photo: Now Magazine
I ran across the above photo in this week’s style section in Now Magazine. If this hideous little fashion number really represents the styling we can expect to see all summer, I’ll gladly take another three months of mitts & parka – please and thank you! (Are those lime green bicycle shorts – avec stilettos?!!)
I was in a cab last night, feeling super-anxious as I was stupidly late to meet a friend for dinner. Adding to my impatience was the fact that the weather had turned snowy (aren’t we two seconds away from spring, wtf?) and the cab driver was taking it easy, aurgh! I didn’t care that the minivan in front of us was dangerously sliding all over Bathurst, I was late for dinner!
Sitting smack dab in the middle of the taxi’s backseat, I was positioned a little higher than usual – making my line of sight clearly visible to the driver through the rearview mirror. But I wasn’t conscious of this yet.
The cabbie asked me, “east or west of Bathurst?”
Given the current debate around music and intellectual property rights, it’s no surprise that Negativland has come up twice on my media radar in the last week; one mention by Alan Cross on the Ongoing History of New Music and once in an Alternet article posted just today.
The Alternet article talks to Francis Hwang, a chap who recently decorated an iPod box with U2 and Negativland images, loaded it up with Negativeland music and tried to sell it on ebay as art.
A few years ago I went to see a highly regarded psychic and she blew my mind. She had it all: names, places, warnings, advice and more. When the consultation concluded, I was so tired I just wanted to sleep for three days. My “psychic space” had been tapped and reflected back to me and I wasn’t sure how to deal with it.
The word “invasion” may be too strong to describe my experience considering I invited the psychic into my great void, but there was definitely an intrusion of some kind. Truthfully, I’ve found comfort in some of my neuroses and when they were revealed as just that, well it was hard to continue to justify them. I’ve never gone back but maybe one day when I’m ready to do some work with what’s made manifest, I will.
On the lighter side of my encounter was a piece of advice the psychic gave me. “Watch out for a woman named Sandra at work.”
At the time I didn’t know anyone at my place of work named Sandra, so I just fluffed it off. Until… several years later I started a new job with a much bigger company and the chances of working with a Sandra increased. Well, how about three Sandras?!
It was kind of funny at first but as I started working with the Sandras, I realised two of them had the potential and attitude to do serious damage to me. So I had this hilarious internal dialogue/battle going on whenever I had to directly deal with them. The psychic warned that a woman named Sandra would misrepresent my actions in a negotiation or crisis situation. I made sure everything I worked on with them was complete and in good standing all the time. I didn’t let a thing slide.
Nothing catastrophic ever occured (personality conflicts here and there) and the two Sandras are now gone from the company. I just hope the third Sandra, the Sandra under the radar, isn’t the one I should really be looking out for.
Who wants to be in a state of Sandra?
Recently I wrote about an insulting commercial that encourages women to ask their doctor about “Julie’s Story” – Julie being the attractive, weight-conscious woman featured in said ad. The commerical insinuates that Julie needs to lose five pounds to be truly fulfilled.(As my huzbond says, “the jeans she bought in grade six just don’t fit anymore”.)
The Globe and Mail recently published a piece that eloquently echoes my anguish. BTW – Julie’s story is about peddling Xenical, a weight loss drug. Surprise, surprise.