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workin' man blues. [11 Feb 2007|03:40pm]

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and all for only £29.99! [10 Feb 2007|04:39pm]

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My utterly ridiculous friend Racan Souiedan is now Lord Racan Souiedan of Sealand. It only cost him $75 Canadian dollars! I have been questioning him about this for the past hour but I don't think I can talk about it anymore, it's just too awesome. "It's like a mind trick! An awesome mind trick!" From his recent myspace bulletin:

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Well, I took the plunge and bought myself a royal title. From now on, you are hereby required to refer to me as LORD RACAN SOUIEDAN OF SEALAND. Anything less would only besmirch my good character.

Until the harvest, peasants,


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warhol's children? [08 Jan 2007|03:05pm]

(Click the photo image to read the full article.)

Currently looking through an article from New York Magazine on Dash Snow, and by extension, on his buddies, photographer wonder child Ryan McGinley and artist Dan Colen. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Parts of the article read like a mockery of pretentious art chic, stuff like... "On the wall were beautiful, ghostly amoebas on yellowed-paper backgrounds. “Those are spit circles,” said Snow. “I was sick, and I’d just wake up with a chest full of phlegm and spit all over the paper and make circles, you know? I’m not quite sure what I’m gonna do with those yet, but I like the way they’re coming out.” and so on, stuff that you read and think "Ok, for real?!" and then scratch and shake your head.

To be honest, I really don't mind photographers like Ryan McGinley, Tim Barber, Dan Siney, Terry Richardson - I like looking at their pictures just as much as the next guy but there's something about seeing these people idolized and worshiped that bothers me. I mean, no matter how high or low you go on the ladder of fame, to me, the photos all end up looking the same, the whole idea of this new point and click generation that's been upon us for the past few years - the over saturated photos of naked girls doing blow slash guy with white tank top bloody face slash toothy grinning homeless guy standing amidst street full of immaculately dressed party goers (continue ad nauseum) - all these photos can be seen as decadent and beautiful and amazing to look at for a second or two, but ultimately, it just ends up being tired and wasteful. Looking at an album of photos of mindless partying and rampant alcoholism sexuality drug use nihilism just makes me feel the way the day after a dirty party. Why do I want that in my life?

At the same time, I'm guilty of taking the same kind of uninspired, mindless photos. My flickr page, particularly when I lived in Vancouver, is filled with Vice Magazine slash American Apparel styled photos of drugs and sex and parties, and I guess what I'm trying to say very clumsily, is that I can't seem to figure out the line between what is art and what is a snapshot of what you did the night previous. Scattered photos of your friends on your 19th birthday suddenly catapults you into New York photograph rock star-dom because you happened to have a really good night with some really beautiful people? I don't know, I just don't get it, and I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say in this diary entry. I seem to recall the 90s being full of girls on the internet taking photos of themselves, Nan Goldin style - pictures of their lives, their selves, naked boys on beds with no sheets, that kind of stuff. And now we have this, the new Cobrasnake/Vice Magazine 25 year old being shown at the Whitney because it's cool to take pictures of drugs hipster photo mania. What's next?
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from chung bai shan, jillin province. [08 Jan 2007|02:28pm]

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The Conet Project [05 Jan 2007|04:36pm]

The Conet Project
"Basically, the Conet Project is a four-cd compilation of recordings of mysterious shortwave radio broadcasts, known as "numbers stations". These numbers stations are generally believed to be encrypted spy transmissions, but no concrete evidence has ever surfaced proving that suppostion. However, no credible *alternate* explanation has ever been demonstrated, either. For years (ever since the start of the Cold War), amateur radio enthusiasts have come across these sinister signals, and they continue to this day, broadcast in many languages all over the world (the theory is that some are CIA, some are KBG, some are Mossad, etc).

In general, the transmissions consist of a deadpan voice (sometimes an old man, sometimes a young woman, etc.) reading a seemingly random, meaningless series of numbers over and over. Sometimes the broadcsts are preceded by a musical cue (the "Swedish Rhapsody" music box one being a favorite of ours), and sometimes the numbers are not conveyed by voice but by even more cryptic electronics (as with "The Buzzer", and other noisy, abstract stuff found mainly on disc four).

