Indie super-hero has done it again, she’s managed to wow me with her skill of redefining the cover song. I know I’ve said this already but if your lovely ears haven’t listened to Emm’s latest Irish covers album yet, they’re missing out, I tell ya.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Songs of Love and Death
Indie super-hero has done it again, she’s managed to wow me with her skill of redefining the cover song. I know I’ve said this already but if your lovely ears haven’t listened to Emm’s latest Irish covers album yet, they’re missing out, I tell ya.
Irish tunes, insomnia and writer's block.
Today's Soundtrack: we love you, now go home.
Get out those gift certificates, head out to your favourite local music store and purchase Emm Gryner’s latest effort, Songs of Love and Death. This is Irish covers at its best!
Winter temperature’s been plummetting, and so are my journal entries. I’m still getting used to the idea that a whole lot of strangers may be reading this “journal” of mine. But I’m trying to get over myself and remember that “I’m not that important” as a fellow blogger once told me.
So I have insomnia. What can I expect after developing such irregular sleeping patterns over the holidays? I’ve been keeping myself occupied with French films, Stephen King novels, and countless Friends episodes. No writing in my notebook, I’m afraid. I gave it a try a couple of times, but nothing sincere is coming out. I keep telling myself that the best thing in the world is to write badly for a while until the good stuff makes an appearance. I’ve been telling myself this since July.
If anyone’s got a surefire way to get rid of this writer’s block, let me know; I’m all ears.
Get out those gift certificates, head out to your favourite local music store and purchase Emm Gryner’s latest effort, Songs of Love and Death. This is Irish covers at its best!
Winter temperature’s been plummetting, and so are my journal entries. I’m still getting used to the idea that a whole lot of strangers may be reading this “journal” of mine. But I’m trying to get over myself and remember that “I’m not that important” as a fellow blogger once told me.
So I have insomnia. What can I expect after developing such irregular sleeping patterns over the holidays? I’ve been keeping myself occupied with French films, Stephen King novels, and countless Friends episodes. No writing in my notebook, I’m afraid. I gave it a try a couple of times, but nothing sincere is coming out. I keep telling myself that the best thing in the world is to write badly for a while until the good stuff makes an appearance. I’ve been telling myself this since July.
If anyone’s got a surefire way to get rid of this writer’s block, let me know; I’m all ears.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Hating the familiar
constructing art
Today's Soundtrack: don't just fill my head with nothin'
I don't know what I was expecting from my first run-in with the GO Bus schedule this semester. It's my first day back at YorkU and my favourite prof just let us out at 8:15pm. Of course with my luck, the next GO Bus on my route comes at 8:20. I made a run for it, *hoping* that maybe, just maybe, the driver might decide to wait a bit before leaving. I thought he would want to grab a bite to eat before high-tailing it to the east end. That makes sense, I could think of a hundred instances where I was waiting for that bus home way past it's usual departure time because mr. driver decided to grab a snack on the other end of the campus. But not tonight. Tonight, probably one of the only nights that I'm rewarded with an early dismissal, he decides to drive away just when I step out of the doors of Vari Hall.
Super-star Prof never ceases to amaze me. Not only does he quote Yeats at the drop of a dime, he feels the same type of loathing that I feel about T.S. Eliot. He's probably the only prof I ever had that said "Screw the Critics!" and encouraged his students to think for themselves. I'm not saying he's an easy prof to have, I'm not saying that at all. He expects the best, but your own best. I'm not sure how I feel about 17th C. Poetry, the only writers I actually liked were Donne, Cavendish and Milton. This is just another course to fill my requirements for graduation and what best way to spend the next couple of Monday and Wednesday nights but to spend it reading poetry?
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