“Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talks that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.” –E.M. Forster
I came across the above quote a couple of days ago. Not sure what I was searching for when I found it but it made me think of blogging for some reasons. The most interesting blogs I’ve ever come across are the ones with exaggerated stories, so much so that it’s hilarious. Case in point, Hyperbole and a Half. Though the silly (but awesome) drawings also help.
Sometimes I wonder what my blog posts would be like if I exaggerated my stories. Probably wouldn’t be all that more interesting. Let’s see: I crocheted a toque for myself a couple of days ago using this yarn that’s so thick and fluffy. It took me long hours and a lot of perseverance and my fingers are numb still but it’s the bestest toque I’ve ever had!!! Um, yeah. Doesn’t help any. I can’t draw either. Le sigh. But it is a true story. Except for the numb fingers part. But I was trying to exaggerate. So there.
We’ve been listening to a lot of Dan Mangan lately. His latest album “Nice, Nice, Very Nice” was released last year but we didn’t find out how good it is until recently.
My first introduction to Dan Mangan was through a song called “Robots” which we practically listened to all summer. Troy and I like to sing along to it. There should be more songs written about robots.
There isn’t a song in this particular album that I don’t like, though I do like some songs more than others. Other than the two songs above, I really like “Tina’s Glorious Comeback”, “Basket”, “Et Les Mots Croisés”, “Some People” and “Set The Sails”.
Dan Mangan seems to limit his tour to Western Canada but I hope he’ll make his way to Southwestern Ontario soon because I would really love to see him perform live.
This past weekend I started manually re-posting blog entries from 2002 to 2004 that have been stuck on static pages for years into the current database system. Blog entries from 2004 — well, at least the ones with no dead links — are now in the system. I already started re-posting entries from 2003 but I’m currently stuck in the month of March because, well, 2003 wasn’t a very good year for me because that’s the year I lost my mother and reading the posts brings back bad memories. Things my nightmares are made of. I just couldn’t make myself to do the rest.
I know for a fact that I don’t remember much about 2003 aside from the things surrounding my mother’s death but apparently I don’t remember much about the earlier months of 2004 either. For instance, I didn’t remember winning another Bloggie Award in March 2004. But then again, things that are bigger than winning the Bloggies started to happen on the very same day which led me to where I am now — both geographically and emotionally — so I forgive myself for forgetting. :)
One of these days I’ll get around to re-posting the rest of the blog entries from 2003. One of these days.
I’ve seen people posting animated GIFs made of images taken from movie scenes here and there but I’ve never seen a whole blog full of them, until today. If we don’t, remember me is really fun to browse. Some of the animations are mesmerizing, others are just downright creepy.
(Two blog posts in one day? Oh my lord! What has this world come to?)
As soon as I wake up in the morning, I almost always have a really random thought pop into my head and I could never figure out what brought that on. (Otherwise, it wouldn’t be so random, would it?)
This morning, my random thought was about a Canadian TV show we never watched called Da Kink In My Hair. I said to Troy, I wonder if Da Kink In My Hair was cancelled. He said he hoped so and asked if I had a dream about that show last night. Nope. That was just my random morning thought of the day.
Yesterday, I gave Troy a double Vulcan sign with both my hands the first time I saw him in the morning. Either I was thinking about Star Trek and Spock or I just wanted him to live long and prosper, twice. Who knows. It just felt like the thing to do.
No, this is not going to be a self-congratulatory post about how a photo of mine got selected to be included in a book by an awesome group of photographers and writers called Utata that I’ve been a member of for years, nor is this about how somehow it ended up being on the cover of the book. No. This is going to be a post about how the photo came to be. This photo: