Rain today. Calming, refreshing, inspiring. I wear earphones to block out the noise. No noise. Silence helps me connect my thoughts. Creative thoughts. Creative thoughts on making things. Making things creative.
On the way in I saw an adorable old woman with a cane who had just placed a ‘P’ sign on the sidewalk in front of her house. There was already one car parked on the lawn. “That’ a great idea” I shouted. There are a few people around the are doing it while the CNE is on.
We wanted to do that at my old house on the Danforth during Taste of the Danforth since we lived right where the action was. We never ended up doing it because we always had friends over. They parked in the spots. I should have invited them over and said “hi friends, thanks for coming. It’s $10 to park here” . Haha, funny money.
The sun just came out. Wore two different socks today.
You never know what kind of day it’s gonna be. You never know if it’s gonna be a good day or a bad day. Who decides?You decide. Things happen that affect your mood , make you change how you feel . They affect you or they don’t. Today I went to text Twitter and say “today’s gonna be a good day”. Went down the elevator. Glasses on, walk to my bike and started riding, Backed up to take this photo.
Cruised around the corner smiling and a man almost hit me from a side street. He wasn’t looking. Should have dinged my bell but I yelled “HEY” and threw my hand in the air. He was a dark skinned black man who was heavy set with white eves in a red Tony Danza van. It scared me but I kept riding.. I saw him again so I started making a video and kept riding.
In Liberty Village, I saw him again just as I stopped filming. He saw me see him. I wasn’t even thinking of the handsome man I often see, then I saw him. The handsome one. I don’t think he saw me. Arrived at work, sat down at my desk and suddenly remembered my dream for last night, The man, the one in the van, he was chasing me. He tried to get in to my condo. He was looking in the windows and jumped down from a balcony above to mine. I remember being so scared.
My boss said he isn’t coming in after saying he was going to be late. I pulled out my netbook and listened to this song. .It’s from an old Bondi beach mix. I’m not sure what it’s called or who it’s by, but I like it. Joeph Dee’s tweet inspired the title of this video. Today’s gonna be a good day.
there’s a kid on this train and i hate him. i thank thank god and my friends in Boston for this laptop and the beer in my hand for without them i may kill a small child. the parents are arrogant fucking assholes that think their kids are more important than the sanity of everyone else traveling on this machine. the kids are screaming and one is practicing his gargling. it’s rare for me to ever think about having children and at this very moment i find the mere thought to be torture. a can of sleeman cream ale sits between my legs as i type on the little railway table. it’s about the perfect size for a netbook. hard luck if you have anything bigger than 10″ inches. if that little fucker screams again. i’m listening to the best mix ever. bondi beach surf-side sounds, a unique mix someone gave me i’ve never been able to find again. i’ll share it one day. my friends know the one i mean. the internet on this train is also shitty. i tryped this on notepad first. I chat with my boss on bbm about him saying I need to stop chatting/tweeting and the president knows.
god, there’s a fucking freight train delay now.
it’s funny because the girl giving the message on the intercom hates what she is saying and her poor voice is hesitant and scared. i find that comforting because while everyone else is getting pissed and i don’t really give a shit because all i’m doing is hanging out and writing. i have all my gadgets and using the train’s internet and power.
ok i give a shit now. we’re stopped and the damn attendant is no where to be found. i told him i wanted to order two drinks for a FUCKING REASON AND this is IT. my enemy keeps roaring a kids HAHAHAHAHAHA laugh really loud. i would have never acted like those kids, ever. i’d have gotten told. we were very well behaved. children. I thought the train was a good idea but now I am dying to get off this thing.
i listened to a couple of passenger Robert’s audio voicemails and his limewire library over the internet. he likes Weird Al, tool, starrs of the lid, hala strana. I wonder if he’s cool. I will never know.
if you’ve been reading for a while you might have seen these but if you haven’t you may like them. i watched a few old videos today and it’s totally time for a whole new set to get made. these are two of my favorites.
i feel like having a lazy weekend with myself. the kind where you stay in your room and listen to music. eat chips in bed. fall asleep with a bottle of wine on the bed side table. draw in my sketch book. make stuff on computer. get back to people. paint on some clothes. maybe sew something. play dress up in my closet. read a book. take naps. wear the same clothes the next day and don’t even shower like a skid. watch old movies. maybe i’ll buy annie hall finally since mum hasn’t returned it. watching sex and the city online while i work. makes me productive like when the tv is on at home. i got a package in the mail waiting at home. exciting.
i want to relax and play with my thoughts. i want that kinda weekend.
