed the fashion world as a valid form of artistic expression, and validated the craft that is fashion design. It was with a similar attitude that I approached my favorite work in the gallery, Kim Adams “Bruegal-Bosh Bus”. I simply cannot do justice to this ongoing installation piece. It is, in a word, magical. At first glance, it almost seemed as if Adams had taken my childhood and encapsulated for all eternity. The work, in simplest terms, is built around an orange 1970’s Volkswagen bus. The bus is covered in toys, planes, trains, automobiles and everything in between. It’s like the ultimate altar to 21st centaury pop-culture. It’s whimsical and capricious - and yet, at the same time, there is a very disturbing quality to the piece. The gallery wall notes rightly label it as “a futuristic diorama…a funhouse, but also prompting to the serial preoccupations looming large in the 21st Century – consumerism, materialism, homogenization of cultures…” The very place in which the bus sat added to this dark quality subverting the work. Directly behind the bus is a large glass window, through which we see a breath-taking view of the city. The city, in all it’s grime and glory, it’s smoke stacks and its mountain tops, appears to be the very place that inspired Adams to create this “dialectical vehicle”.  It’s a site and spectacle to behold. It gives new meaning to musty toys that were previously regarded as mere remnants from a life spent inside the play-pen.  And it may very well be the most accurate reflection of the post-modern world that we live in. It truly is a tower of Babel for the 21st century.                        post comment

Beginnings, ends, and all that's in between. [03 Oct 2007|02:00pm] click to enlarge Hello again all, My posting habits as of late leave something to be desired, but I have a few entries worth of content to share with you lovely people now. First, the banners which I mentioned were printed and used in Saturday's Celebration Service. They look great! The colours and resolution came out just right. In order to create the final piece I went about retracing the whole work in Illustrator, line by line, but it paid off. Also, last week in lieu of an actually Media Language class, we drove down the mountain to spend some time at the AGH. Twas' wonderful. I'm just touching up my response and will be posting that later. And lastly, but surely not least, I've be picking (or rather, ticking?) away at my TIME project. Which was, to do the same thing, at the same time, everyday for 10 days, and document this action. Still with me? Well, everyday for the last 10 days I've been taking a picture of our houses' beta fish, Bad Bad Leroy Brown. Honestly, this sort of exercise produced some very interesting results. I'll post those tonight, and share some comments from the class tomorrow night. post comment

Great Is God's Faithfulness [21 Sep 2007|12:46pm] I've been playing with this phrase all summer long. Using it on post-cards, on flyers, on invites. I've look at those words for months now, without ever contemplating their meaning. Within these first few weeks, I've had to figure out not only what these words mean, but what they mean to me. In the first instance, I tackled these words in a more literal context through my first ( editorial as editor of The Crown ) The second task way in which I had to engage these words was through the assigned creation of a liturgical banner for our worship space at school. With many different religious symbols and archetypes swirling around in my head, I landed on a tree. Why? Firstly, our story of faithfulness and salvation begins with a tree, and ends with one. This cyclical nature is also shown by the inclusion of the "alpha" and "omega" symbols. Trees are constant, returning with each new season. The background I landed on looks like the breaking of the dawn - "morning by morning new mercies I see". Here are the various version I went through before landing on my final:                                And the final: click to enlarge. post comment

[17 Sep 2007|10:47am] Hello again, web-savy friends. This blog, which has previously proved to be a place for me to shoot my mouth off at any particular moment, but has only seen 2 entries from the year 2007, with undergo a major change in pace as of today. For my media language class, we were instructed to set up a blog to act as sort of an online sketchbook. Well, I already have a blog, and I've been far to lazy to use it for anything else as of late, so here we go! Sheer Ingenuity shall hence forth house all of my greatest media language creations. Enjoy. post comment

