Blog names

Trying to come up with a blog name gives me the same feeling as when I was a teenager and tried to come up with great band names.

This makes twitter worth it

So, I've been on twitter for a while now, and I stillllllll haven't really connected to it. But the other day my sister told me she was following the baby-sitters club members, and it made my... month? So, in case you need a better reason to join twitter (or check it more regularly) here are Kristy Thomas, Claudia Kishi, Mary Anne Spier, Stacey McGill, Dawn Schafer, Mallory Pike, Jessi Ramsey, and, for good measure,  Logan Bruno.

NYPL Menu Collection

Tunisian Nectar: Littleneck Clams, basement lingerie trimmings.

What??

The Miss Frank E. Buttolph American Menu Collection, 1851-1930. Thanks to Alex.

New York, New York (Public Library Digital Gallery)

Man oh man I love Information Studies sometimes. Today I am working on a critique of a digital library collection, and I have chosen the New York Public Library Digital Gallery. I'm always amazed by how much awesome stuff is out there in the world, just waiting for me to discover it. The Internet is so big. Slash awesome.

Ange goes high fashion.

Guest blogging over at Fashionable People, Questionable Things. My first post (on fashion uniforms) is up today. Yay.

Aaron Sorkin, how I've missed you

Now that I've run out of Aaron Sorkin era West Wing episodes (I still haven't decided whether I am going to continue on with the series, any thoughts?), I've been left with a void that was once filled with great characters and better than great dialogue.

A movie about Facebook: sounds ridiculous. And probably boring.

Add a screenplay by Mr. Sorkin and I am so in I'm almost out again.

I have no idea when The Social Network will actually get made, and subsequently released. But I am psyched.

An open letter to Mindy Kaling, in celebration of the return of thingsiboughtthatilove, which has actually been back for a while, but I just found out

Dear Mindy Kaling,

Your blog makes me laugh out loud. Often.

I like you (the idea of you, at least) a lot. Way to go. I'm picky.

xo,
Ange

I like talking about myself. Or typing, rather.

Danette posted an interview meme (it doesn't really feel like a meme though - too tailor made for each individual) in which she was interviewed, and invited others to be interviewed in turn by her. I raised my hand (and pumped it furiously in the air), because I love being interviewed. At King's a bunch of the girls on my floor are in the journalism program, and I was occasionally interviewed (with tape recorders, even), and it was so fun. I wish job interviews were more like this:

1. If the last thing you ate was turned into a short film, what would it look like?

It would be from the perspective of the camera centred in the middle of the table and it would continuously rotate, showing a 360 degree viewing of alternate bites of caprese sandwich, sips of latte, and laughs, all out in the sunshine.

2. What was your favourite Halloween costume as a child? As an adult?

My favourite costume as a kid was when I was about 11 and went as a hanged person, and wandered all over the place holding on to this giant wooden thing that held a noose I made - I was sort of afraid I was going to trip and it was actually going to hang me. But it didn't. From an adult perspective my favourite childhood costume was when I was say, four? And had to wear a patch on one eye sometimes. So I went as a pirate. My favourite adult costume? Annie Hall, for sure. Because I had no idea what I was going to be until 7 pm that night, at which point I tracked down pants, a shirt, a vest, and a tie. No one knew who I was, but the costume made me so happy.

3. If you won the lottery where you get $1000 every week for the rest of your life, how would your life change?

I would probably keep working, doing the same things I'm doing, and invest/save at least half of the money every week. The rest would be saved for short term things like vacations and whatnot - and I would be happy to know that if ever I were in a job or situation I wasn't fond of - I could let go of it without stressing TOO much about money.

4. Have you ever written (sent or unsent) or received a love letter?

No. I've written and received a few like letters. And some heartbroken ones. I've only written those ones.

5. What do you want right now, more than anything else?

To be floating. Probably in beautiful water, but on air would be interesting too.

Yay for interviews! Thanks Danette! Now - do you want to be interviewed? Yes? Yes you do? (I love asking questions, too - I am a ridiculously curious person.) Well, tell me so in the comments - leave me your email address; I will email you five questions that I have invented for you (you); you answer on your blog - linking back to my blog (if you want... I guess you don't have to); you then post the rules and offer to interview other people (and on and on); you interview them.

Et voila.

I want to interview people. Let me interview you.

automated haiku

This thing creates haiku out of blog posts. Cool.

Mine for the most recent post:

pose was the one way
I was able to enter
the experience


Hmmmm. Feels profound.

(Found via Sara Ryan.)

Every day

Every morning there is a lovely little question waiting in my inbox. Today's is simple; How do you want to feel today?

My answer: I want to feel the way I do when I’m floating in a large, salty body of water. Totally relaxed and totally supported. Supple.

Face Hunter

This is not me. Sadly.

I go back and forth in life between wanting to look effing cool (like, you know, art school dropout mixed with Scandinavian heiress) and just wanting to wear a uniform of, say, jeans and a white t-shirt and ballet flats every day. I usually lean more towards the latter, because as an Aquarius (yes, I'm blaming astrology here) I like to move on to the next thing very very often, so if I shop according to my whims I am left with bags of fuzzy brown sweater dresses and lime green elbow gloves that all make their way to the clothing drop off, having wasted some hundreds of dollars in the process. So most often I go very very simple in my clothing, and keep my varied tastes aligned to things like movies, books, and food.

