August 2010
2 posts
RENEW
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July 2010
5 posts
plea to the blorgosphere
if you’re not doing anything on sunday, i would sure appreciate an afternoon ride to the toronto airport. let me know if you’re available via facebook or my email or something. i will compensate if necessary.
it happened
i now have twitter
www.twitter.com/andreadyermvm
follow me?
what. are. you. doing?
June 2010
13 posts
oldie but a goldie
the good word from a friend:
“One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am — a reluctant enthusiast… a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your...
what an embarassment
these G8 G20 protests come across as nothing but absolute lazyness; an unproductive, uncreative approach to communicating with our leaders. if we’re going to be demanding so much of them (money, peace, attentiveness), perhaps it’s time we invest ourselves into being attentive over the money it costs when we neglect to protest peacefully. just sayin’.
roadies - remember this?
i still laugh at andrew’s rage, colin o’shea’s typical wittyness and saren’s poopy pants allllll the time.
a confessional
friends didn’t nickname me lil’ g without reason: throughout highschool i subscribed to the (mostly embarassing) hip-hop fashion culture, which has (thankfully) transitioned to simple appreciation for hip-hop culture overall.
‘still d.r.e’ is still one of my favourite songs/music videos of all time, i still don’t know the wu-tang secret, & i quite literally...
so far today, i've thought:
1. i wonder if my lil’ cousin the demon seed will notice if i suffocate him with a pillow in his sleep - lovingly, of course 2. you are driving an 18 wheeler, which means i can hear you driving behind me without the use of your obnoxious and embarasssing horn. FO. 3. am i awake? 4. i’m going to california on friday, then dominican in july, then across canada. 5. i’m getting a...
summer shed my winter skin
365 days of pained plans have been thrown out the proverbial window, and in their place rests a brand new map and my curious feet to scale it: what have i gone and done? mere days ago i had been reading dossiers on various european countries for the trip of a lifetime next summer, and now i’m re-packing my suitcase and revisiting life on the road - AGAIN - for an organization that has embraced me...
TGIF
& TG for ice cube’s convenient, ridiculous existance
no!
if betty white decides to join the (now) trio of Golden Girls up above, I’M GOING TO BE SO PISSED!
women's portrait series
I’ve been an advocate for many things, but never before have I given consideration to how utterly warped our collective perception on beauty is. As if the critique of outsiders isn’t unbearable enough, so many women waste time (and money) scrutinizing and manipulating themselves into manufactured byproducts of what the world says we should be.
And I say: hell nah.
To be specific, this doesn’t...
pet peeve
and this one is getting to be increasingly unbearable. the culprit? tim hortons. the crime? putting napkins IN the donut bag, where it becomes an overachiever and absorbs either all the honey or all that wonderful icing. i’ve paid my 90 cents and i want everything that cloud of decorated dough has to offer me.
bonus peeve: auto corrected spelling. GF.
this is funny, you should laugh
slang slam
i’m quite a fan of slang terminologies, but there’s one in particular that i just haven’t/cannot come to terms with:
moms. ie - “i’m back at home, livin’ with my moms” or “my moms is da besstttt”
what the fuck is that? how many moms DO you have, exactly? i’d like to know. & i can say with utmost certainty that there are a lot of...
May 2010
15 posts
S.0.D
half right
it took me until leaving it for an extended period of time, to really appreciate the sunlight soaring across the hamilton sky before sinking where the horizon of grass meets the twilight. and these passed weeks as i watched a man die in his wheelchair, i wondered if he, too, only appreciated the smell of his wife’s musty perfume beside him in bed when the last breath he drew came from an...
so far today, i've thought:
1. my on demand bill will be in soon. i’d better make sure i have $500.00 in the bank 2. why are there bacon bits on my keyboard? 3. lil’ red, you so fly 4. why do i treat god like such a vending machine? how do i prevent this? 5. babesbabesbabesbabesbabesbabes 6. suck the rock, californ-i-a! i’ve got nada…and the warm weather. soo… 7. should i purchase this box of...
badass
some shakes, ain't it?
totally ranting/self-loathing right now. whatever. don’t burst my functioning blorgosphere of doom.
sometimes i wonder how something so beautiful, liberating and healthy could also be so damaging to a person’s spirit: mine, namely. i mean, here i am with a bunch of convictions in one hand and a map in the other that has come equipped with a clearly defined route on which i must travel...
we hustlin' !!!
i wanted to write something epic about this, but i’m too tired and too excited. i knew that i was a part of something special - something so much greater than myself - when i was a roadie for invisible children and that has been payoff enough.
this though? this is just whipped cream and sprinkles. this is a portrait of dedication. fall 2009 roadies, advocates and supporters - thank you...
a beautiful reason to wear your seatbelt. srsly. →
everything's alright. but nothing's okay.
this has been routine for months now; this hyper-awareness about the life happening all around me. i find myself tucked away in escalated corners, staring out of windows and down onto the moving people on the streets or in parking lots. there’s nothing profound about the scenery, but i’m seldom paying attention to the scenery anyway. it’s the anatomy of life that i’m interested in, and the way we...
seriously.
good advice(?)
the things hungry bellies do
there’s only one way to consume a krispy kreme donut. & if you don’t have the proper equipment, you makeshift. & if you don’t want to share, you lie to your friends, tell them the donut box is empty, and eat 1 dozen in 1 sitting yourself.
i’m not fat.
creativity, come in plz. until then:
americans, this is legit →
April 2010
12 posts
thank you
refresh
there’s something about me that makes uncovering facts - discovering the truth - a lengthy two step process that i’m currently blaming for a lot of the negativity i’ve endured over the course of my youthful years. to be clear, this negativity reserves only a tiny slice of a life encompassing pie chart - but it has been enough to swallow me whole when i’m left alone in midnights and to my own...
i hope for
lots of premature wrinkles. they tell stories. angry stories, sad stories, happy stories. just the kinds i’d always wanted & that i’d want to tell.
thanks sean fresh
\m/
the truest thing ever said (about me):
in it’s proper context… let’s not get too excited here:
“you are truly masochistic, andrea. although, love is the most irrational of emotions, so it’s understandable.” - ross corder.
i’m okay with the fact that i have a dent in the middle of my forehead from an incident with an etch-a-sketch, that i’m painfully altruistic, that i spend chaotically, that my toes don’t ascend in size, that i’m audacious enough to believe that my life is so important that it need be announced on social networking sites, that i read too much, overanalyze too much, and...
bad day?
these are the things i'd want you to know
1. this lifetime isn’t easy & so much of your joy will stem from the scope by which you view the world. 2. god would like you. 3. it’s okay to dream, but it’s lazy not to pursue. so pursue & do it with the same necessity by which you breath. 4. you and everyone around you has the profound ability to ignite any one or combination of emotions from a stranger or friend....
Mhmm
March 2010
21 posts
even in the quiet and still
there’s something enviable about the people who can detach and dissassociate themselves from their imprint on this earth as though they were taking a free vacation. i only know one of those kinds of people, and i’m lenient to believe that he has a unique and exclusive understanding of what it means to feel happiness due to his ability to discern from what matters and what doesn’t. what i mean is,...
i am content
not because of this photo or because this photo conveniently replaces the swastika that has been glaring at me for a few days now, but because:
1. i’m buying a car quite soon (gasp) 2. i thought of bob goff 3. i am surrounded by the people who matter most to me (finally) 4. i have clarity 5. & folgers in my cup
have a lovely weekend!
i would
…simultaneously. yikes.