I’m between the clouds. I’m 34,000 feet tall. Floating, flying, soaring. The sun is setting in the sky. Sitting right here, the power went off before we left and my heart dropped as I fought my own panic button. The lights didn’t even turn on. Why is there no wi-fi on this thing?
I’m 130 miles from Washington, that’s twenty minutes. I’m much further than that from home. I might be even further than that if I don’t make this connecting flight. I’ll have to spend the night in Washington in hotel all by myself and miss a day of work. I missed my flight last time and I’m sure my boss would think I planned it. I watched some really cool documentary snippets.
* Looked it up
It was This American Life, Season Two, Episode 3 about Going Down in History. The kids in school talked about their lives and things then sat there to take one cheezy photo for the yearbook. That photo, the same pose they do every year represented nothing about what their life was really like at that very moment. I liked it. It was one of those shows that was fast and creative and stays on your mind even when it’s over.
One part was about two guys who escaped from an institution using rope they made from dental floss. Very creative. I was scheduled for the middle seat but I got the aisle. I’ve been wondering if the two beside me know each other or it was just in my cards to be lucky. I can’t tell.
The gate for my connecting flight is different than the one on my ticket . Now, because of that, the girl said ‘you’re really close’ and looked at me happily. I’m going to make it now.
Ok computer, we’re almost home. Prepare for landing.
Feeling inspired today. It’s one of those days when I’m tired from working tirelessly but I have bright eyes when I think about where I’m heading. I was sitting on the couch last night and thought, man, how do I do it. So many things, so little time. The answer? You just do. You don’t sit around thinking about what you need to get done and wast time talking about it, you get off your ass and go. GO!
I did a heap of laundry last night AND cleaned my room. That’s hugely productive for a school night. I hung a heap of summer gear around the bathroom and thought it looked so pretty. I love bathing suits. We have an office picnic and I wish I could lay out in the sun wearing one since it’s prime sun time, noon -2pm. Though, NSFW (That’s ‘not safe for work Mum).
Must pack tonight as I fly out to Boston at 6am. I told my friend when booking that I was a morning person and well, that’s exactly what I got! Ask and you shall receive! haha love it. I’ll be at Tech Karaoke later in the evening to sing a few love songs to friends before I get my beauty sleep.
I don’t usually go to Bucks for coffee in the morning but I drove in with Sabrina again since I didn’t get a helmet last night. I like this thought, it probably lead to the feeling of inspiration. Someone had to build the ceiling first.
Was hotter than I thought riding in today. It said 16 but after biking in pants and long sleeves it felt like 36. My hair is always wet when I leave and dry when I get there. It’s a pleasure having low maintenance hair that dries a perfect mess every time. Wore my retainer, forgot a bra.
Last week I did an interview with a reporter from CanWest about a customer experience I had with a big brand and Twitter. I first told the story on my blog earlier this year when it happened. You can read the article in the Ottawa Citizen.
She quoted me saying “It shows the power of one voice,” says Stewart, a Toronto woman who describes Twitter as having “instant-messaging with the whole world.”
I often find that when I have a sub it stinks up the place like smelly armpits. I don’t really mind it much when it is my own sub, it’s less obvious.
I do quite mind when it is some others sub thing. The airvertising is not pleasing to the senses. I still go for subs now and then, but rarely takeout. It’s too much and my nose knows it.
I dressed like winter today. I have no idea why. I woke up and was whining ‘it’s cold‘ meanwhile staring at the Weather Network on Blackberry seeing 21 degrees and partly cloudy. I’m a dress/skirt girl. I wore pants and a hat and a big frumpy wooly sweater. I prove to myself all my thoughts I’ve had for two days of ‘I’m not feeling great’. It’s Friday afternoon and the office is quiet and I know there are beers being had on patios around me. School next door has free drinks after work and all of a sudden I feel better.
The phone rings and it’s Mum who’s calling from the boat up North and has the day off. It’s lovely to hear her and chat but I’m in the office and have been working really hard can’t leave yet and have more work to do and don’t really have the time to chitty-chat and get sidetracked. We always talk about blog for a minute or two. She misses it today because there’s no internet yet on the boat for blog reading. I told her I laid in the grass at lunch and had a smoke and it was nice and sunny on my face. I get to the point where I have to say “MUM, I’ve got to go‘ in a stern voice and I feel like a character in a chicklit book trapped at the office. I like it. The book is being written as I live it out each day. It’s my favorite story.
I like this picture. I like how little my feet are. These babies are a kids size 3 in the US and 2.5 in the UK. That’s mini.