But. I can appreciate amazing style, and amazing fashion, and I love other people who look effing cool. You can find many of them here.

(This blog came by way of (Into) the Fray, where Lady Smaggle commented, and I followed the link to her blog, where she led me to Face Hunter. Just in case you wanted to know.)

Beautiful ladies

La Boudoir showed me the way to these beautiful photos by Vera. I love portraits, and all of these shots have so so so much spirit. Soul.

Plus they make me want bangs again... I love bangs. Do I want bangs?

An explosion of blogs

One of the things I love most about blogs is the way they lead you to other blogs. I love to just start clicking on the names in the sidebar, picking the open in new window option, and then doing the same in each of the blogs I start to read. Before you know it I have eight thousand tabs open in my window and each of them is a little pocket of awesomeness.

Here are the blogs I've been reading since eleven o'clock last night (with a sleep break in between): Hey Mama/Lost in the Forest/(Into) the Fray/A Cup of Jo/Ali Loves Curtis/Little Lined Notebook/I Love You... I think.

I love the world.

I must be in a weird mood today. This ad made me cry (although crying at commercials is not a stretch for me, a fact about which I am glad). It was happy crying, mostly. I love happy crying.

I've been doing lots of library searching today, and reading library blogs. This clip came my way via Mazar, a Canadian (among other things) librarian whose site I found through the CLA's "Infonation", all about choosing a career in libraries!

Go books!

Style Statements

I read an article in the Georgia Straight a couple of years ago, and I was blown away by the ingenuity and creativity of the two women being profiled. Carrie McCarthy and Danielle LaPorte are two Vancouver women (holla!) who designed a service called the Style Statement. The idea, distilled: two words. Two words that sum up your "style", your way of living and being in the world, the purest heart of you, your best.

They would meet with a client, sit for an hour asking questions (such as: "If you were to have your portrait taken by Annie Liebovitz, what would it look like?" My answer: I am naked and covered in fresh green leaves lying on a forest floor, looking ethereal and beautiful, with perfect colour correction. My eyes are piercing and amazing, and my skin is luminous.) Then they would look at your answers, and come up with your style statement. It sounded like therapy, only fun. I was immediately smitten with the whole idea, wished I could steal their amazing job, and, because booking an appointment to be given a style statement cost a lot more than I had available, I spent the next week thumbing through thesauri to come up with words that I felt defined my essence.

Mine: Organic Modern.

Luckily for everyone else, there is now a book. It is lovely, with plenty of questions that make you sit still and think about the answer. The idea of getting in touch with yourself, learning what you love, what you want, and what you need is one that resonates very deeply within me. I think it is so necessary. And fun. I think I might buy the book even though I already have my statement, because I really think it could be a great thing to share, and I think I could learn a lot about the people I love, too.

Now, question: If you were to have your portrait taken by Annie Liebovitz, what would it look like?

etsy etsy etsy

Thanks to Xine, I have become a tiny bit addicted to Etsy. So many pretty, creative, amazing pieces of art.

Here are a few of my picks:

Nesting Lotus Bowls by Whitney Smith Pottery (also, the poppy bowl is a-may-zing).


Petal Necklace by ES Designs (I like flowers, it would seem). I also really like the Ginko ring.


A gorgeous print by Lily Moon.

Bookworms with Ink

I love tattoos. I don't have any, I'm not entirely sure I will ever have one, but I love looking at them and fantasizing about what I would get. My style is so changeable that I'm not sure there's anything that I would love on my body forever and ever amen. Also, there's the Buddhist side to me that thinks it's kind of weird, an attempt at permanence, a waste of time and money - but then I can look at it from the opposite side too, as another example of the impermanence of life, and ink, and another thing to accept and love.

Wow, that was off topic - the purpose of this post is to introduce you to Bookworms with Ink, a Livejournal community dedicated to literary tattoos. And if I were to get anything marked on me for life, it could easily be something like what they showcase. For a few weeks there, a while back, I was convinced I was going to get an E.E. Cummings tattoo:

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds

The whole poem... I think it would be absolutely beautiful, and it's something that I've loved for years already. I was thinking ribcage, or back (maybe aligned against my spine, as opposed to centred). But I'm not sure. And I know that once I start I won't be able to stop. Part of me wants to be covered (well, not covered... maybe one half sleeve, Japanese style) and another part of me wants to be naked and fresh and lovely in my natural state.

It's my constant wish: to be two things at once. I've often said that if I could have a superpower it would be to grow my hair as long as I wanted, whenever I wanted, so I could alternate between long and short, depending on my mood. Probably this is not what I would actually choose (hair growth versus flying... hmm, tough one), but I have these futuristic fantasies where things like hair and skin art and eye colour and all those visual elements are in our control on a day to day basis. I suppose when our lives play out entirely on the internets and our avatars wander around while our physical bodies subsist on vitamin filled IV drips, this will happen.

I can't wait.