What are you, STRUPID? [24 Jun 2007|09:28pm] Hello again! My mom bought party mix, comprised entirely of various chips of chocolate, differing in size and flavor, and I think there are a few peanuts thrown for good measure. I don't say it often, but it is TASTY. I say tasty all the time...I'm a huge liar. Just a forewarning - this blog, come September, will exist for one purpose only. Complaining. Obviously, that's the general slant of most of my material already. But, the complaining will take on a more specific tone. Mostly, well, entirely because I'm kinda sorta the editor-in-chief of my schools newspaper! Yikes. Ahaha, it's laughable, the prospect. The thing of it is, is, it's not a prospect. It's the truth. The truth. The truth. The truth. Yup, no matter how many times I say it, still scary. I haven't heard back from half the staff yet...should I be concerned? Maybe this will all turn out warm and rosy, like...Devil Wears Prada. Except that doesn't work at all, because Meryl Streep was the heartless editor-in-chief, and I just wanna be the pretty intern who gets a fabulous new wardrobe and occasionally kisses Adrien Granier. Yes, this is a very problematic comparison indeed. I suppose I'm intimidated because dating back, oh, five hundred years or so, my predecessors have all been akin to one another in that they were organized, punctual, and so much more involved than I. I'm an under-the-radar sort of person - you know, an album review here, a snide comment there and so the story goes. And now, I have the 12 unwritten editorials looming, and the sole responsibility of keeping The Crown from being unintentionally humourous. Nobody reads these days anyways, right? Book-learnin' is a thing of the past! Ha...Ha. Oh Lordy. Breathe. post comment

[11 Jun 2007|07:33pm] [ mood | silly ] [ music | Moving Pictures, Silent Films - Great Lake Swimmers ] So I promised well-composed thoughts, or if those proved absent a funny picture. You get neither. Instead you get to hear just how badly my fingers hurt after picking up a guitar for the first time in six months. (See how I did that? Casually mentioned me playing the guitar in an oh-no-nonchalant manner in order to subconsciously up my cool level in your mind? Sensational!) Since there is only so much I can say in that regard, I'll tell you about my day. Or rather, I'll exclaim over the fact that I just spent my whole day in DOWNTOWN GEORGETOWN, by choice! Sorta. Now whether you know a little or a lot about Georgetown, I doubt whether anyone has ever led you to believe it's a metropolis of cultural living. Most would argue it's quite the opposite. I would have counted myself among them, until only recently. Let me explain: I'm doing some work for my university's graphic design department over the summer, and my boss tries to set us up off site when he gets the chance, for learning purposes etc. etc. Because our actual office was closed today due to power issues, he arranged for me to meet with an ad agency in Georgetown. It turns out the said agency was actually a 2 minute walk by my house, in Downtown Georgetown. Much to my surprise, it is very much a real agency people. With big mac attack computers, hard wood floors, fancy leather couches and high profile clients - all sitting just a few doors down from the McGibbon! (A dirty hotel that serves as a watering hole for all of Georgetown's seedy underbelly). Anyways, my time there was enjoyable and very informative. I chatted with the head of the company, then had some one-on-one time with the designers (which cemented my hunch that I will most definetly have to continue going to school for graphic design after my last year at Redeemer. Anyways, we'll talk about my future some other post). In addition to the impressive work space, this agency was full of highly trained, classy individuals, some of which even lived in Georgetown (others still managing a commute from Toronto). So, Georgetown: 1, cynical Julie: 0. I had know I would be venturing into the downtown area for about a week now, So on Saturday, after picking through one too many split ends, I arranged for a hair appointment in a relatively new salon, just down the street from the agency. I was hesitant, but desperate. And now, I'm satisfied and...new haired? The salon was a trendy little find, and fitting for a student on a budget like myself. The old art-deco ceilings gave it a real sense of atmosphere and the walls even showcased local artistic talent. Impressed. Chalk another point up to D.T. With my fancy new do in show, I continued my mini-tour of the Georgetown I used to only to visit in order to rent movies or buy freezies. I ooed and awwed over all the gorgeous high-end clothing merchandise at Moxi, and even tried on some vintage minidresses at the Salvation Army. You heard me, the Sally-Anne. Now while I didn't have time to check out every store on the block, last weekend my sister Adele and I enjoyed a Starbucks-level Vanille Frappe at the Coffee shop on the corner, and I've heard nothing but rave reviews for the bistro and pub only feet away. And the crowning jewel on Downtown Georgetown's newly granted tiara: the children's bookstore is shutting down the street on Midnight, July 21st, for a street party celebrating the release of the new Harry Potter book. How could I not be wooed? All in all, New York it isn't, but better than spending all night and day updating my facebook status? It sure is. Wow, that was a positively glowing review. That ad agency should have hired me on the spot. post comment

[23 Feb 2007|11:32am] yoohoo! just trying this old thing on again for funsies. so what's new? post comment

