zoe I'm Zoe, a second year architecture student. I mainly write about my life's daily happenings in diary or list form, and other thoughts about a myria...
In which I, yes, stare at the navel a little bit. I'm waiting for pizza in the festival line when the clock strikes midnight. We're sweaty, tired, and ecstatic all the same. Greasy cheese becomes a delicacy. K comes back from the washroom and I show her the time. Nineteen, I say with a shrug. She says the standard congratulations, and we wander home through residential Budapest. i. The window is…
Californian Mountains earlier this July. Good afternoon! It's just before 5 o'clock on my balcony, and the smog from the Ontarian forest fires has finally blown away from the city for now, hence the lazing outside. The morning part of the slow sunday morning hasn't had any meaning for a long time now. 10 of them now! I woke up late today, about noon, snoozing on and off after coming home in the…
Today was the end of the week, and the working hours were spent drilling through invoices and intermittently talking about nothing with my fellow interns. Donut spots, coffee shops. When you're bored, it all trails back to snacks. I've been growing tired of the same old lately, but struggling to pinpoint what exactly needs to change in my routine, and the nothingness of the day gave me just the…
Pounding, muggy heat today on my daily lunchtime stroll. I can probably count on one hand the days that I haven't left the office for lunch, whether it's to hastily buy some overpriced food court bowl-slop, or simply meander around downtown with an aluminum-wrapped sandwich in hand. I've been appreciating the simplicity of the daily motions more lately, which seems like such a thoroughly redundant…
I'm currently at my desk, listening to the discography of Elliot Smith from the very start. I'm on the latter half of Roman Candle right now. He's one of those artists that I know the hits from, and a few deeper cuts by virtue of recommendations or lucky finds, but I've never truly sat through everything he's put out. This album fascination of mine has had an unexpected but very welcome side…
Good afternoon. It's 2:55pm, I'm in my room, and the rain is pouring steadily outside my watchtower window. I adore summer rain for the way that it raps against my window, the way that it washes my room in a grey tone, the way it allows me to take a day to myself guilt-free. I find that writing has been the only creative pursuit I can carve time out for lately, in the form of blog posts and…
Good morn/afternoon. In K & I's album trading endeavours so far, we've covered a lot of genres. We went from hyperpop to r&b, a bit of singer-songwriter, I've even sent along Abbey Road by the Beatles. How anyone has made it to the ripe age of 19 without listening to a single Beatles album is beyond me. Last Friday, I sent her an album from a completely different genre. I showed her Calculated by…
Today, as a supplement to my work, a new tradition has begun between my friend, K, and I. It started the other night, in that sweet spot between dinner and a movie. She and I were sat in the skate park, I wearing sunglasses away from the sun to block the tornado of dust from my eyes, she facing me with her hair blowing in her face. Skaters rolled by behind our picnic bench island, the evening…
Today is yet another riveting day at work. I'm listening to Ram by Paul McCartney, Virna Lindt's Shiver, and a whole slew of Todd Edwards' discography. In catching up with my Bear Blogging peers 1 , I read this post by Zeina dissecting the famous quote by Nora Ephron, everything is copy . Now, I'm well aware of Ephron's presence as an avid rom-com fan, however I'd never read this quote of hers up…
Somewhat of an addendum to what I like in a person . Today at work I'm listening to Nina Simone's Montreux Years . Her performances in Montreal, particularly the one in 1976, are widely regarded as some of the greatest jazz performances of all time. They're loaded with emotional highs and lows, passion and pain that can only stem from a life as difficult yet fantastic as hers. I find myself…