was looking for an old photo i never ended up finding… but saved all of these from my decrepit photobucket accounts. so curious how i pictured myself back then.
Ziy performing “Mofo”, a poem (Peterborough, April 2008)
fuck macho bullshit forever reminded me of this. yours truly makes an appearance at around @1:30. i can’t tell you how much it pains me not to have more occasions to boast that i am credited as a “fucking cunt” in a short video.
Decasia, Bill Morrison, 2002.
this triggered such a vivid memory. i remember when we screened this when i was director of the trent film society in 2007 and it was so entrancing… but at one point, it started getting even wierder, almost unwatchable. the screen would flicker black and brown, and got so dark at certain points we could barely make out the moving figures.
i forget who, but at one point someone realized this was not intentional. our projectionist (nick!) found that the cable plugging into the projector was slightly loose, adding digital distortion to an experimental film THAT IS ALL ABOUT DECAY AND DISTORTION. i think we laughed for a good 5 minutes before pressing play again, after having fixed the problem.
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Q And Not U - Kiss Distinctly American (by MsGenericaccountname)
as if it needed reconfirming… but this song is definitely one of my all-time favourites. for a few years there is was my go-to “last song” on mix tapes and mix cds… especially if i had a crush on you.
oh my gooooood listening to it brings back so many awkward memories. when i had a crush on a boy from upstate ny? my goal was to makeout with him to this song (omg 1st american kiss).
"in an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day. when the phone rings, i put it
to my ear without saying hello.
in the restaurant, i point
at chicken noodle soup. i am
adjusting well to the new way. late at night, i call my long-
distance lover and proudly say:
“i only used fifty-nine today.
i saved the rest for you.” when she doesn’t respond, i know
she’s used up all her words,
so i slowly whisper i love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
after that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe."
into each other’s eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day. when the phone rings, i put it
to my ear without saying hello.
in the restaurant, i point
at chicken noodle soup. i am
adjusting well to the new way. late at night, i call my long-
distance lover and proudly say:
“i only used fifty-nine today.
i saved the rest for you.” when she doesn’t respond, i know
she’s used up all her words,
so i slowly whisper i love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
after that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe."
—
the quiet world by jeffrey mcdaniel
another favourite poem.
red pantssssss
hilarious thing about fashion: hey anyone who read this who knew me when i was 15 - remember when i wore those high waisted bright red 1970s pants and was teased incessantly about it but still loved them to bits? and how it got me the nickname “mindy crotch shot” because it reminded my friends of mork & mindy (which i have never seen) and that “high waisted” pants to them just meant “it makes you look like you have a huge crotch? and how bummed out i was when they didn’t fit me anymore and my mom gave them away?
i wish i had a picture! but they were pretty much these without the belt.
we be rockin’ the sneakers with skirts.
me, poopyteresa and crushoneveryboy.
i found the livejournal community but UGH i wish the photo links weren’t dead! oh dear. this would be hilarious.
The Slits.
Punk pin badge circa 1977.
this reminds me: i used to be obsessed with wearing dresses/skirts with sneakers when i was 16-17. i think i might have even joined a livejournal community called sneakerswithskirts? oh man. the internet.
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being a fox in ‘81.
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mon papa à 50 ans! this is a wee bit belated, but hey why not. happy birthday.
