Tavie blogs i like:
amy
dave foley
mark mckinney
e.mail
archive
andrew
carl
barb cooking blog
boing boing
caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom
webcomics i read:
american elf
american stickman
elfquest
lolcats!
masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
Other places to find me:
me on the tumblr
me on the flickr
me on the formspring
me on the twitter
me on the ravelry
me on the myspace
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Kids in the Hall on Facebook
Tasty Morsels Bakery on Facebook
my 'currently-reading' shelf:
i want:
wish list
i've read:
goodreads list
Monday, February 08, 2010
Hello from england :)
Hello from Neverneverland
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:26 AM | shower me with attention
I've sneezed so much today that my eyeballs hurt. Why is that?
Allergic to Mondays
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:25 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, February 07, 2010
My wild-eyed tortie is currently doing what Gina calls the kitty-cat march all up and down my bed. She's rarely allowed in here at bedtime (and she will probably be ejected tonight) because she tends to treat the crook of my elbow, or my side, or my neck, as her own personal lollipop. I don't mind the kneading as long as she velvet-paws it, but the suckling I could do without.
Still, she's a skinny little ball of cuddlesome sweetness.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:10 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:52 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 AM | shower me with attention
Still, she's a skinny little ball of cuddlesome sweetness.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:10 PM | shower me with attention
Which came first: The chicken or the egg?
or the egg or the chicken or the chicken or the egg?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:52 AM | shower me with attention
where is japanese mp3 files?
In a secret location. You'll never find them, otaku.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 AM | shower me with attention
do you know that you're prettier than you think you are?
OH MY GOD YOU CAN READ MY THOUGHTS
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 AM | shower me with attention
It's me, Samara! XD Haha, I forgot you don't know me as "rainecloud". Oh, and here's another question:What would Gavin do?
Gavin would eat an onion.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 AM | shower me with attention
Happy birthday, Erin.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, February 06, 2010
There are roughly three piano pieces left in my fingers' memory from childhood and I played each q out a million times o. The keyboards in the Best Buy until Gina found me and dragged me away.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:56 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:51 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:49 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:56 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, February 01, 2010
DID U KNO WE HAVE THE SAME NAME
NO I DID NOT
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:51 PM | shower me with attention
Where are we to go? Where are we ever to go?
No more questions,
Please.
No more tests.
Comes the day you say, "What for?"
Please- no more.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:49 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Funnily enough, as much as there is archived on the internet of every moment of my life from age 13 to... well, present... I can't find anything resembling my personal reactions to what's definitely on the short list for best day of my life: January 26, 2000 - ten years ago today, the day I saw my first live Kids in the Hall show.
The best I can find is an email from my friend Kit, letting another group of friends know the status of our journey to Toronto to see the show:
Just writing in to say that Cheryl and Gina are here, in Toronto! Woohoo!
Their early flight was cancelled, so they had to catch one around 12... but,
they got in and Cheryl just called me a few minutes ago. Phew, that's a relief!
So, now we're waiting on sarah, Ade, Tavie, and Erica. sarah called me at 9 to
tell me that she missed her bus... the snowstorm slowed traffic down to a
standstill, and it took her an hour to get downtown. :P But, she caught the
next bus, and if all goes well, she'll be here by 6:15!
We're taking the "no news is good news" approach, so far... I mean, if the plane
didn't get off, Tavie would've emailed, eh? :)
Agggggggh, I hope everyone gets here safely! And in time for the show!
Between Cheryl, Gina, and I, we've only had about 4 hours and 15 minutes of
sleep. So, we're all going to be a little out of it at tonight's show...
but, ack! KIDS!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!
So there's nothing in words that I can find that captures the feelings of joy and excitement I felt that day, converging with friends I knew only or mostly from the internet, through shared love of these damn Canadian wack-jobs, and through that love becoming something akin to a new species of internet-based family. I'm still in touch with, close to, or LIVING with most of the folks that were there that night (in person or following along via frequent emails that flew back and forth throughout those days.)
Well, I found Sarah N's reaction to the first show, and it will have to stand in for mine:
oh my heavens. oh my stars. i'm not even in a state to be typing anything.
my head is spinning (but my headache from laughing is finally disappearing)
That's how I felt, but it lasted for weeks, months and years after. Not in the same intensity, but the tendrils of that experience have somehow taken root in my head and follow me around, littering on my bathroom floor and my wool coat and shedding and sticking to things wherever I go. (What, you thought that was my HAIR?)
Love you guys, every one.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:27 AM | shower me with attention
The best I can find is an email from my friend Kit, letting another group of friends know the status of our journey to Toronto to see the show:
Just writing in to say that Cheryl and Gina are here, in Toronto! Woohoo!
Their early flight was cancelled, so they had to catch one around 12... but,
they got in and Cheryl just called me a few minutes ago. Phew, that's a relief!