My friends picked me up from the airport and we went back to the hotel. It felt so nice to be in the hot hot sun and surrounded my air that was so warm. I did lots of cool stuff like drink and tan and I even went to a nude beach. I was a good girl and didn’t take any photos there (it’s VERY frowned upon). I love going to nude beaches, I usually keep my bottoms on. You feel so free just hanging out and not having anyone really staring. I was with some babes and we frolicked in the waves which did in fact attract some attention. The girls were both buck , so I can see why!!
My friend June (aka: June Bug or Sicilia Ricci) from New Orleans got a really, really, big hot dog. I got a big pizza but her photo was way more entertaining. Look at the size of that wiener! MASSIVE UNIT!
I think this is a very artistic one. As we were coming off the highway there are these people selling flowers. I can’t imagine what that must be like or how you even get into a job like that. I wanted to capture a pure expression and snapped this photo of him. It’s so real.
NOTL – That’s what they call it. Like it’s a gangsta-short- code for something really bad ass. It’s a popular spot for wino’s and people from the State. If you enjoy people watching, grab a drink and score a seat because you’re sure to see some entertaining characters. I’m not sure where the people come from but it’s so much different than being in the city. Here, it’s busy and noisy and there are so many people that you can’t even tell who the crazy ones are and you barely have time to watch the days go by. Good food at this place, Prince of Whales.
I was a little shocked to see the below advertisement for Wine Tours combined with biking. I’ve learned that biking and drinking, especially to multiple destinations, isn’t usually a good idea. By the time you get to your last stop you’re half in the bag and then you have to go all the way back home. I’m surprised that this place even exists. I wonder if I can take a dirt bike around to different breweries anywhere? Now, doesn’t that sound like a bright idea?
This building made for pretty pictures. It’s a really old one covered in vines. I’m watching The Bachelorette and I think she’s a wild one. This could be an interesting show. I dig that she drives a purple vintage classic. I think guys get snarkier than girls do and there will be some fights. Shame the preview gives the show away and the guys are such dorks.
I’m a very artsy girl. I make art stuff almost on the daily. Yesterday I photographed a TON of my artwork and am working on variety of prints, t shirts and fun stuff. You can see a huge pile of original work including drawings, paintings and poetry at borderlineartistic.me. There is just waaaaaaaaay to much to post on this blog. I’ve got a Poetry Corner blog coming out soon also! Seems there’s lots of ‘coming out’ going on teeee heeeee. Check ‘em out. There’s a whole lotta stuff. The beauty of being an artist is the ability to create something that did not exist before. If you really like something and want to ask about how you can have it, send me an email me at casie at casiestewart.com. This is one of my favorites: careful writer patient spider
I’m going to the TFC game today with a friend. Excited and dressed the part. My friend has a TFC scarf for me so I can really be ‘in’ it. I’ve been once before but this is birthday related which makes it better. This picture wants to be on it’s head. I’m not fighting it. I think that H1N1 is a better name for the flu but it also looks like ‘hini’ which sounds like ‘hiney’ which rhymes with swiney which is funny. And the flu was named by the WHO. Make the connection. I did. Stephen Harper called it the Mexican Flu the other day. I LMFAO. Had breakfast at School in Liberty Village. They’re kinda slow and the patio wasn’t open. I like the way it looks there. Very schooley. I was at the CONTACT opening last night. Will
I arrived on location at about 11am on Saturday. It was mighty windy and most of the team was already in motion. We had to make sure all was going to stay put with the wild wild wind!
We successfully got the backdrop in a safe place! Ha ha wind, you are no match for a team of do-gooders. Look at @d_hock, no one can stop him. Erin & Dan were fueling the online excitement and tweeting awesome stuff like this, this and this.
I was doing chalk art. I was in heaven. Nothing more fun than being part of a team when you get to do one of your favorite things ever. Did you know they have crayola spray chalk for kids now? It didn’t work that well so I stuck to the old school drawing style.
I did some work on my ‘Unnecessary Wheels“collection last night. You can see them all here. I’m beginning to think that some of my things would actually be great with wheels.No wheels on these guys. They’re for eating. Super tasty and full of life. Neon fruit, it’s hydroponic.
it’s rare for me to ever think about having children and at this very moment i find the mere thought to be torture. a can of sleeman cream ale sits between my legs as i type on the little railway table. it’s about the perfect size for a netbook. hard luck if you have anything bigger than 10″ inches.
I did lots of cool stuff like drink and tan and I even went to a nude beach. I was a good girl and didn’t take any photos there (it’s VERY frowned upon). I love going to nude beaches, I usually keep my bottoms on. You feel so free just hanging out and not having anyone really staring. I was with some babes and we frolicked in the waves which did in fact attract some attention. The girls were both buck , so I can see why!!