Needless to say, hearing those amazing and baffling sounds collected on these four cds is an unnerving experience. Not only does knowledge of the supposed purpose of these transmissions imbue them with a disturbing quality, but the repetition of the numbers combined with the background of shortwave radio static makes for a aurally hypnotic experience. If merely regarded as a piece of experimental ambient sound scupture, the Conet Project would be a brilliant and affecting piece of work, yet with the added context of international intelligence and conspiracy theory, it becomes even more intriguing and creepy. The four cds come with a large book (housed in its own jewel box) that provides a great deal of description of, and speculation about, the many recordings. Very well done. The Conet Project is possibly the most incredible, and weirdest, item of sound art/documentation that we've EVER had here at Aquarius. Mesmerizing, fascinating, unique, massive, scary, but sometimes even soothing. 100 percent recommended to the adventurous listener ('cause it's not for everyone!). And once you have it you'll understand why it had to be a full four cds--being overwhelming is part of the obsessive allure of this Project."


From the Wikipedia Entry:
"In keeping with the 'Free Music Philosophy', the label has made the entire collection available for download in MP3 form (along with a PDF version of the included booklet) on its website completely free of charge and encourages fans to freely distribute it on file sharing networks."

You can download the entire 4-disk compilation here: http://irdial.hyperreal.org/

Just to mention, I've taken the liberty of Anonymouse'ing all the Wikipedia links, since that pesky Great Firewall of China won't allow China based readers click on them otherwise. Oh, China.

I've been pretty absorbed by these recordings all day, listening to this stuff at work has proved endlessly creepy and entertaining. One of the tracks on Disk 1 features a woman who I believe is counting numbers out in Mandarin, among other things. Six minutes and thirty seconds of bizarre, looped Chinese sounding traditional music, enthusiastic female voice similiar to what you hear on any normal Chinese news broadcast, which then turns into a loop of random numbers being spoken repeatedly. If you're interested, and like me, irresistably attracted to nerdy, seemingly boring yet completely engaging things like this, the wikipedia entry on Numbers Stations is pretty fascinating as well. Another project that could be pretty interesting (and I'm sure has already been done before) would be some sort of a compilation of EVP recordings - Electronic Voice Phenomena recordings - essentially, ghost recordings picked up over radio frequencies. The subject of EVP is something that's totally horrifying and amazing to me, any sort of rational sounding supernatural ghost talk generally creeps the hell out of me and captivates me for hours at a time, sort of like watching a car crash. Of course, I should note that while there is no substantial proof that EVP has anything to do with ghosts or any sort of paranormal activity, I've read enough ghost stories and watched enough movies to firmly believe otherwise.

In other news, I've been listening to the Magnetic Fields '69 Love Songs' again. Every couple of years I remember how brilliant all the songs are, and how much I appreciate them. I actually interviewed Stephen Merritt a few years ago in Vancouver for Terminal City - I had originally farmed out the story + interview to my friend Katie, owing to her insane obsession with the band. Unfortunetly, she wasn't able to make the agreed interview time and so I did it instead - it was one of the most miserable interviews of my already admittedly lacklustre journalistic career - he had done a bunch of interviews prior to our phone call and was clearly bored and uninterested in speaking to me. Since I was already in a bad mood and not in the right mindframe to be speaking with anyone in the first place (and already had a pre-formed notion in my head that Stephen Merritt was an asshole), the resulting quotes and conversation we had were completely mundane and uninformative and resentful. However, a few weeks later when I finally got to see the band live, I was completely blown away and won over again. Sitting alone in the dark soundbooth (I arrived late and my happy little press pass enabled me a few liberties) at the Orpheum theatre, listening to the brilliantly clever lyrics, the saddest songs, the happiest, loveliest little jingles.... oh, it was wonderful.