[21 Nov 2006|01:53am] [ music | Love's Lost Guarentee - Rogue Wave ] Shhhhhh! My roommates think I'm studying for a French Midterm. Hooo ha. Instead I'm here. With nothing to say...maybe I should consider actually studying... So who wants to play 'pick a life for jules?' I'm thinking about televising it, you know, a whole show. I'd have a wheel. And get the guy from Uh-oh! to host it. Wouldn't that be swell? 1 comment|post comment

[11 Nov 2006|01:35pm] Blogging. Reasons I do it. I'm troubled. I'm restless I'm bored I'm inspired I'm compelled I'm angsty ...I'm procrastinating. When is it not to soon to have a Christmas ringtone? post comment

[23 Oct 2006|01:06am] Hi World! I wish I could emit some sort of sonic signal, to out to all those folk still awake. You know, a little 'we're all looking at the same sky' thing. Hi guys, it's okay. We're all insomniacs at some point. But really, this isn't insomnia. Even the word 'Insomnia' connotes some sort of stress or anxiety. I'm just too content here, at my desk, to make the move across by room to my bed. I'm not ready for sleep, not just yet. So I guess this is the opposite of insomnia... Oh well, either way, I'm awake and so are you. I went to NY two weekend ago. It was magical. If you haven't been, get there. Now. And stay, my family wouldn't let me. post comment

[30 Sep 2006|10:40pm] [ mood | rejuvenated ] [ music | Don't Think Twice, It's Alright ] Hey Dudes and Dudettes, Check it. I'm blogging now. I know, t'is tres exciting. Actually, I'm doing the lazy man's blogging -  just posting an article I wrote for the Crown. It's about T.V...I can practically smell my pulizter. I hopa you lika. ___________________________________________________________________________ TV For the College Kid - Not so dismal afterall As we quickly approach the one-month mark at our collective universities, most of us young scholars have established a comfortable day-to-day routine. We know what days we can sleep in, what busses we have to catch, and what classes we might skip once and again. But somehow, someway, we always make sure to catch that one hour of sweet commercial-saturated T.V goodness. Is there anything wrong with being a devout T.V watcher? Absolutely not, because for the first time in recent memory there happens to be a handful of shows that are well worth tuning into. And to help you sort the gems from the duds, I offer you a brief T.V roundup.   “Scalpel, Watson!”             With ER going into its 50th season or so, many of us thought it safe to assume that the medical drama was either dead, or should be. But over the last two years, the genre has been boldly brought back to life by such programs as Grey’s Anatomy and House. Grey’s is a slick soap opera set in a very pretty hospital where very pretty doctors and even prettier interns find themselves in some very ugly situations. While it’s an entertaining hour of soapy drama, House is the doctor worth checking in with.   Hugh Laurie stars as the abhorring grouchy Dr. House, a middle aged diagnostician with a pain in is his leg and a chip off his shoulder. He’s callous, thoughtless, rude and positively brilliant. Dr. House leads his team of (again very pretty) doctors in a quest to solve only the most bizarre medical mysteries. House plays out like an old Sherlock Holmes novel, complete with a Watson-esque sidekick named Wilson. House also succeeds on more levels than Grey’s because it doesn’t shy away from the more complicated issues surrounding medicine, science and religion. For those who tire of the weekly bed-hopping that can slow down Grey’s Anatomy, House is the perfect remedy. Catch the wickedly witty and surprisingly sexy doctor on Global and Fox, Tuesdays at 8:00.   “Goodbye, Newman” It’s a well known fact that college kids have an intense, sometimes very odd, sense of humour. We’re always looking the latest greatest thing on the comic radar. So to my fellow students still mourning over the demise of Seinfeld and Frasier, you can put the Kleenex box away much thanks to the one-two punch combination of My Name is Earl and The Office, airing back to back on Thursday nights. The Office especially has brought back the joy of the situation comedy. It abandons old sitcom conventions like the laugh track, and opts for a drier, realistic style. Set in the cubicles of the Dunder Mifflin Paper Company, this show resonates with anyone who’s had to work under a boss whose IQ scarce rivals a block of cheese.  While Steven Carrel’s Michael Scott delivers most of the laughs, the supporting cast is nothing short of hilarious. And if that’s not enough win you over, at the show’s core is the tale of salesman Jim and receptionist Pam, who share a love story so sweet it leaves Ross and Rachel in the dust. This is a show you can’t afford to miss, see it every Thursday at 8:30 on NBC and Global.     “INSERT CLEVER HEADING” Before Steve Carrel was bossing people around Dunder Mifflin, he was honing his comedic skills while working as a “correspondent” on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart.  Airing simultaneously on CTV and the Comedy Network, this faux newscast is a funny, clever, informative and often scathing look at the daily news in politics, foreign affairs and everything in between. Directly following The Daily Show is The Colbert Report with Stephen Colbert.  The Colbert Report is another faux newscast, only this time lead anchor Stephen Colbert takes on the persona of an ego-obsessed red-state republican news anchor. It’s a ridiculous concept, and Stephen is in a word, delightful. It’s the perfect night closer for the poli-sci enthusiast or anyone else seeking to laugh while they learn.   “Chuck Norris wears Jack Bauer pajamas” If it’s high-octane action and conspiracy theories you’re after, keep your Mondays reserved until January, when super-agent Jack Bauer returns to primetime in his latest bout with international terrorists on 24. While 24 may at first appear to be nothing more than a T.V version of Die Hard, it’s quite the opposite. The performances are riveting and plot lines politically loaded. To top it off, Kiefer Sutherland’s portrayal of Jack Bauer gives us a glimpse into deeply complicated, broken man. It’s a somber and bracing take on the all-American action hero. With all five seasons now released on DVD, it’s easy to get caught up before season six kicks off in January.                         There you have it, a brief but informative look at the state of today’s “idiot box”. So go ahead and treat yourself with one of these worthwhile shows every in the midst of your hectic schedules. But before you do, I leave you with this final piece of advice: please, please, please steer clear of anything that involves a panel of three judges, the promise of a million dollars, celebrities dancing, or a billionaire with a bad toupee.   Other quick-picks: Drama: LOST – Wednesdays @ 9:00 It’s Gilligan’s Island meets The Twilight Zone Action: Prison Break – Mondays @ 8:00 It’s 24 meets The Shawshank Redemption Comedy: Scrubs – Thursday starting January It’s Family Guy  meets General Hospital _________________________________________________________________________  ...So? I know. It's kinda boring - basically something akin to what the TV guide publishes every september. If there's one thing you can applaud me for it's the fact that I wrote about the Office and managed to skip past the fact that I would happily bare Jim Halpert's babies.  Fare thee well ;)  post comment

