I Want To Be Close To You

Is that creepy? I hope so because creepy is what I do.

I just wanted to update a little sumthin sumthin cause I know y’all miss me, and I for damn sure miss y’all too. I’ve been away for so long that wordpress has updated it’s UI and it scares me. What do all these buttons do??

I’ve come here today to share with you some cool videos I found and to promise that there will be updates soon, since I’ve got nothing else going on in my life. I’ve even got a few lined up already! I’m no longer working crazy hours, but that also means I’m not making as much money, which my spending habits (aka my eating habits) have had to adapt. ANYWAY. Enough woe and despair.

I’ve been really feeling these kinds of videos where the audio effects are human videos! I saw some a few weeks ago, and I thought they were just the cutest thing. Of course, going back I couldn’t find the ones I watched, but here are a couple that I enjoyed anyway. :)



And of course, Who’s Line. I was watching a string of Who’s Line clips a few years back at 3am when this scene just clinched it and sent me tumbling from my chair onto the floor with tears streaming down my face. In a good way, of course.

And Who’s Line, once you get in, you can’t get out. While looking for the above clip, I found another one of a game of Sound Effects that had my parents get up from their room to check if I was okay. I write this with my face in my pillow drenched with tears.

And another. Don’t click the video to get to the youtube page to see the suggested videos. You’ll never get out.



Now, I always knew that North Vietnam was the Commie (offensive?) side of Vietnam. Way back when, Vietnam became a colony of the French, which is why a lot of Vietnamese words do take root in French words. It’s like a bunch of fobs butchered the French language and out came Vietnamese. HA! From what I know, Vietnamese was very closely related with Chinese, but the French came in and our language evolved. Very loosely.

Communism came about when the Vietnamese decided to overthrow the French colonization, and after years of struggle, the Vietnam war came about. The American’s are all up in it because they came in, allied with the French during the war, which is what all those war movies are about, ie Full Metal Jacket and Apocalypse Now.

Anyway, Ho Chi Minh, which all Viet people call by Uncle or Uncle Ho, was the leader of the Communist party in Vietnam that overthrew French Rule. Now, I knew all this background, but I never really thought about how prevalent it is in a communist society, and going back to Vietnam, I can’t believe I’d never seen it before. Back in the day, before any of my family had immigrated to Canada, my grandfather owned a small bus business, where he started off owning half a bus, and eventually came to own two busses. They were rather well off (more so than people in the villages, ie my mother), but when communism came about, my grandfather, basically lost everything and went from being the big boss to just a regular mechanic, in his own company! I think the government took the business away from him, or something.

Last time I was in Vietnam, I was only 13 or so, so I wouldn’t have noticed everything. But here’s a collection of photos of communism posters that I find really aesthetically and historically intriguing. Culture shock, for real.

T-Minus 12 Hours!

That is the amount of time till my flight and I still haven’t finished packing. To make matters worse, this is what just arrived in the mail:

So exciting to read them! I’m probably going to bring the third one to Vietnam along with some fiction too. I’ve got a bunch of clothes to weight, a house to clean, and some other things to do. Oh no, I’ve got to find my camera charger. And what am I doing instead of all of that? Writing this blog. Oh yes, priorities.

I actually don’t know what else to write except for that little update and the next time you hear from me, I’ll be half-way across the world. Woot woot. Excited. Food. Weather [screw cold-ass Canada]. Carefree-ness. Life is good.

The Yellow Stairwell

So, my school has these many painted stairwells that go all the way up each floor. Each stairwell is painted in different colours, and they encourage you to leave your own imprint on the walls. In an art school, this makes for some seriously great art to look at when you go up and down to get to your classes.

Because I’m in the design stream, my classes are all on the fifth and sixth floor, so I take the express elevator everyday, but when I do have to travel between those floors, I like to take the yellow stairwell, and it is a sight to see.


Just some paint splatters. As you can see, it's very yellow.


The yellow stairwell.

Ahh, the first day of school.

The first day at a new school is a strange feeling. Long hallways that lead to only God knows where, feeling like everyone knows more than you, the overall sense of being lost in space. But I’m sure that will all come to pass. I’m already beginning to get over the “newness” of the school. I guess spending 13 hours there on the first day helps.

My day didn’t start off perfectly as planned. I woke up late and missed the train I intended to take. Luckily, I had wanted to get there earlier because the next train was going to be cutting it a bit close. Even then, I only had 15 minutes to wake up, get up, get ready, and head out the door. I start my car with morning dew on the windshield, morning dew that I hadn’t seen all summer. Oh how I did not miss you.