Also high on the playlist is Final Fantasy's 'He Poos Clouds', which for some reason I chose to omit from my favorite albums list of 2006. Owen Pallet, I think, is one of the very few indie pop artists (can I call it indie pop? classical pop music?) that can get away with having elaborate strings without making the whole experienece seem cheesy and amateur. His string arrangements are so beautiful and seamless - another group that I obviously don't mind strings on are the Magnetic Fields, and also I should mention that on the Comus 'First Utterance' record, every single instrument on that album blows my mind and works on so many different levels.

Hey, it's Friday! Welcome to the weekend. Sorry this is all so boring.
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fichen ausgezeichnet!! [02 Jan 2007|01:33am]

So it's 2007 now. Big whoop-di-doo.

New Years Eve was surprisingly fun. Usually I hate the anticipation and huge feeling of let-down that New Years is apt to bring, but this year was nice. James and I went for a korean dinner, the same korean resturaunt we always go to. During dinner, the Saddam Hussein execution video came on and most of the resturaunt patrons paused during their meal and watched in sick fascination. At Bill's, The Jim Beam was brought out, fun was had by all. We headed to D22 afterwards, there were something crazy like nine bands on the bill, copious amounts of alcohol, many many friends, dancing, etc. The bar was absolutely packed to the gills, claustrophobic even. Going to D22 always feels like going to visit my family, if my family were a bunch of drunken, amazingly creative, always happy to see me lunatics.

Spent a good portion of the night holed up in the back room, watching people come and go, staring out at the crowd from way up high, hearing the sound of corks being popped. Houhai Sharks blew my mind like they always do, the 'goodbye' to Ree Jay was especially touching and I stood alone in the back room, staring through the window looking down at the bar, watching Bian Yuan sing and Ree Jay, Charles and the rest of them standing in the crowd, hugging, wishing each other a new year. If I were more of a sap, I'd probably have cried, but I didn't, the song ended, and the night moved on.

Went for breakfast at four am and poured ourselves into bed by five. Woke up 'round three and went next door to visit Mitch for hangover bloody mary's. "The hair of the dog", he calls it. Apparently, New Years Day bloody mary's are a tradition in his family, he's a Mississippi boy at heart and wonderful to the core. If last night was any indication of what 2007 is going to be like, I welcome it with open arms.

Last night I had a very vivid dream about being a lesbian, having lesbian experiences. Woke up feeling very disoriented. I was sober by the time we left the bar last night (this morning) and the huge meal we had before bed made me feel aces when I woke up. James and I lazed around for most of the day, napping, loving, eating take-out pizza, the ilk. 5am is the latest that I've been to bed in a really, really long time. I am really really happy with everything in my life right now. My health, career, relationship, friendship, everything is poised and ready to be the best it can be. This new found optimism is highly uncharacteristic of me. Bring on the new year!
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of new years. [02 Jan 2007|12:50am]

joyside & houhai sharks!
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j. p. eyre [01 Jan 2007|02:55am]
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with a cold. [24 Dec 2006|05:02pm]
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your good looks are fading. [24 Dec 2006|05:01pm]
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dave in the globe & mail. [24 Dec 2006|05:00pm]

Brilliant young bandleader influenced a who's who of Canadian indie rock but followed the tragic path of a hopelessly addicted drunk.


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Dave Wenger, musician, born in Ottawa on June 30, 1973. He died in a hit-and-run accident at about 3 a.m. on Nov. 23, 2006. He is survived by his parents Jan and Howie Wenger, his brother Matthew and his sister Sonja. He also leaves his son, Nathaniel James, and several nephews and nieces.
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of music. [20 Dec 2006|08:57pm]
1. Love - Alone Again
Well, because it's Love! And I love Love. And I love this song!

2. The Search Party - Speak To Me
Late 60s psych band from Sacramento, California. Part of that whole Christian hippie commune movement, like doing acid with Jesus? My friend Gordon sent me this song, it took me ages to find the whole album but was totally worth it.

3. The Shivers - Beauty
From Brooklyn. Pitchfork darlings. Whatever, it's pretty.

4. Danielson - Did I Step On Your Trumpet
From one of my favorite records of the year, 'Ships'.

5. Frog Eyes - Ship Destroyer
My favorite Frog Eyes song. Oh Carey Mercer. I hear alot of Daddy's Hands in Frog Eyes, (as you can with alot of Wolf Parade songs, I think) which is sort of depressing right now. I heard a band recently in Beijing that sounds alot like Frog Eyes - they're called Rebuilding the Rights of Statues. They have a myspace page, if you're interested.

