Saturday, March 17, 2012

Feeling nostalgic for the Perfect Mixed Tape...

I used to spend hours on my bedroom floor amongst a pile of tapes and attempt to define myself through the immortal words of angst-filled grunge bands ( ok, ok, it started with Paula Abdul but my taste changed with the summer of 92 ) There's a natural progression that a mixed tape has to take to be a goodie. I love how John Cusack's charachter explains it in High Fidelity;

To me, making a tape is like writing a letter. There's a lot of erasing and rethinking and starting again. A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. You've got to kick off with a corker, to hold the attention and then you've got to up it a notch, or cool it a notch, you can't have two tracks by the same artist together, unless you've done the whole thing in pairs and…oh, there are loads of rules. 

HaHa, so many rules. What a lost art, the manual labour of it…switching tapes, finding the song, rewinding, forwarding, releasing the Record button and Play simultaneously! Now I just dump songs onto my iPod and their lucky to be on my playlist at the end of the week, its all so disposable.  

Friday, March 16, 2012

New Project I think?

 foto: cathrineaarsland

I have always wanted a coffee table like this, I love the industrial/recycled element to it. Might just have to get hold of a pallet soon and get some casters from IKEA. Might even paint mine, yellow would be nice.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Just to clear things up

While it may look a hot-mess, Poutine is a super tasty combination of crispy french fries, cheese curds ( also known as squeakers )and piping hot brown gravy. Its the only thing I can think of when people ask me about a truly Canadian food. Postei,on the other hand, is basically liver pâté that is consumed en masse in Norway (and is not made of ground-up children like the label suggests ). While Canadian children generally smell like apple juice or Cheerios, Norwegian kids smell like leverpostei. One may say the other is gross but I say to each his own.