Sorry to have to do this [18 Aug 2006|12:02pm] Okay, so my plan back-fired (this is Robine, by the way). Instead of Julie getting annoyed with my entry and posting her own, she was like, "oh yeah, do that anytime. it's actually kinda refreshing. I could add your name to the blog if you want." But that is not what I want. I had a blog (if you could call it that, it was really more of a blig) and then realized I suck at it. I just want to waste hours upon hours reading other peoples' blogs. And lurking, always lurking, never commenting. That is what I want.  But here I am, bliggety-blogging. What can I write about? Well, I'll share about my day. Today is my day off. I had two objectives for today: 1) go shopping and find a cheap new jacket or some cheap comfy dress shoes, both for teacher's college/practicum and 2) take off the last bit of wallpaper in my kitchen, for which I have already moved the stove. So far I have attempted and failed number 1, and not gotten started on 2. Let's talk about 1). It was seriously depressing. Of course I knew going in that I was shopping for fall stuff, and so it was not likely to be on sale. But honestly, what business does Old Navy have charging $50 for a jacket with no lining that doesn't even have any buttons? Seriously! And shoes! Don't get me started on shoes for ladies size 10. The only ones that are ever on sale are the huge chunky ones. Hello! size 10 people will never buy those, not for 5 cents. Size 10 feet are big, why would I want shoes to make my feet look bigger, and myself look like a big tall ogre? Why? Can't you just make me some nice black dress shoes that are not plastic and don't dig into my heels and don't cost  $50 when they're only worth about $12? Why? And don't get me started on those centre court vendors who won't take no for an answer. I said no, I do not want a free demo, because you are going to use that free demo to make me feel sorry for you and buy your useless product. Do I look like I have time and money to waste? I hate malls right now. And that is very unlike me. But, on the very small bright side, I found a cookie that changed my life. After my disgruntled "shopping" experience, I decided I needed something from Timothy's World Coffee. And it was going to be sweet and so very far from boring and all for me. So I looked at things and the lady behind the counter looked at me. I picked up a saran-wrapped shortbread cookie with something chocolate in the middle but I couldn't tell quite what so, naturally, I squished it. And the lady saw me squish it. So I then I felt I had to buy it. Well. That was the best decision I ever made. The chocolate thing? A whole triangle of toblerone chocolate. It made the whole excursion worthwhile. 1 comment|post comment

