I think things are getting better here.
Found myself an apartment in the Junction (my neighborhood since I was 9) back in Toronto. It's above what used to be the "used comic book store," before the Comic Post took over the street. It's huge, and incredibly cheap because no-one wants to live way out in the West End (yet). And: it comes with a studio space in the form of a shed you can reach via the fire escape. I bought a metal nipping press today from a bookstore on Roncesvalles, and I'm slowly turning it into a place where I can work on books on my own. Two friends have already asked me to repair pieces, a 1st edition copy of Oxford Book of English Verse (with gold tooling) and an edition of Emerson's essays from 1894. There's a window, and when I work late I can watch the sun come up over the old warehouses on Vine St.
At least I have a place to start making my own.
I live just down the street from my Real Job. I'm a cook at a brunch/coffee place just east of the Sally Ann called The Cool Hand of a Girl. I have to get there at 7:00a.m, and the girls I work for are insanely good at their jobs - 2 hours into my first shift, I had blisters on my palms. But it's fun. Lucy (my co-cook) has awesome tattoos that cover her arms, decolletage, and even the hips (from what I've been able to gather at a glance). It's taking a while, but I'm slowly getting up the nerve to ask her about some of them. She might know a cool place in the area to get a tattoo, and I'm planning a new one in honor of finishing my first year of library science.
I went to see an amazing documentary called "65_Redroses" as part of HotDocs last weekend. Eva Markvoort is an incredibly inspiring (and pretty) individual. I had a chance to talk to her after the film, and she gave me a hug. CF and HPP, my particular genetic disorder, share some symptoms in common. It was nice to get a hug from someone whose life story I'd become so attached to. I really want to see her survive, and I know I'll feel it keenly if I hear there's been some change in her health. Weird, that a documentary can make you feel so strongly about someone else. Directly afterwards, I decided to get a check-up from the genetic counselors at Women's College, as I'd lost weight, and the movie inspired me to do something about it. Found out that I'd lost 5 pounds of bone mass over the past 6 weeks, and this week was spent in forced diuresis with a little friend called furosemide. Hypercalcemia is so fun. But it's over now, and I'm back on oral phosphates and choline. So that's good. I guess.
I'm hopeful. Things are looking up. In general, that's when the city decides to kick me in the teeth. But I guess I'll still hope.
Found myself an apartment in the Junction (my neighborhood since I was 9) back in Toronto. It's above what used to be the "used comic book store," before the Comic Post took over the street. It's huge, and incredibly cheap because no-one wants to live way out in the West End (yet). And: it comes with a studio space in the form of a shed you can reach via the fire escape. I bought a metal nipping press today from a bookstore on Roncesvalles, and I'm slowly turning it into a place where I can work on books on my own. Two friends have already asked me to repair pieces, a 1st edition copy of Oxford Book of English Verse (with gold tooling) and an edition of Emerson's essays from 1894. There's a window, and when I work late I can watch the sun come up over the old warehouses on Vine St.
At least I have a place to start making my own.
I live just down the street from my Real Job. I'm a cook at a brunch/coffee place just east of the Sally Ann called The Cool Hand of a Girl. I have to get there at 7:00a.m, and the girls I work for are insanely good at their jobs - 2 hours into my first shift, I had blisters on my palms. But it's fun. Lucy (my co-cook) has awesome tattoos that cover her arms, decolletage, and even the hips (from what I've been able to gather at a glance). It's taking a while, but I'm slowly getting up the nerve to ask her about some of them. She might know a cool place in the area to get a tattoo, and I'm planning a new one in honor of finishing my first year of library science.
I went to see an amazing documentary called "65_Redroses" as part of HotDocs last weekend. Eva Markvoort is an incredibly inspiring (and pretty) individual. I had a chance to talk to her after the film, and she gave me a hug. CF and HPP, my particular genetic disorder, share some symptoms in common. It was nice to get a hug from someone whose life story I'd become so attached to. I really want to see her survive, and I know I'll feel it keenly if I hear there's been some change in her health. Weird, that a documentary can make you feel so strongly about someone else. Directly afterwards, I decided to get a check-up from the genetic counselors at Women's College, as I'd lost weight, and the movie inspired me to do something about it. Found out that I'd lost 5 pounds of bone mass over the past 6 weeks, and this week was spent in forced diuresis with a little friend called furosemide. Hypercalcemia is so fun. But it's over now, and I'm back on oral phosphates and choline. So that's good. I guess.
I'm hopeful. Things are looking up. In general, that's when the city decides to kick me in the teeth. But I guess I'll still hope.
so cheesy, but i love being reminded of how powerful documentaries can be.
working with a 1st edition oxford book of english verse sounds kinda amazing, btw.