neighbour update: his name is Jeremy

Tomorrow is the day the Band and Martin Scorsese filmed The Last Waltz, in 1976. I feel as though I should leave Jeremy a letter telling him that, and asking him to watch it again. Or maybe just a letter saying

Jeremy and Emma,
Could I borrow The Last Waltz?
Signed,
Merely a Wall Away.

Always a source of entertainment, they are.

Anyway, someone said the greatest possible thing they could to me, the other day. I was stepping out of Dark Horse (where I've spent an inordinate amount of time lately, it's just so much closer than Manic and Ideal Coffee... and I'm in love with the barista who likes Edward Sharpe. And the one who laughed so much when I made a 'that's what she said' joke.) onto the sidewalk, Spadina... and this middle aged man, with a heavy accent said behind me, "That is a beautiful colour combination you are wearing. I am a painter, and I love colour. It is beautiful, I wish there was more colour like that around". I was so taken aback, I had just said to someone the day before, those are the kind of people I dress for. People who look to see. I told him it was the nicest possible thing he could have said to me, about my clothing, and walked with him for a few blocks out of my way. He studied at OCAD when it was just OCA, and was from the Czech Republic. It might be the best, most meaningful compliment I've ever received. Oh, and I was wearing dark red brogues, mustard yellow tights, a short, dark red jacket over a green and black knit sweater, with a navy purse... One of those outfits that you just feel right in, and clearly this man thought so too. It was wonderful.

Also wonderful: I was sitting in Dark Horse again today, writing a letter. To quote precisely, I had written, "... a fascinating person. And I usually reserve that term for the bearded man in plaid slacks sitting in the corner, reading about existential motifs in Russian literature, that I never talk to or see again..." The letter progressed, and I ate more scone and drank more latté. Then suddenly, in walks a bearded man wearing two plaid shirts. Not slacks, alas, but enough shirt to compensate. Okay, interesting. Then he sits across from me. In the corner. And pulls out a book. On. Nietzsche. I was so disconcerted, I just got up and left. I had completely concocted this figure in my head, and he suddenly just appeared. I stole the 'existential motifs' thing from Annie Hall, which is brilliant, by the way, but this guy was the personification of what I had written. It was uncanny. My heart actually started pumping like crazy, it was so weird.

Anyway, Annie Hall. Go watch it right now. Woody Allen is so frickin funny. And uh, I so know who I'm being for Hallowe'en next year, and/or every day until then.

Annieway, I have a lot of homework to do before tomorrow morning, and considering class was cancelled today and I had the entire day to do it... I should be ashamed of myself. HA. 

I've been singing Dylan's original "It Ain't Me, Babe" a lot lately. You should probably listen to it. 

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seeing blue is an individual experience

I've wondered that, forever... Is what I see as blue the same thing you see? And if all the colours are relative to each other... everyone might be seeing something completely different, and no one would KNOW because we have the same name for different things! It's wonderful, it is. That's from my Colour text book. I have a class called Colour Explorations. Clearly, I'm in the right place.

Neighbour update: They're not breaking up anymore, which sucks because I really hate Emma. She got mad at him last night for... oh shoot I can't remember what it was. They were flirting loudly, and suddenly she started crying, and he's like whaaat the heck? And she had some stupid reason, something that he said in they're fake flirt fighting offended her... So dumb. Anyway, tonight it was 'welcome home' sex at like, 6:00, which means they'll probably do it again before the night it through... Oh my GOODNESS this is repulsive.

I'm doing this project, an appropriation of this photo. The project is just appropriation, but I've chosen this... So I'm rethinking the idea of 'beauty' because this photo is sooo glamourous and classically beautiful, and delicate, and all those conventional sort of things... But now, ANYONE can be beautiful, so I'm taking a self portrait that explores 'interesting' as opposed to beautiful. Raw. High fashion. Make you question what's going on, rather than just sit there and have beauty hit you over the head. So I went to Sephora and said, hey, do what you went to school for on my face... And the girl was so excited, everyone goes into that place saying 'make me look natural'... Case in point. So she went to town with purple eyeshadow, blackened my eyebrows, made everything super intense and over the top... We wanted to block out my eyebrows completely, but didn't have the materials... It wasn't until I left that I remembered I had a gluestick in my backpack (holy art school) and we COULD HAVE, but oh well. This looked pretty sweet too. And the looks I got biking home, oh baby. I love drawing attention to myself. I'd much rather be interesting, than beautiful, and I mean that. Anyway, I'm printing off a self-portrait with all of this makeup, and the turban, and putting a couple layers of resin on it, with a chunk of rusty chain link fence replacing the lace... About 18x24. I'm excited to finish it, I'll probably have photos. Also, I just had a shower, and as a sort of experiment, didn't touch my face... Turns out, it's insanely waterproof. Seriously, not a speck of it moved. Impressive, I think it was mostly Makeup Forever... and she AIRBRUSHED ME. It was awesome. As if I was worried about the rain, on my way home...

My neighbour is playing the guitar. I have a love hate relationship with this guy. And check out this site, I might have to start something like this... although he's cleverer than me.

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