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Friday, March 31, 2006


my BA is almost finished. i can't believe it. i also can't believe that i'm going to be out of school for the first time since i was 5 years old. shocking. i heard back from the CBC the other day too... which means i am very likely going to be staying in montreal for another summer, while also doing radio. i've still got angst (see the previous post about this internship) and am eternally amazed that i've been selected for this really cool opportunity. i'm still reeling though from everything.

amidst all this, the SACOMSS art show is coming up next week, and on top of it all, our centre is being evicted again. please sign our petition, and check out the website e-mail the principal of mcgill, heather munroe blum also.

i will post more soon... must get back to reading.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

i shouldn't be writing this...

i really should be writing my paper. but, as procrastination would have it, i'm on blogger instead. i'm writing a paper about filipino american popular culture... including the work of Sabrina Alcantara-Tan of bamboo girl zine and Lynda Barry, author of the comic strip/graphic novel One Hundred Demons. both are absolutely brilliant artists/writers who i respect a lot. check out their work someimte. i read lynda barry's novel "cruddy" years ago, and didn't realize that she's a quarter pinoy. her comic strip is so bare, and heartbreaking and funny and real. i love it. it's dark, yet witty. and any comic strip that incorporates "tunga!", "kili kili" and "ay nako!" is good in my books. hahahaa.

magandang gabi, po. back to work for me.

Zhaleh - if you had to write to word 'diaspora' in colour markers, what colour would you choose?

Is it just me or is a diaspora never white?

(just a thought, at page 2/8)


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Monday, March 20, 2006

dietary needs

I'm in a big studying groove right now. It's passed midnight on a Sunday, but I'm motivated to work, somehow. I attribute it to the fact that I ate three square meals today, all sizeable, all healthy. Lots of ruits and vegetables were involved which is rare. It started off with green (St-Paddy's day) waffles at Connor's with loads of fresh fruit and syrup. I was stuffed. Then some vegetarian lasagna at anti-oppression day for SACOMSS (which was preceded by a fantastic "Theatre of the Oppressed" workshop in which I moved my body- ie. ran around a room- in ways that hadn't been done in months). Then in the late evening, as a study break, Christine and I split another lasagna and an avocado quesadilla, followed by sumptuous brownie with icecream at Lola Rossa. I just got home about an hour ago, and I feel like I have a lot of steam left. Note to self: eat healthy, feel good. Thank you Health Canada.

This weekend has been pretty good. I've been doing a lot of studying. Putting in time at the library and even getting some socializing with study buddies in. On Saturday I accompained Sarah to a barber shop on Parc to get her head shaved. It was quite the experience that I will elaborate on later, suffice it to say that she emerged sometime later, looking quite like Michel Foucault, which was the look she was going for for her presentation tomorrow afternoon (in her religious studies seminar). I also got to hang out with Christine which hasn't happened in eons. And I met Connor's wonderful parents at brunch, which, along with the green dyed waffles, made me happy. Oh, and Friday was Mae's birthday, where much fun was had by all in Chinatown--- yummy food followed by bubble tea.

I've figured out the equation for happiness:

Food + Friends /reasonable productivity = my satisfaction


and tomorrow is Norouz.

Happy New Year everyone!

(now back to Castro's "History Will Absolve Me")....

Oh Norouz...

Now I remember what I did around St-Paddy's last year...

was that the same weekend - well, here's a virtual card, and I suppose you'll have to wait a few months for the brownies.

I miss you...


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Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Happy International Women's Day!

just because, and because we women have a ways to go before our vaginas don't preclude our power in the eyes of others.

Girls can wear jeans
And cut their hair short
Wear shirts and boots
’cause it’s ok to be a boy
But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading
’cause you think that being a girl is degrading
But secretly you’d love to know what it’s like
Wouldn’t you?
What it feels like for a girl

spoken like a true feminist Madonna (+ co writer Guy Sigsworth)
I promise to follow with something more articulate soon. When my budding carpal tunnel isn't rearing its ugly head....
hope you all celebrated well.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006


almost every day i ride the metro. not because i necessarily want to, but more out of convenience. in the summer i liken myself to a road warrior, battling the streets but in actuality riding painfully slowly on my second-hand mountain bike. i love breathing in this city through its streets. but its underground offers its moments too... warmth, sometimes suffocating, sometimes life saving. certainly speed, efficiency, as i mentioned before, but also heartache, silence, sideways glances... same as above ground except more contained. on mornings when i feel like it, i pay the toll to the different, but rotating men holding the heavy doors open at the foot of the stairs leading from the bus station into the metro. the turnstiles are not too far away. sometimes i race down the escalator to the angrignon side at breakneck speeds (because, usually if i hear the train coming i'm already running late). from there on in, it is usually uneventful. i stand with the rest of those on the way to work, school, shopping... is there anything else that people in this world do? heh...

most of the time the car is quiet. people don't speak to one another, except for a few friends maybe. on friday and saturday nights there is that buzz of going out and alcohol and fun.
the other day on my 4 stop ride home, the train was pretty full. i glanced out of the corner of my eye a guy seated, and he was gazing to his left with a look on his face- his eyes, his mouth, his smile- of complete adoration. there was someone in front of me, so i couldn't see exactly who he was looking at at first, but i thought to myself, it could only be someone that he cares for deeply. lo and behold as i got out of the metro car, i saw the girl seated next to him--- the object of his attention and affection...

"prochaine station... beaudry"

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

love angel music baby - love-hate (LOVE!) retail.

My love is in Thailand (but returning soon, much to my self-indulgent delight) and like any self respecting capitalist I sent him a list of items that he could procure for me in the markets of the city. A great thing about the third world is the easy access to pirated goods, reproductions, counterfeits and production overruns, all of which run at much lower prices than any comparable goods here in our privileged abodes and shopping malls. So when I was having a look at designer bags online, I couldn't help but be shocked that someone could actually spend hundreds of dollars on a fucking tote bag. A handbag--- going for like, $895 USD. Have a look at the madness. Maybe I'm just getting to self-righteous with age and a bachelor's degree... i have a place in my heart for marc jacobs. But remind me of this post if I ever end up wearing any of his goods. Someone was talking recently about how the modern religion is capitalism and they are so so right. Remember Giuliani's advice to New Yorkers following 9/11? Heh...

observation number one - Zhaleh just cursed.

observaion number two - Is it just me, or is it spring, or is everyone indulging in a little retail therapy this week? I just got two little plastic (very kawai) purses at the hyaku-en shop(=dollar store), and walked away feelign extremely thankful that that is the only store in town with anything remotely cool.

Don't worry, I'll keep you in check with the Marc Jacobs... And remind me to tell you about my mothers rationale for legitimising a shopping excursion come July/August... I couldn't believe what I was hearing...


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