6. Destroyer - European Oils
Another one of my favorite records of this year - Oh Dan Bejar. I love how this album feels so familiar to me, yet still manages to be completely new and fresh. It's quickly becoming one of my favorite Destroyer albums, I heard him do most of these songs live and it was wonderful, but a bit boring, as they sounded so polished and exactly like the record.

7. Ladyhawk - The Dugout
Signed to JagJaguwar records, their self-titled album is another one that's on my top 10 list of 2006. This isn't my favorite song on the album, but the lyrics "I was down at the baseball diamond, seeing you smile in the sun, watching the moon at the tree tops." and also "Seeing your dark eyes shine like the city skyline..." just make me so happy. This is one of my favorite bands to see live, ever, probably just because I've seen them so many times and had so much fun each time. The y played the Terminal City Block Party 2005, and I don't know, I think it was the smell of pot and summer in the air, almost all of my favorite local bands playing in one day, the stress and rush of being an organizer, etc. It was one of those days where I was so happy to be living where I was living. Also, they were one of my first interviews ever, right around the time they started playing songs as Ladyhawk. At that point, all they had for recordings were a couple of songs Duffy had done when he lived in Kelowna. I'm so happy these guys are making it!

8. The Gossip - Standing In The Way Of Control
Why aren't the Gossip more famous than the Yeah Yeah Yeahs?

9. The Rapture - Whoo! Yeah, Uh huh, Alright.
Ridiculous name for a song, but so irresistably catchy. The video is fun, too. I'm not a big fan of the rest of the record, but I suppose it does what it's supposed to do. Which is what, exactly?

10. MSTRKRFT - The Looks
There was too much hype for this album, but it stands up Ok if you don't listen to it very often.

11. Xiu Xiu - Boy Soprano
I'm surprised this record didn't get more attention. Another one on my top list for this year, the whole album makes me want to kill myself, but in the good way. Whenever I think of Jamie Stewart, I think of Phil Elvrum, even though the music is really different. The last Xiu Xiu show I went to, he spent half the time bitching about how bad the sound was. There were something crazy like 5 bands on the bill and by the time they went on, it was 2am. I left after a few songs. Once, Phil Elvrum played a solo set at the Mesa Luna, I think we were either on mushrooms or really fantastically drunk and only stayed for about twenty minutes because we were so freaked out by the serious indie nerd assholes and the crazy depressive atmosphere.

12. Channels 3+4 - Knives In
Old old old. Have they disbanded? This song makes me think of when I first moved to Vancouver. Pats Pub. Going to Shine for the first time and wondering what the hell these people were thinking. It felt really decadent, dancing and doing drugs like we thought it was so cool. Walking across the Granville Bridge with Kayla and Jay, drinking 40s and Kayla losing her pointy heels, Jay getting thrown out of the Cambie one night (who gets thrown out of the Cambie?!), spending New Years Eve at the Astoria, missed the countdown because we were locked in a toilet in the boys bathroom - Adam Benzan, Jay and I, lines of coke off the back of one of the dirtiest toilets in the city. Was really into Fuck Me USA at that time too which probably why I always group these two bands together in my head. Golden summer, beautiful winter - Jay and I made mulled wine for our friend Hana's Christmas party and tried to get drunk off the fumes.

13. P:ano - Leave Me With the Boy
This was one of my favorite songs off one of my favorite albums two years ago. Was it two years ago when Brigadoon came out? I can't remember. The album blew me me away though, stylistically so different from the other P:ano records and almost too precious to stand. I did a huge cover story interview with them for Terminal City and Veda Hille fed us treats. I went to Zulu Records a few months after the article came out and they had posted it on their bulletin board for some reason. I don't think it's there anymore though.

14. Shirley Ellis - Soul Time
I love Shirley Ellis. This song is also sampled on a track on the Go! Team record.

15. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Date With The Night
I was going to put a Dandi Wind song in here somewhere, but this song made it on instead. Karen O makes me angry because I always feel like she's ripping off Dandi's style. Despite the love/hate relationship, I do like the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, in small doses.