commandeer! [03 Aug 2006|08:25am] [ mood | sneaky! ] [ music | White Noise! ] Hello readers of Julie's blog! This is not Julie. It is I, her sister, Robyn. I have commandeered this blog because, well, I have nothing better to do right now.  And I thought, "wouldn't it be funny if the password Julie gave me to set up my (now defunct) Livejournal account was the same one she uses for hers?" And lo and behold--it is! This entry probably won't be around for very long. Julie might be tres annoyed with me because I'm cramping her cynical hipster style with my bubble gum cheek, but she has the power to delete. So what's going on with Julie's life? Well, she's still working at the garden centre, flashing that bobbly ponytail around like her shit don't stink. She went camping with her g-town friends this past week-end, and had one night of  wet camping misery with her sisters not as recently. The said night of misery is now, of course, quite amusing for us to reflect upon, especially the somber drive home and the insistence that we all eat bacon and eggs and watch the Last Unicorn when we got home, instead of sleeping the whole afternoon. She has been scheduled to work the holiday Monday, which is sad for me because I wanted her to work for free and help me take down wallpaper and paint my kitchen on that day. And then have a paint fight in our underwear. *sigh* Alright, Julie, I see now that blogging isn't as easy as it looks. But that's still no excuse for writing about things like Pilate. or pilates. I am curious how long it will take you to discover this li'l gem of an entry. Anyone ready to place bets?  So long, folks. This will likely be the last time you hear from me, as Julie will promptly change her password next time. Sayonara. Al vitise. Good bye. 3 comments|post comment

[22 Jul 2006|01:05am] [ music | Mercy - Pilate ] AWWWWWWW, I really didn't want to be at THIS point again...you know, realizing its been about a month...and having to apologize to no one for not being a diligent blogger. So let's not be at that point again. Let's carry on, brush past that and get to the goods. ...Hmm, turns out there are no goods. I could bitch about something again? All in favour say I? Well, I concluded something today. Pilates new album just happens to be  the new X&Y. Highly anticapted, only come out of the oven as one big batch of underwhelming served with a substanstial side of dissapointment. And NOW, with my  windows media player on random, a song from Pilates first excellent  album randomly came on, and it's just makin' me sad. "In a sea of painted whispers did I drown?" No Pilate, not this time. This time you drown in a a sea of shallow lyrics, unoriginal rhythms, rushed tempos and radiohead-knock-off videos. Gah, this hurts even more than the Pirates of the Caribbean II (like seriously, swallowed by a sea monster?) Thank-goodness for Rogue Wave's 'Eyes' eh Laura? EDIT: Ooookay, so I've given Pilate a solid hour of my time, and it doesn't totally blow. There are 5, not 4, songs that I have actually taken a liking too. Therefore, it moves up from the ranks of stinky sophmore album, to safe-but-satisfying sophmore album. 3 comments|post comment

[28 Jun 2006|11:19pm] Help! This blog is dying! Quick mates, man the deck! All hands on...board? Oh bother, thats not right at all. 3 comments|post comment

[12 Jun 2006|10:20pm] [ mood | mellow ] I think I've figured out why I haven't written in the blog as of late-  N E W Y O R K See, we Konyndyks are so damn excited about the trip we're planning to New York in October. All I can think of is the fat entry that will follow our two night stint in the Big Apple. Some day I get to write about New York! The land of Sex and the City, Newsies, SNL, Broadway and the Soup Nazi! So why on EARTH spend time boring you with mundane musings of life at a garden center? (Isn't it funny how I can concoct a perfectly plausible excuse for laziness, just like that? You totally bought it too, sucker) But seriously, we ARE going to New York, New York in October. It just has absolutely nothing to do with my apparent lack fo entries. It is responsible however for the fruition of the... 2 comments|post comment

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