Powering down the road, trying not to miss the next train, OK Go’s upbeat “Invincible” came on my iPod. It seems even my music is trying to give me a boost today, and as gay as it sounds, it did make me feel pumped. My car is shouting at me, “You’re invincible!” Good enough. Thank you car. Yes, it did please me.

As for the video, I like the part where things explode and Damien is damn sexy.

Next song, “Mustang Sally” comes on with Wilson Pickett crooning, “guess you better slow your mustang down.” I’m a pretty superstitious person, so I slowed down and just as I did, the person in front of me braked hard, coming to a stand still. We all sit there in the lane, while the lane next to us was moving quickly. I switch over, and saw that the first car in line, I kid you not, was a black mustang that had its emergency lights on, and was probably stalled.

Anywho, I get on the train without a hitch, sat on it to get to Union. Now, I only had 20 minutes to get from the station to class, a walk that usually takes me 30 minutes. It was invigorating, I hit all the crosswalk lights, walking in a crowd of people moving as one. I felt like a herded cow. I did get stopped at one light about halfway through my trip and my heart was beating fast, and instead of thinking, “I’m tired,” I thought, “Wow, I wonder how many calories I’m burning? Do I feel myself getting thinner?” Hahahhahaha. Good enough!

So, I made it in time for my 8:30 class. I walked in and everyone was mega quiet. To my delight, everyone looked pretty normal, save for one hipster fuck with his shitty moustache. A 3 hour class, we went through the history of type and got assigned some homework. Yay. They’re providing us with a copy of “Type Tool” which is a more basic version of “Font Lab” which is what people use to design typefaces. I’m extremely excited to learn how to use this new piece of software.

Ze lecture hall avant class.

11:30, I rushed down to find my next class. I walked all the way around the first floor, and couldn’t find it. I finally gave and asked the guy at the front desk. “It’s over there on the right.” D’oh. So it’s in this lecture hall that seats quite a bit of people. It’s my only class with Zizi, and actually the only day that we go to school on the same day. She has no classes on Wednesday and Friday and I have no classes on Monday and Thursday. Shucks, just bad luck I guess.

I sat in the chairs, trying to figure out how the table things worked, and failing for about 15 minutes, when Zizi came and called me over to sit with her. She showed me how to use the table and thank goodness because I would have broken the stupid chair, had it not been for her. Here’s to two years left in lectures. We had a 2 hour class in which another project was assigned, except this doesn’t seem too bad. Our assignment was to go to Nuit Blanche. Sweet.

That class ended and I had my first break of the day. So Zizi and I went to lunch at the Village on the Grange, the food court across the street from school. It’s very much like Alexis Nihon, except that it’s closer and more vegan-friendly.

My lunch @ Wikki hut with some spicy chicken

Zizi's lunch @ Wikki Hut with Tofu and Mango Salad

So, after lunch, Zizi had to rush off to class, while I sat around by myself. I did get some errands done, tried to get my student card, tried to get a locker, tried to get a textbook. Failing at all three. Saaad. But finally, I went to class in the same lecture hall as my second class, except this time, it was noticeably more full. Even the balcony was filled. Yes, the lecture hall has a balcony. Pretty sweet.

This class has so many tutorials being run, its own blog, and each lecture is posted as a podcast. The future has arrived. I made my first friend in this class, a korean fella who was sitting next to me and was having trouble with the table thing, like I did.

A note about Koreans. They are everywhere. They even have their own club at school, called KASA, which I can only assume means, Koreans Against Similar Asians. Why won’t you let me be one of youuu? Their club has these cute fucking pink tshirts with a cute fucking owl on it. Fuck you guys. And fuck your cuteness. Fuck.

Anyways, that lecture ends, I have another hour before my next class. I spent the time text messaging and video calling. I need to make friends, but all in due time.

My next class is on the sixth floor, and this is the view from my goddamn classroom window:

Behh, long class. But it’s my last class of the day. We watched this fantastic old video called Typomania, dealing with letterpress and the movement from linotype/monotype to digital typesetting and printing. Hosted by Erik Spiekermann, it featured an interview with a young Neville Brody.

I only found the 7 minute version of it, but we watched a 25 minute long version. I’m not sure if this version has the interview with Neville Brody or not, but it features Erik Spiekermann in a supermarket. Worth it.

Anyway, that class finished up at 9:30 pm, and I embarked on my walk home with a blistered toe and a hurting ankle. Here is a photographic tour of my walk home:

Gotta love the view now before I go and take it for granted later.

A fantastic church on Bay and Queen.

Walking downtown, in the dark, amongst tall buildings. Scary but beautiful.

And the bus offers a complimentary sperm detection service.

And that, friends, is a nice little summary of my first day at university. More pics to come on my Tumblr!