16. Gang of Four - Damaged Goods
Old favorite, old faithful. I'm in China!

17. Phoenix - If I Ever Feel Better
Another old favorite, something you can pretty much always count on hearing if you're going dancing and Jason Sulyma's dj'ing. He was one of the first dudes I met in Vancouver, he used to always play 'Just Can't Get Enough' by Depeche Mode, and then after that it was 'Close to Me' by the Cure. One of the funniest things Katie ever said to me was when we were at Setlist Mondays at Shine. "I am SO fucking sick of dancing to this song, why are we still doing it?" My friend Saelan did an interview with Jason ("My!Gay!Husband!") about his dj'ing, and asked him when he started doing what he was doing. His answer was something like "It was right around the time when Jenn Wong came onto the scene", which is funny considering that at that point, Jason and I weren't really friends anymore, just people who saw each other at clubs once in a while.

18. Shirley Ellis - The Clapping Song
Katie played this for me and I lost my shit, it made me feel so good. While SoulTime is my favorite Shirley Ellis song, I remembered later that my dad used to play this song in the car on the way to school and so the nostalgia makes it one of my all time favorites. Recently made popular again thanks to being in a Zellers commercial. Zellers is like Wal-Mart, but Canadian and way tackier. Also, the dancing instructions in this song don't work, trust me.

19. The Jackson Sisters - I Believe in Miracles
One of my favorite disco songs ever, I had a boyfriend in Calgary that used to play this song all the time. This is when I was really into scratch DJ's, remember that? Oh god. He was the Calgary DMC champion for a few years in a row though, and cheated on me with an ex-girlfriend. I was so infuriated when I found out that I sent a huge nasty email to everyone on his email address book (including his university professors and parents) about what a cheating dirty pathetic scumbag he was. You know, DJ fingers?
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another death... soon. [18 Dec 2006|11:36pm]
my puppy got parvo over the past two days and died. really sad right now.
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puppy mania. [17 Dec 2006|09:48pm]

Sorry for the lack of updates. I got a puppy over the weekend and my days have been very busy!

He is about five weeks old, rescued from the streets of Beijing. I bought him off a guy in Wudauko for 100rmb, he was kicking the dog around and generally just being a huge scumbag. The puppy is very small (fits in my hands), weak and malnourished. This means he is weak and lethargic and sleeps alot which is very un-puppy like behaviour. James laughs at me because it seems like I have become owner to the best behaved dog in Beijing - his favorite thing to do is curl up on my lap and hang out. Yesterday, took him to a vet and he was given a clean bill of health, the only challenge now is to make sure he eats (he refuses) and to somehow get his energy levels back up. I've named him ShiFu, which is what you call a taxi driver in Mandarin. Poor Shi-Fu!

In other news, I have been keeping busy with work and play. James and I have taken to cooking up elaborate (elaborate for me) meals, staying in at night, watching Arrested Development. We went to the Mexican Embassy's Christmas Party at the Mexican Wave resturaunt with some friends, and the food was pretty excellent. The free beer, copious amounts of tequila, margaritas, hash and lychee martinis that accompanied the entire night certainly didn't hurt, either.

I'll update something "real" in a few days - it's almost Christmas! China doesn't celebrate Christmas so I will be at work on Monday with everyone else, but hopefully this coming weekend I'll be able to do something festive. This month, I've got bits and blobs printed in City Weekend Beijing and Time Out Magazine, look out for the January issue of the Chinese edition of Rolling Stone Magazine, 'cos I've got some pictures in it.

Also, hearing about some crazy storms in Vancouver - hope everyone's ok.

