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Are you watching?!

Although it seems that March has been one of my busiest months in a while, I have been making precious time for Misfits every night.

I’m currently at the crossroads between Season 1 and Season 2. I predicted correctly what would happen to Nathan in the last episode, and, because I was right, the show is even better. Don’t you love it when that happens? OMG, and Curtis is the only one who can save the day! If only he remembers! I am obsessed.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, watch all the episodes here.

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In February of 2010, I returned to LA. This second time around, I didn’t need to do as much exploring. Plop me into the middle of Crescenta Valley and I’d find my way back. I’d developed a Southern Comfort within my surroundings and yearned to be active in the community. To while away my days, I began volunteering at the American Cancer Society’s Discovery Shop in Toluca Lake.

I miss the Discovery Shop dearly. Some of my favourite items of clothing are from there. And the people I volunteered with were seriously top-notch.

On April 14th, I returned to Toronto in spite of my manager’s half-attempts at sponsoring me through the Society. One of the many Returning To Canada presents I received was a locally-made thread-and-sterling necklace from Robyn and her mother Phyllis. The point of the necklace was that I was to essentially wear it out, and once it fell off, my wishes would come true or I’d be a better person or I’d stumble upon a higher power.

Yesterday, it happened:

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What leg should I run?

LEG LINK

Note: I’ve already run leg 6.

I’m looking at (in no particular order) 14, 17, 4. 4 Excites. It’ll be brutal but I love hills. A ran it last year and the ridiculousness of its difficulty was a riot (for us; A afterward).

Watch out, Cape Breton!

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Printemps à Paris > soppy freezing rain in Toronto.

With Florida gone and Cape Breton on the horizon, I don’t have any more vacation time. Oh and I suppose I should mention that all the good photos for FFF have now been posted and the last ones of E & I were of our last night before flying back to WINTER.

This blog is turning into quite the traveler’s log, non? This was not the intention…

No bother. Let’s reminisce:

Hangin’ out in the middle of Pont d’Iéna with a plastic bag of market-fresh radishes. The shadow spanning over me and much of the Pont is of the Eiffel Tower. Can you tell? The fat, tiered angles perhaps give it away.

Behind me: Trocadéro.

That summer was a big one for travel. Also, because of the travel, a big one for bedbugs.

The wonderfulness of this song can be thanked for this blog post:

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I was never good at taking self-portraits but I think these two are kind of nice.

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“For centuries, men in the Middle East have gathered around hookahs to puff fruit-scented smoke, talk and pass the time. In the West, however, the water pipe became synonymous with drug culture in the 1960s, an association that lingers. But in the past couple of years, the hookah has been resurrected in youth-oriented coffeehouses, restaurants and bars, supplanting the cigar as the tobacco fad of the moment. “It’s a social thing to do. You can get a hookah and hang out,” says [Aaron] Rothe, passing the hose to his friends at the Parisian-style Gypsy Cafe. “It’s really smooth, like flavored steam almost.” The tobacco, wholesalers say, is grown in low-nitrogen soil, which makes its nicotine content lower than what is found in cigarettes…”

Berestein, Leslie. “Healthy or Not, the Hookah Habit Is Hot. Time Magazine Monday, Jan. 27, 2003

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Reflections

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Kundera’s Unbearable Lightness of Being
Baltimore Consort’s On The Banks of the Helicon
A sleeping bestie

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4am Art Deco

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Inez & Estelle take a dip

I’ve just finished Sartre’s No Exit. Recommend.

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