A little background history to the previous post:

The first tape I ever bought (from the Cavendish mall) was Erasure's S.O.S. It was all ABBA covers. I learnt 'Take A Chance On Me' and tried to lip-sych it with my friend Jackie for the talent show (we were in grade three). We didn't make the cut.

I never really liked ABBA that much before. But they are good.

I have loved this song since 2002.

vOULEZ vOUS

I didn't realize they were THAT good.

Being sick makes me think too much.

I'm Ranting

I always find it ironic that the people who are doing the most trivial things, such as making a living off of being 'cool' and looking 'cool', tend to think that their lives and work are 'real life', more real than other people who are not engaged in the same superficial sorts of things. These people believe that their opinions on important matters such as, "Is this person hot?" meaning that they have value, or currency is, in their eyes, right.
The people I work with are the least pretentious people I know and simultaneously dealing with things that matter, most importantly outside of themselves.
Living in New York, I also find it interesting that people come from such different backgrounds to pursue their careers in, say, fashion, media or international development. It doesn't have to do with belonging to a specific class (I used to think it did, which was my excuse for how people could be so narrow-minded).
I guess it's what we look for when we are growing up that saves us, whether it be knowing about really 'cool' hats, or music, or causes. I think the most important thing is not taking any of it too seriously. But when it's your livelihood, I think it's inevitable not to.

I didn't go home for Passover.

New roommates can be scary.

Stay Hungry

I am in Boston now for the WAM Conference, media and gender. I will tell you a secret: I don't really care anymore. I want to make experimental films about African music, something uplifting and artsy just for fun. I am still trying to get over the date I went on Thursday night, with a 42 year old French man with a nine year old daughter and girlfriend. I'm still in shock over the discussion we had. Without getting into it, it makes this whole feminist thing kind of besides the point in a way...

I am in Cambridge right now and it is amazingly quiet and clean and pretty and spacious and I understand the appeal now, after living in Brooklyn, it's so nice to have a bed and a window that faces other rooftops in silence. You can only hear the birds.

But I love New York sooo much, it's pretty addictive, I can see myself having an anxiety attack if I stayed here in Boston for too long and didn't go back.

The conference is at MIT, which is cool, because I love it there, I interned at the MIT Press three summers ago. It is very techno I must say. But I don't like walking through the school parking lots, it depresses me, reminds me of Loyola. I am sooo happy to be done with school, academia can be stifling at its best.