impostor

I'm hoping she doesn't become too popular...
...because then I'll end up reaping how much I teased my friend Ricardo Martin in university.

iBible

Yoinked from Angela's blog.

boys will be...men

Boy meets girl.
Girl comes on to boy.
Boy gives in.

"Well, what guy is going to turn that down?"

This story was relayed to me this morning by my co-worker (like, totally in more, like, detail). It's a morally complicated tale, involving infidelity, deception, and dodgy booty calls - the usual water cooler gossip - and was summed up with the dismissive quip:

"Seriously, what guy?"

Why does society not only excuse but expect animalistic behaviour from men? Why do we patronize them, like dogs, saying, "Well, what do you expect?", "He couldn't help himself.", or "Boys will be boys."

Girls, stop believing the media. Stop hardening yourselves. Stop making excuses for the behaviour that you will undoubtably be subjected to. Men are not animals. Men are not helpless to temptation. Men can be incredible, inspiring, caring creations.

As the daughter of one, the girlfriend of another, the sister of two, and, one day, hoping to be the mother of a few, I would like to stand up for men. I'd like to introduce my co-worker to not just one man, an anomaly, but many men who are "what guy".

"So society tells guys that we've got elephant-sized libido...that men are driven by sex and sexuality and that it's our number one focus, that's all men care about, it's pretty much all we're interested in...there's that saying that men think a sexual thought every five seconds - that's garbage."
- A. (March 19, 2006)

Where is my John Wayne?
Where is my prairie song?
Where is my happy ending?
Where have all the cowboys gone?
- Paula Cole

nessun parole

Before Al Pacino played a creep in Ocean's 13, before he had his face reconstructed with plastic surgery and tanning, he stole my heart in this scene from Scent of a Woman (1992).

I still get chills.

potential

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves,

“Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?”

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn’t serve the world.
There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people wont feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us,
It’s in everyone,
And as we let out light shine,
We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.

~Nelson Madela~
(thanks, Jessica)

hot time, summer in the city

Happy June 21st.
Happy summer solstice.
Happy first day of summer.

This time last year I was moving into my apartment in High Park, returning from a road trip to Texas with the Youth Net Band and watching the FIFA World Cup finals. This year, I'm settling into my new apartment in the Bloor West Village, planning to attend Jacob and Carolyn's wedding in Texas and going to the FIFA U-20 World Cup with my brother.

New developments also include re-activating myself as a University of Toronto student, being serendipitously named the officer for 24/7 Prayer Toronto, and making time to go sailing with my family on our boat, Fledge.

Summer afternoon - summer afternoon...the two most beautiful words in the English language.
- Henry James

In summer, the song sings itself.
- William Carlos Williams

The summer night is like perfection of thought.
- Wallace Stevens

"And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure."
- Professor Dumbledore, Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince

retrospect

"Tu seras pour moi unique au monde. Je serai pour toi unique au monde."
(Le Petit Prince)

Dear self in 2001,

You heard correctly. He has a crush on you. That's right: a crush. Don't roll your eyes. You're not so grown-up that the word doesn't have an effect on you. You're much younger than you think.

Forget your fanciful expectations for a minute. Didn't you enjoy yourself at Second Cup? You must have. You didn't move from that table all evening. Didn't he treat you with respect? Didn't he speak to you truthfully? Didn't he make you laugh?

You and I both know that you won't listen to me, or anyone else, on the subject. That's fine. You still need to discover more about yourself and life before this gift is offered again. You'll graduate university, you'll run national commercial awards, you'll travel the globe, you'll publish your poetry, you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll mellow. And how then, I hear you wonder, will this little crush have any effect on you at all?

Just keep it in mind.

See you soon,
Self in 2007

My dear, I went for the steal
Maybe it was rushed
Oh, my crush
Damaging my soul
You blew me off, but I don't mind
I just get better with time
And so do you
So do you
My crush

- Gavin DeGraw, "Crush"