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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Sometimes

Sometimes I dream about this place because I love it.

It's such a secret.

Very few people know about this place but I have met people from Ottawa to Argentina here; and yet I always encounter someone I know too. (I love that; it makes the world so much smaller.)

The lodge is classic rustic. The benches are the kind we all had to make in shop class in junior high. There's no fireplace but attached to a wall is a truly ancient pair of skiis. (Think 1x4s with leather straps.) And this lodge smells like homemade soup. Plus the cinnamon buns here? Whoa.

What else can I say? My favourite run is dancing hill. And if heaven exists, I know it has chairlifts.

#seeyoulaterwinter

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Monday, March 19, 2012

Wordfuse (Mirror-Gazing Edition)

I just saw the movie Young Adult with Charlize Theron. She skillfully portrays a career Narcy, aka a young female narcissist. The fact that her character enjoys watching the Kardashians was not lost on me. What does one call a young male narcissist? Narcus. Aka Kanye West.

#whateverhappendtoParisHilton?
#peopleusuallyoutgrowthis
#DonaldTrumpshouldprobablytalktosomeone

Sunday, March 18, 2012

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Source.
Pictures have always spoken to me. I think in pictures. I tote pictures around in my head like carry-on luggage, I keep them close so they are safe. Because for me they whisper and yell and nudge and assault. In silence. I feel tethered to them. One of my favourite quotes is by artist Paul Klee: "a line is a dot that went for a walk." I feel that pull.

I stumbled upon this picture this morning and it is exactly how I feel today. So succinct. Exactly.

And I'm curious...what does it mean to you?