If you're interested - my website underwent a redesign. It still needs to be updated, though...
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should also mention... [11 Dec 2006|04:59pm]


a year in review.. [11 Dec 2006|07:21am]

something really nice... [11 Dec 2006|03:23am]

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yann tiersen. [06 Dec 2006|08:05am]

It's been a long week. For some reason I've had a back-ache for the past few days, it makes me feel like an old lady. On Sunday night, thanks to City Weekend Magazine, I went to see Yann Tiersen play at Yugong Yishan. The venue was stuffed to the eyeballs, tickets had been sold out for weeks; despite not wanting to leave the house, I was pretty grateful even to be there, and especially glad that my friends Will & Anna Sophie were there as well to hang out with me. I've wanted to see Yann Tiersen for ages, and could hardly believe it when it was announced that he'd be stopping by the city for not one but two gigs. When Beijing gets western acts that I'm actually excited to go out and see, it's a Big Deal(The time I went to see Sebastian Bach of Skid Row in Chaoyang Park doesn't count, by the way, as I wasn't so much as excited as I was amused.) Yann Tiersen and his band played for a good hour and a half and although he did play a song or two from the Amelie soundtrack (much to the delight of the hoardes of sweating Frenchmen), most of his set was quite different from what most people would have expected, lots of noisy rock and furious, virtuoustic violin playing. I should mention that I am a huge cynic when it comes to violins in any context besides the classical genre, bands like Final Fantasy aside, I always find it unbearably cheesy. Chalk it up to my upbringing, I don't know.

On Monday, my friend Leila and I headed down to the Bookworm to participate in the Great Media Quizz Off. The idea behind it was to get all the English ex-pat magazine writers together to see which publication had the smartest writers... or something like that. My team, The Beijing Bull, came in a modest fifth out of ten. Considering that all we were aiming for in the quiz was to come in "not last place", I think we did quite well. Time Out Magazine won, but that wasn't such a big surprise now, wasn't it? The thing that depressed me the most about the quiz was finding out (admitting) how little I actually know about the history of China. Later, as I complained about this to James, he helpfully pointed out "I mean really, how much do you know about the history of any country?"


Some pictures of the Yann Tiersen gig can be found at my flickr site.

Funny things this week:

- Panda With a Cold?
- John Leguizamo Trashes Everyone He's Ever Worked With
- Somewhat Bogus/Ridiculous Article about Burn-Out
- This Is the Future of Journalism - Columbia University's J-School?!

Also my favorite right now, a Radar Online Feature about that wacky, right-wing, born-again virgin/christian & author Dawn Eden. The best quote ever: "At some point the story said, "One woman had three embryos implanted, two took, and now she has miracle babies." I did what I considered balancing it. Where it said, "two took," I added, "one died," and I deleted the expression "miracle babies." I did not ask an editor to approve that change, which was wrong ... I was acting out of anger or zeal."

I don't know why I think this is so hilarious (and awful), but I do.

bites the dust. [04 Dec 2006|06:49am]
This weekend I spent a day at the German Embassy for their annual Christmas Bazaar. I ate sausages and drank mugs of Glühwein and white beer. Afterwards, we went for dinner at the Bookworm and ate steaks, and then went to the Saddle for drinks and talking talking talking. The whole day basically felt like I had stepped out of China and back into the Western world, which I still haven't decided if I like or not. Once in a while, it's nice I suppose, but I'll definately not be making a habit of doing so every weekend.

Christian Virant and his band FM3 is mentioned in Pitchfork this week for his use/partial invention of the Buddha Machine. It's really quite cool. I have loads of pictures to upload so maybe very soon you people will be entertained by something other than my boring boring words.

ALSO: Heard the news that my friend Forbes, epic and crazy and decadent Forbes, hung herself in Sweden a few days ago. Her husband found her in the morning. He's devasted, obviously, and I'm not really sure what to feel. I used to run into her all the time on the bus, at clubs, wherever. Her band really was quite awful. I would come away from our conversations feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement, because she could come off as a bit flambouyant and silly sometimes. Still, she was always sweet and funny, gregarious and nice to speak to. I met her mom at WakeWest last summer, it was kind of surreal. She was so excited to introduce us, and afterwards, my friends and I looked at each other like "Forbes has a mom?!!!"

It's so strange being a million miles away from home and hearing this kind of news. In the past year or two, four people I've known have passed on... so many deaths and all of them fucking tragic. All cliches aside, it really makes us think about how precious the time we have is, doesn't it?

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