So, now we're waiting on sarah, Ade, Tavie, and Erica. sarah called me at 9 to
tell me that she missed her bus... the snowstorm slowed traffic down to a
standstill, and it took her an hour to get downtown. :P But, she caught the
next bus, and if all goes well, she'll be here by 6:15!
We're taking the "no news is good news" approach, so far... I mean, if the plane
didn't get off, Tavie would've emailed, eh? :)
Agggggggh, I hope everyone gets here safely! And in time for the show!
Between Cheryl, Gina, and I, we've only had about 4 hours and 15 minutes of
sleep. So, we're all going to be a little out of it at tonight's show
but, ack! KIDS!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!
So there's nothing in words that I can find that captures the feelings of joy and excitement I felt that day, converging with friends I knew only or mostly from the internet, through shared love of these damn Canadian wack-jobs, and through that love becoming something akin to a new species of internet-based family. I'm still in touch with, close to, or LIVING with most of the folks that were there that night (in person or following along via frequent emails that flew back and forth throughout those days.)
Well, I found Sarah N's reaction to the first show, and it will have to stand in for mine:
oh my heavens. oh my stars. i'm not even in a state to be typing anything.
my head is spinning (but my headache from laughing is finally disappearing)
That's how I felt, but it lasted for weeks, months and years after. Not in the same intensity, but the tendrils of that experience have somehow taken root in my head and follow me around, littering on my bathroom floor and my wool coat and shedding and sticking to things wherever I go. (What, you thought that was my HAIR?)
Love you guys, every one.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:27 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I really didn't mean to go this long without blogging. Here, have a picture of me in a pretty outfit.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:07 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:07 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, January 18, 2010
I blew my [REDACTED] Weight Watchers eating plan tonight like nobody's [REDACTED] business at Marchi's.. This picture is just the fish course. And the veg picture is what it looked like after we decimated the veg pile and the tuna-cabbage salad. And the picture of the dessert course doesn't reflect the fact that I ate roughly seven billion pieces of crostoli. I also had wine and decaf coffee.
Seriously, [REDACTED] kill me. It was so good.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:51 PM | shower me with attention
Seriously, [REDACTED] kill me. It was so good.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:51 PM | shower me with attention
I think the cultural distinction we make that separates "artists" from "non-artists" or "creative people" from "non-creative people" is really damaging and limiting to the potential that every human being has to express themselves.
I'm not a skilled draftswoman, and I have never been able to comfortable label myself an "artist". But I like to draw, a lot, so I do it. I find that the more I draw, the "better" my drawings become - the more like what I see in my head, or the more accurately they express what I'm trying to convey. (Generally these days I'm trying to convey "pretty elf with big eyes", but that isn't always the case. It's just a phase. A very loooooong phase.)
Sometimes someone will look over my shoulder and say, "I wish I could draw." It makes me sad because the thing is, they can. It's not that I don't believe that some people don't display a better aptitude for draftmanship or a better sense of spatial design or better ways of putting color together. I think there are definitely people who are more skilled at artistic pursuits than others. I think most of those people do it a lot, and were encouraged at a young age as soon as that aptitude was detected. But people who don't display that aptitude from a young age have just as much potential to express themselves artistically than those who we've tagged "artists".
Some people show skills at a young age and are nurtured appropriately, and some people actually were born geniuses. But others weren't, and got "good" by practicing. And if you're interested enough to do it that much, then don't let the labels put you off. I says. Because it can be fun, even if you're not an "artist", to draw and paint and make things with markers and other materials. "Talent" is a cultural construct, and so are "artists".
Once in awhile I get the blues because I'm not "creative" and I'm not an "artist", so I'm really mostly talking to myself.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:23 PM | shower me with attention
I'm not a skilled draftswoman, and I have never been able to comfortable label myself an "artist". But I like to draw, a lot, so I do it. I find that the more I draw, the "better" my drawings become - the more like what I see in my head, or the more accurately they express what I'm trying to convey. (Generally these days I'm trying to convey "pretty elf with big eyes", but that isn't always the case. It's just a phase. A very loooooong phase.)
Sometimes someone will look over my shoulder and say, "I wish I could draw." It makes me sad because the thing is, they can. It's not that I don't believe that some people don't display a better aptitude for draftmanship or a better sense of spatial design or better ways of putting color together. I think there are definitely people who are more skilled at artistic pursuits than others. I think most of those people do it a lot, and were encouraged at a young age as soon as that aptitude was detected. But people who don't display that aptitude from a young age have just as much potential to express themselves artistically than those who we've tagged "artists".
Some people show skills at a young age and are nurtured appropriately, and some people actually were born geniuses. But others weren't, and got "good" by practicing. And if you're interested enough to do it that much, then don't let the labels put you off. I says. Because it can be fun, even if you're not an "artist", to draw and paint and make things with markers and other materials. "Talent" is a cultural construct, and so are "artists".
Once in awhile I get the blues because I'm not "creative" and I'm not an "artist", so I'm really mostly talking to myself.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:23 PM | shower me with attention
