Psychadelic cabbage from cooking dinner the other night. Sometimes the insides of vegetables surprise and amaze me. Sometimes I think people slip happy drugs into my coffee.
This doesn’t look like much. But this is an innovation in my life. (I’m wine drunk right now). As long as I can remember I’ve had a foot high layer of clothing on my bedroom floor. Over the years I’ve experimented wih various storage configurations: dressers, drawers, shelves, closets, stacking boxes….nothing seems to click with my mental organization system and “the pile” reappears after 2 weeks at most.
The other day I bought 4 sets of these plastic hangers for 99 cents each at Pharmaprix. This is the result.
So far I feel very confident about its longterm holding power.
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These once beautiful oxford laceups served me very well this summer. My friend Melke bought them as a gift for $2 at a yard sale and I wore them almost everyday. They sunk into cement and lived to tell the tale. And now, as you can see, the sides are only still with us because the laces keep them together and the woven pattern on the top must be doing something to maintain the rest of the shoe. But there are gaping holes. And I worry that they won’t last much longer.
A pizza place (any pizza place) is coming to Mile End! There are seriously very very few places to get pizza in my neighbourhood. No, Nouveau Palais does not count. And the cardboard slice place that my former landlord opened under my old apartment on Fairmount and St. Laurent merely strengthens my point that we’re desperate up here.
Watch the corner of Fairmount and Parc for a new pizza joint!
Ok I really shouldn’t be excited about more chain shops up here.
…Wine drunk posting done.
While I was in Halifax visiting my family last week, I set up Fixture Records’ newest release in local stores. “The Halls of Medicine” by Omon Ra should be available starting this Tuesday, Sept 9th at Lost and Found boutique (many thanks to Darcy from Divorce), as well as Taz Records and CD Plus.
2383 Agricola Street, corner Harris. Open: noon-8pm, closed Mondays.
1593 Market Street. Phone: (902) 422-5976
1592 Barrington Street. Phone: (902) 422-1559
Listen to the album or mail order copies direct from Fixture on our website.
In a previous post, I sang the praises of Pears’ Soap, the world’s first transparent soap and first registered brand (according to wikipedia).
Well, this morning, in my second class of the semester, I was handed this ad from the late 1800s that references Rudyard Kipling’s poem “The White Man’s Burden” (1899) and uses the religious, imperialist rhetoric of colonialism to sell soap as a moral product of trade.
I knew that at the turn of the century soaps in general were marketed using racialized language, but I feel shitty for having touted this particular brand so strongly, considering the content of this ad and the company’s history.
From Wikipedia:
“As with many other brands at the time, at the beginning of the 20th century Pears also used their product as a sign of the prevailing European concept of the ‘civilizing mission’ of empire and trade, in which the soap stands for progress.
“According to Pears Inc. USA, there is now only one manufacturing facility worldwide for Pears Soap and that is in India.”
An image of the ad is available here and the text is as follows:
The first step towards lightening
The White Man’s Burden
is through teaching the virtues of cleanliness.
Pears’ Soap
is a potent factor in brightening the dark corners of the earth as civilization advances, while amongst the cultured of all nations it holds the highest places— it is the ideal toilet soap.
